The next day Scott went to go see Dominique; it wasn't hard to get away from Katrina. She went to work that day after he made her tell him over and over again that night that she loved him every time he felt her ready to cum. There wasn't anything sweeter than hearing those words from her mouth. He knew he felt the same way and he wanted to wait till the right time to tell her. Right now, he had more important things to work out.
He sat in the waiting room, going through the same magazine for what seem like the millionth time. He was actually waiting to see a therapist, something he told himself he wasn't going to do again. Then again, he told himself that he wouldn't screw with Katrina and look where that promise had gotten him. He was contemplating leaving when he saw her door open and she came out with another man who was just nodding his head.
"I'm telling you Mr. Jones, you will feel so much better afterwards. I'll see you when I come back from my vacation." Dominique smiled at the man.
"Alright, well I'll be in touch." he nodded towards her.
Scott waited till the guy left before he followed Dominique into her office, "Nice to see you still came. You can just have a seat on the couch." she said going behind her desk.
Scott sat on the couch and looked around her office. There weren't a lot of things hanging from the wall. It was mainly her degree and a couple of pictures of the girls. On her desk, he could see a picture of Dominique hugging some Asian guy. He wondered if that was her boyfriend, Katrina never said that she was dating anyone. He was kind of stunned to not see any pictures of her family.
"Sorry about that, how can I help you?" she said sitting in front of him in her plush chair.
He clasped his hands together realizing how sweaty they were becoming, "I don't exactly know where to start."
"Start with why you thought you needed to see me."
"Well, I came to see you because I need to change the relationship with me and Katrina. Did she tell you anything about me?"
"Just the usual stuff girls talk about, but this is about you." she said sitting there motionless, but waiting patiently for him.
"I have this problem with my body. Um, as you know I'm in the Marines and years ago something happened that left me, in my opinion, disfigured. I was whipped and repeatedly cut on my chest and back. They healed, but a lot of them left scars and wounds. I can't bring myself to take off all my clothes for anyone, even Katrina."
She nodded, "I'm sorry to hear about what happened to you. I have counseled some soldiers that came back from Iraq. You've been dealing with this for years, so why have you come asking for help now."
"Because I have feeling that if I don't get over this, I'm going to lose Katrina, but I'm scared that if I do show her, I'll lose her too."
"Why would you think that?"
"When my ex-girlfriend saw my chest, she wouldn't even look at me the same way and she end up cheating on me. I had a female doctor that flirted with me for years in Washington, but when she saw the cuts and bruises and it stopped." he stood up and started to pace the room, "I don't want to see anyone look at me like I'm defenseless or with pity."
"Of course not, no one would like that, but there has to be another problem lying under that."
His face wrinkled with confusion, "Why do you say that? I told you what the problem was."
"Scott, I understand what happened to you and how that may affect you, but you showed your body before to other women and they prove they couldn't handle it. You got that in your mind that no woman would be able to handle what happened to you or handle your job with the Marines."
"I know a lot of women wouldn't."
"You know Katrina isn't that type of girl. She grew up with you and she knows you, she can handle it."
"I don't know. I mean she is strong and determined, I know you see that. She has been great for me since we got together." she smiled briefly, "My parents know about us and they said this is the first time that I have actually acknowledged a girl as my girlfriend."
"Katrina is actually your first girlfriend? What about the girl back in D.C.?"
"I called her my girlfriend around her just to make her feel better, but I just didn't feel that way about her."
"It was possible you knew she wasn't the one for you."
"That's for sure." he said leaning against the wall and then something clicked in his head.
There never was any woman that he felt close to, except for Katrina, he knew she was strong enough to handle whatever came her way and that scared him. He ran his hand down his face as he thought more about what he was piecing together.
"Maybe I'm more screwed up than I thought."
"Why do you say that?"
He hurried to the chair to sit in front of her, "This is just a thought, but, could I be using this as an excuse because I'm scared that I have actually found the one?"
"You think Katrina is who you are supposed to be with?"
"I mean it makes sense. Any other woman I wouldn't even care if she likes me or not, but Katrina is not like that. I know she will be okay with seeing the bruises."
"Okay speaking from someone who does know Katrina, she has been thinking about you for years and she wants to be with you. You have to decide whether or not you are ready for that, because she is. I believe you know that this isn't someone that will fall for you charms and sweet talk. You are on to something thought."
"So, I'm not as screwed up as I thought."
She smiled, "No honey, you're just being a man."
They talked for a little while longer and Scott felt a little better about what he already planned to do. In fact he couldn't understand why he took so long to come about this decision. He was driving around when something caught his eye.
It was a house, but not just any house, it was THE house. It was red brick on the outside with a garage and big trees in the yard. It was a two story with a small deck on the second floor. He leaned against the car looking at it when an older woman came out smiling; obviously she was trying to get a sale.
"Good afternoon sir, I'm Maria Turner and your name?"
"Scott Porter, nice to meet you." he said taking her extended hand.
"I see you looking at one of my favorite houses."
"It's beautiful. I was actually in the market for a house."
"Well, why don't you come in and I can show you the inside? I have some extra time if you would like." she hinted with a smile.
Scott figured she was desperate for a sale, so he went ahead and played along. She showed him the huge backyard, Scott instantly thought of all the things he could do with a backyard like this. He could get that huge grill that he wanted and have the boys out here kicking it.
"This is nice Mrs. Turner." he said following her inside.
"I know, my husband and I saw this house and we thought about it but we decided that we are happy where we are. I love the fireplace." she said pointing towards the fireplace facing the living room. Scott nodded as he walked around the living room. This place was slowly growing on him.
