"Alright Margaret, this has been a good session," Dr. Cowan said as she got up from the session. Dwight and Margaret had been in couples therapy for three weeks now. They said they were 'in a rut' as many other couples are after several years of marriage. Their lives had dipped into such a hum-drum routine that even their sex lives suffered. "Just remember what I told you about just letting go. Now I gave your husband some homework, and don't forget to report back next week."
She smiled that knowing smile while Margaret just walked out of the office. As she stepped in the elevator down to the garage level Margaret could not help but wonder what kind of homework did the doctor give her husband. So far all she had given them was things to read and adult films to watch. "Some research," she said to herself, "maybe she is some kind of quack like my sister said."
She got in her car and drove back to her Miami condo. She was early, she could get dinner started before Dwight arrived. Margaret reached the door, but it was already unlocked. That was the first odd thing she noticed; she stepped in the door searching for her pepper spray and cell phone in her purse. "Hello," Margaret called out. She turned and closed the door behind her. Suddenly someone pulled one of her arms back and put a knife to her throat. Oh my goodness, she was getting robbed in her own home!
"Don't move. Just do as I say, "he said. "Now turn around and walk slowly."
Margaret wanted to turn around to get a look at her attacker. If there is something she had learned from her military brothers was to always have a good description of your attacker, the more you knew of your enemy the better to ID him later. But he held her tight and was man-handling her towards their bedroom. They stepped inside and he let go her arm. "Stay there and don't turn around," he ordered.
She stayed still, it would do no good to try and fight him while he still held a weapon. "Just let go," Dr Cowan's words ran inside Margaret's mind. Coming from a military family it wasn't easy to just let go; she was always taught to be in control of her situation. Control which seemed to slip further away as her attacker blindfolded her and tied her hands at her wrists. The man began to undress her, but she knew better than to fight back at this point. DNA evidence and her own survival took more priority at this point. She could hear the fabric of her blouse been torn apart, a beautiful Japanese silk blouse her husband bought for her on their last trip to Japan. How dare he?
The man guided her through the bedroom to the four-posted bed and made her lie down on it. Margaret felt her legs pulled apart and tied to the corners of the bed. He then undid the bindings at her wrists and tied her arms to the other corners of the bed. Then something strange and twisted happened, the man began kissing and licking up her leg. Starting at her toes he slowly worked his way up her ankle, her defined calf muscle, her knee, and then stopped midway up her thigh. He then began going down the other leg. He kissed every single toe on her foot and then Margaret heard something she knew she would hear sooner or later, the rustle of fabric as he took off his clothes.
