While DeeDee Wilson sat in the waiting room Dr. Gosman re-read her files, which were spread out on his desktop. Occasionally he would reference the files from her husband's, John, office visit the previous day.
DeeDee also had problems dealing with black people. It seems that it originated in her earlier years, just about the time her father died and her mother had to take the responsibility of raising her by herself.
From what he was reading, DeeDee's father had died in a hunting accident and her mother had to hire outside family in order to harvest the crops that year. All she'd been able to hire were some 8 or 9 black men, who readily harvested the corps and then waited to be paid for their efforts. Once they had been paid one of the men had demanded more pay, saying that the woman had promised them more then they received. DeeDee had been 15 at the time, so he was quite certain that her memories of the event were as accurate as they could be, considering the trauma she'd suffered just after that demand.
It seems that once the men realized their demands weren't going to be met, they broke into the house and proceeded to rampage through the dwelling, taking what they wanted, after they'd tied up the two women. At one time DeeDee's mama had to be gagged, as well as herself, too, when the men could no longer put up with her shouting obscenities at them. They just wanted her to be quite while they got what they 'deserved' for helping her with the crops.
It was sometime later that the 'leader' of the group decided that what was at the house wasn't enough to settle this debt and he proceeded to untie with older woman and then forced her to the floor, in front of DeeDee, and raped her. It didn't take too much from the other men to get excited at the scene and once the first one was finished they took turns with her, using every available hole, to force themselves upon her.
DeeDee had been forced to watch as her mother was fucked by each of the black men, then she was forced to suck them all off and at times she had three of them at once, one in her pussy, one in her ass, and sucking off another one. They all took 'turns' with her mama and once they finished they all started over again. It wasn't long before her mama was asking the men to fuck her again.
Little did they know that the woman had formed a plan while all this was going on. Once it was time for the ring leader to assault her mouth with his cock she opened her mouth, begging to let her suck him one more time, which he readily agreed to do. None of the men knew it, but the woman had kept a very sharp carving knife just under the corner of the well-worn carpet, in case she ever needed to find a weapon that no one suspected would be there. She had already retrieved the knife and hid it under her body, where no one could see it. Once the black man got close enough to her, she grabbed his limp, coal black, cock and took it into mouth once again. After giving it a few quick licks and sucks she bit down as hard as she could, completely severing the head of his cock, which she promptly spit out, drawing the knife from beneath her and, in one quick upward motion, stuck it right between the man's balls, driving it deep into the lower part of his body.
At first the black man couldn't believe what had happened. The bitch had bitten him! He still didn't realize that his cock head was now gone, and while in a state of shock didn't feel the knife enter his body.
Then the pain hit him like a ton of bricks.
He screamed, grabbed his balls, with the knife still stuck in him, and fell to the floor. Blood was spouting all over the floor before any of his friends realized what had happened.
One of them had already untied DeeDee and was busy raping her when it all happened and he was stunned to hear his buddy scream like a stuck pig. His cock deflated immediately and he turned to see what had happened.
What he saw was his best friend on the floor, blood spreading in a growing circle around the man's loins. His other buddies had already grabbed the older woman and punched her in the face, blood and broken teeth scattering across the floor.
"Ok, BITCH!! Now you die!"
While one of the men grabbed her and held her in front of him, the remaining men took turns punching her, in her stomach, her chest, her face, wherever they could land blows. One of them pulled out a switchblade and sliced off her nipples, listening to her scream with each cut. After they fed her her own nipples another man took the blade and rammed it into her chest, stabbing her in the heart and killing her.
All DeeDee could do was scream at the sight.
She fought her way to her feet and began to beat her fists on the back of the man in front of her.
The man simply twisted around and slapped her in the face. The force of the blow sent her across the room, where she smacked her head against the wall and was knocked unconscious.
The men tried to do what they could for their stabbed friend, but it was already too late, he'd bled out and was laying lifeless on the floor in front of them.
One of them kicked the body of the dead woman and cursed her, then they all turned their attention to the unconscious girl across the floor.
"What we gonna do wit this one?" one of them asked.
"Don know," came the reply.
"I's says we do way wit her, like we done to her mama and scram."
"We's gotta do somethin though. To let dis chile know what gonna happen if she talks to anyone."
"Like what?"
The one who wanted to do something took the switchblade off the floor and walked over to her. He sank to his knees and ripped off what was left of her blouse, exposing her bare tits.
"She sure has a lot a tits for a girl her age," he told his buddies.
They all nodded in agreement. They'd never seen a white girl with titties so big. Only big titties they'd ever seen had been on black women, usually mamas or aunts.
With one quick movement of the blade, the nipple of the left breast was cleanly removed and placed in her hand, which was then closed around it, holding onto the severed nipple like it was a treasured gift. Then he took her blouse, put it in her other hand, and pressed it to the spot where her nipple once was. After all, he didn't want her to bleed to death.
"She'll know what that means when she sees it. It'll keep her quiet."
"You sure," asked the youngest of the group.
"Yeah. I's sure."
The all talked for a few minutes and agreed to clean the house as best they could and to take their friend's body with them. They didn't want to be connected to any of the events that happened here. When the police arrived, and they would, they wanted it to look like a random robbery. The police would figure that the woman had been raped and then killed and her daughter mutilated as a random act of butchery.
They all took a final look and left the house.
DeeDee never saw them again after that day, but she carried a permanent reminder of the event and, like the black man had thought at the time, it assured her silence.
Until she was much older and was about to get married.
The only other person she'd ever told of the incident had been her husband, and then it wasn't until a day before their wedding that she'd told him. She felt he should know why his wife was disfigured the way she was and, to her surprise, John had taken the news better then she'd expected. It made her love him much more then she already did.
Until today, when she had written it down on her forms, she'd never told another soul about the incident.
"Well, that explains a lot," Dr. Gosman thought to himself. "Now I know why she has feelings of justified hate towards black men in general. Well, I think I know how to go ahead with this."
He got on his phone and called Eddy to his office.
Fifteen minutes later the plan was in place and Eddy stood in the other room, behind the closed door and recently installed two-way window, and waited for the doctor to make the next move.
* * * *
DeeDee sat in the waiting room for what seemed like an hour.
The secretary had already left, explaining that she had an appointment to keep and that the doctor would be with her as soon as he finished reading her files.
Looking at her watch, DeeDee could see that the young lady had left almost 20 minutes ago. She was beginning to get impatient with the waiting and wanted to get this over. As she looked at her watch a second time, the inner office door opened and Dr. Gosman appeared.
"Welcome, Mrs. Wilson. I'm sorry to have kept you waiting so long, but I had to review your files, as well as those of your husband, to make sure I was properly prepared for our appointment today." He ushered her into his office, offering the comfortable seat on the sofa against the wall behind the door, and then excused himself, "I'll be right back. Since my secretary had to leave early I want to make sure the door is locked, so that we're not interrupted."
In a flash he was gone and she could hear him clicking the lock into place, before he returned to the office, closed and locked the inner door, and then sat on a seat directly in front of her.
"Now, Mrs Wilson, I'm so glad you were able to make it today. I had an interesting session with John yesterday and, while I obviously can go into details with you, I want you to know that anything that's said or done in this office remains here. I strictly adhere to the doctor/patient policy and your secrets will remain your secrets. Nothing that is said in here, or written in my files, will ever be shared with anyone else."
"Thank you, doctor. I appreciate it."
"Are you nervous, Mrs. Wilson?"
"Please, doctor, call me DeeDee. All my friend do, and since I'm here for your counseling, I think it would be ok for you to use my first name."
"Thank you, DeeDee. Would you prefer to call me doctor, or use my first name?"
"I think I'll stick to doctor, if you don't mind."
"Of course. It's no problem at all. Whatever makes you the most comfortable. After all, we're here for your benefit, not mine." In his mind a smile creeped across his face, but outwardly he remained as emotionless as he professionally could.
"Now, DeeDee, did John tell you anything about his appointment yesterday?"
"Only that he thought it went well and that he felt better afterwards."
