The couch
by dmg



Dr. Oldman was wringing his hands nervously in anticipation. he was finally
going to get to inteview Jennifer Ashley, one of the youngest female killers
ever to come to Rockleigh State Prison. the pretty, brunette of 17 years was
charged as an adult and had pleaded guilty to murder in exchange for a reduced
sentence. he remembered the articles he had written opposing the lenient
sentence, due to the fact that she was suspected in at least three other
murders. he heard a metal door clang shut in the background, and then there
was a knock on his door. they entered without waiting for a response. two
tough, all business female guards brought in the prisoner whose hands were
cuffed together and chained to a leather belt around her waist. she looked
around the plush office, which was a huge contrast to the dank gray steel
which dominated the decor in the rest of the prison. she commented, "so this
is how the other half lives." the guard who led her in, a tough, heavyset
black woman, got right in her face. "shut the f**k up." then she handed dr.
oldman a clipboard and said, "we'll be in the waiting room. you got 1/2 hour.
if you need us hit the button." as he signed he thought about the button that
he had never used. it rang a buzzer in the waiting room and was only to be
used if a prisoner needed to be controlled. as he handed her the clipboard he
gestured toward the prisoner's cuffs and chains and said, "is all that
necessary?" she gave him a pitying look and said, "Dr. Miller didn't think it
was necessary. he wound up four floors down with a mouth full of pavement, and
the guard that took her handcuffs off is on the unemployment line. that ain't
gonna happen here. how long do you think you're gonna take?" "it's hard to
say. that depends on how well we et along." as they left the room, they made
eye contact for the first time. in a way she looked like a lost child, but
there was a chilling confidence about her, like a lioness coolly eyeing a
prey.

"please be seated." he gestured to the couch and she sank into it. she crossed
her legs at the knee and he couldn't help noticing that, while her shirt
seemed very loose, her pants were very nicely filled out. he remembered seeing
in her bio that she had some early training in both ballet and gymnastics, and
under aliases he'd seen the nickname "legs". with a grin on her face she
asked, "leg man?" suddenly he realized that he had let his mind wander and
that he had been staring at her legs. he tried to just go ahead with what he
had planned to say. "well, Jennifer, i'm Doctor Oldman. i'm frankly quite
surprised that you finally agreed to talk with me. you haven't been
forthcoming up until now." she was now quite serious and her eyes burned into
his lke lazer beams. "i didn't like what you were saying about me." he failed
at an attempt to smile as he said, "i see, so you came to set me straight." "i
came to make sure you don't tell any more lies about me." he glanced down at
the button and he wondered why he was breathing so heavily as he asked, "how
do you plan to do that?" that's when she leaned forward and flashed that
sweet, innocent, terrifying little smile and said, "anyway i can, doc." he sat
up a bit straighter in his seat and asked, " you're talking about killing me?"
she seemed genuinely amused as she asked, "you want to live forever?" without
waiting for a response she asked, "are you scared?" his voice quavered, i
guess i should be, considering your track record, but i think you're being a
bit ambitious. i mean, you're in no position to threaten me," her eyes gleamed
an icy blue as she hissed out, "things change, doc." "was Dr. Miller scared?"
"no, he was an arrogant jerk. he even had them take my handcuffs off." he
tried to keep his voice calm as he said, "and you killed him?" she looked at
him suspiciously for a second and then asked, "doc, do we have
confidentiality?" he rushed to reassure her. "yes, nothing you say here can
ever be used against you." she looked long and hard at him. "so you want to
know what happened to doc miller. well, for one thing he wanted me almost as
bad as you do, but he was a little more forward. by this time in the session
he was over here on the couch with me. by the way, wouldn't you be a bit more
comfortable over here?" she patted the couch next to her. "no, i'm fine over
here" she laughed out loud but continued, "he was full of all this real stern
talk about how messed up i was and how i needed his help, but i felt his eyes
on me and i saw his pants bulging out. he played right into it when i started
thanking him for helping me. i threw my arms around his neck and started
hugging and kissing him. i pulled him down on the couch on top of me and
wrapped my legs around his body. did i mention i have really strong legs?
well, anyway, i squeeze him real tight and soon he's gasping and struggling
trying to get away but no way. once i put the squeeze on someone they are
dead, unless i decide to let them go."

"you're saying that you actually squeezed him to death." she raised her
eyebrows. "oh, you don't think it's possible, huh? well, maybe i'm gonna give
you a little demonstration later. to answer you question, no i didn't squeeze
him to death. he was turning red and trying to call for the guards but that's
hard to do when you can't breathe, you know? i felt him getting weaker and
weaker but i didn't want to risk any more years being added on to my sentence
so i let him out of my grip and he fell to the carpet gasping for air. i went
to the window to see if there was any way of getting away from there but it
was four floors up. when i looked back into the room he was getting up holding
his ribs. he called me a bitch. doc, nobody calls me a bitch! i grabbed him
and spun him past me into the window. i gave him one punch in those sore ribs
and he bent over just at the right height to go out of the window. i just gave
him a little help, that's all. then i put on my best crying act and called the
guards in. they didn't really believe that he just fell out of the window but
what could they do?" as she finished he was somewhat shaken but said, "so then
you have killed more than just once." she smiled, "more than once, more than
twice. you want to hear about them all, doc?" he nodded and said, "how many
have you killed in all?" once more her eyes blazed deep into his. "including
you, doc?" he didn't answer. he couldn't speak or move. finally she smiled
again and said, "no, not including you. i'm going to give you a pass today,
doc. i think i'm starting to like this. i lke it that someone else knows about
this, but can't say a thing about it. i'm going to tell you about every little
bad thing i've done."

just then there was a knock on the door. it opened and the tough guard looked
in at the prisoner, and then at Dr. Oldman. Jennifer laughed and burst out,
"yeah, he's still alive." she kept laughing even as the guard spat out the
usual, "shut the f**k up! time's up, doc." she took the prisoner by the arm
and led her to the door. Jennifer blew him a kiss and sang out, "see you next
week, doc!"

END OF PART 1