This story is basically a romantic memory as told to a psychotherapist. I have placed it into the mature category, but I will warn the readers that it contains a fair amount of bondage fetish and one anal scene.
Chapter One
"Annie is my 2 o'clock here yet?" Dr Janet Waters released the button on the intercom.
"Not yet. Shall I send him in when he gets here?" Annie replied.
"Yes please." Janet Waters released the intercom button and took a glance out the window. Fall colors were beginning to emerge on the hillsides surrounding Salt Lake City. Moving her eyes to the traffic four floors below her office window, Janet thought that perhaps the heavier than usual traffic on the streets below were causing her next patient to run a little behind schedule. And of course the parking in the downtown area had become such a hassle. She returned her attention to the sparsely populated lines on the client information sheet on the desk blotter before her. George Runyan. Age 76. He was referred through a family practice physician that she was unfamiliar with, and other than an address out in Pleasant Grove and a phone number, she had little to speculate on. Just as Janet turned her eyes back to the foothills, she heard a stirring in the waiting room. Subsequently there came a light knock on her office door, and the entry of George Runyan.
Extending her hand from behind her desk Janet introduced herself. "Hello, I'm Janet Waters". George shook her hand, noticing her firm grip "Nice to meet you Dr Waters, I'm George Runyan, but I'd be honored if you just call me Skip."
"Please have a seat Skip, and call me Janet." She took a moment to survey her new client. At 6'2" and perhaps 175 lbs, the broad shouldered man taking a chair by the window didn't show his age. His hair was silvered for sure, but neatly trimmed with what she speculated was a "razor cut." He wore a light brown tweed sport coat over an azure blue broad cloth shirt clasped at the neck with a darker blue striped tie. The image of the classic gentleman was most unusual to see during this day and age. Tan docker style pants with front pleats and brown wing tip shoes rounded out his look.
Janet gathered her leather bound note book and took a seat in the leather chair opposite George. "Tell me then, how is that you came to find me and what is the purpose of today's visit?"
Skip took a moment to reflect, then took a deep breath with a slow exhale. Casting his blue eyes out the window he began. "I'm having some difficulty dealing with the loss of my wife. My family doctor, whom I've gone to for many many years, put me on some anti-depressant medication about three weeks ago. He also recommended that I get some counseling to help me get past my grief. He and I also belong to the same church, and since there are things that I need to divulge, that I don't want to become common knowledge, I asked for a referral to someone here in the city. He did some research and you came very well recommended."
As Skip concluded he brought his eyes to gaze into those of Janet. Pausing to gather her thoughts, Janet began "let me first explain that all psychologists take an oath to maintain patient confidentiality. What transpires in this room will be kept between us, I can assure you."
"Are you married Janet?"
"Divorced"
"Were you married for a long time?"
"About ten years."
Skip paused a moment then began again. "You appear to be much younger than myself; would it be improper of me to ask your age?"
"49, however, because of the client and therapist relationship, you aren't allowed to tell anyone that." Janet's face turned to a rather disarmingly broad grin, to which Skip responded by relaxing his shoulders, then a smile and a nod of his head.
"Point taken. Where would you like me to begin?"
"Tell me first a little about your wife. How long were you married, and how many children do you have?"
"We were married in 1958, so we were together for almost 48 years. We never had any children together, but I do have a step son. He was only three years old when Jillian and I met. I adopted him when we married, and raised him as my own. He took over the family business eight years ago when I retired. We haven't always seen eye to eye about things, but over all I'm pleased with him." George paused to reflect. Janet sensed by his breathing, that there was more to Skip's thinking than what was coming forth. She took the opportunity to further relax Skip by asking a few standard questions.
"Skip, have you ever been in therapy before?"
"No, but there were times I thought I should be....but, well you know what it's like being a church going man, father and company owner....." Skips voice trailed off into nearly a whisper.
"Skip. I use several techniques in my practice. One of which is body language. For example, I can tell that your mind right now has a myriad of thoughts running through it. You're finding it hard to put your feelings into words. What I would like you to do right now, is focus on the one thing that you don't want to say, but want me to know."
Skip took a deep breath, held it for a moment, then relaxed, closed his eyes, then began "Jill was a prostitute when we met......"
Holding back the sudden shock of Skip's words, she relaxed back into her leather chair and for Skips benefit closed her note pad. Sliding the pad onto the end table to her right side, she placed her ballpoint pen next to the pad. Pausing for a moment to let Skip get more comfortable with his story, Janet began again to pierce the thoughts Skip was holding in.
"Skip, we make no judgments in our profession. I've heard many stories, many of which have involved feelings of guilt or betrayal. Marriage counseling and divorces are the bread and butter of our business. I can assure you that there is nothing that you can tell me that would come as a surprise. To be effective in helping you sort through your thoughts, the grief of your loss, I need to know the details of what you're working through in your mind as we talk. Details are important."
There was silence in the room for a moment, and then Skip's demeanor seemed to lighten. He smiled back at Janet. Finally he began again with the words "then let's get down to business."
"If I start getting off track, just let me know. I was born in 1930. My full name is George Allen Runyan
the third
. My grandfather, George A. Runyan the first was a miner by trade. He started his life cracking ore with a pick axe. I don't know how much of his old stories were true or not, as he and my father both had a tendency to embellish a little bit." Slowly Skip began to relax, and it was obvious to Janet that he was having an easier time finding his words. Soon he was smiling and laughing, and even eliciting some laughter from Janet.
"Gramps started out in Butte, Montana learning the mining trade. He always thought that someday he'd strike it rich with gold or silver, but he never made his fortune that way. He did however acquire a mineral right to a hillside around Butte which turned out to be the largest lead deposit found in the US at that time. Are you familiar with lead?"
Janet was a bit transfixed with Skip's story. "Not really. Heavy stuff. Paperweights"
"Lead used to be a major component of brass. Zinc as well. Many uses at the time, but around World War One, brass was in great demand. Things like shell casings for bullets. Well, Gramps did very well for himself. He expanded past Butte and started a company that specialized in brass. That was 1923. By then he was acquiring mineral rights and small mining operations throughout the western states. He settled in Salt Lake many years later. My father was born in 1900. His mother was very big in the church at the time, and since the church was also heavily involved in metals and mining, it wasn't long before the social life at the time brought the Runyans into that social circle."
"Gramps retired and left the company to my father in 1949. By that time our family was respected around Salt Lake. The church and social functions took up a great deal of their time together. My father relished in his role with the company and with each new acquisition, the company and our family prospered. When I left for college my life began to change dramatically. What I thought I wanted to do with my life, becoming a teacher, didn't fit with my parents' plans. And although I did date quite a few times, I had trouble relating to the women at school. A little too prim and proper for me. Of course my parents always had their say in whom I dated. Coming up with daughters of friends and associates. Finally with my grades falling, and my social life becoming somewhat of a disaster, I left school. That was 1953. The family business was starting a down turn. We didn't know at the time how bad things were going to get in the mining business. My father, as did Gramps, diversified their investments so our family remained wealthy, however the business started to shrink. Mines were popping up all over South America and the metals produced hit the American markets really hard. Mines were closing up all over." Skip sat back with a wistful look on his face.
Janet then asked the question "So how did you meet your wife?"
"When I left school I told my father I'd return, however I wanted to work for awhile to find myself. Dad put me on the company payroll, and I began to do a little traveling for the company. We had several mines west of Las Vegas out in the Spring Mountains. The Lead mines were quite old and pretty much played out. My job was going out and closing them up and lay off the employees. Sell 'em if I could. Well, I got to spend a lot of time in Las Vegas. It was different then. Prostitution wasn't really legal at all in the state, but of course there were phone numbers to call."
"And you found your wife with a phone number?" Janet was by this time finding the story to be fascinating.
"Not really. I had concluded a sale of one of the lead mines to a much larger company. There were four or five of us that went out to dinner. I was the only one representing our company. The other guys were somewhat older and real hell raisers if you get my drift. Most had made many trips to Las Vegas and knew how things worked. Of course they knew of my church affiliation, so they were very cautious around me at first. Till we all had a few drinks of course. Unknown to me, one of the guys had arranged some female companionship for the group. After dinner we retired to the lounge. There was a dance band playing the popular music of the time, and the "ladies" came over to our table."
"And one of whom was Jill?"
