Tales From The Couch (pt 3)
By dmg


     For the third time Dr. Oldman waited for his most troubling
patient. he gingerly flexed his left
arm, a painful reminder of last week's session. it didn't hurt nearly as
bad as it did last week, and the pain from the deep muscle bruise had
been gradually abating as each day passed. it was the nightmares that
were getting worse now.
     Twice now he had awakened in a pool of
sweat just as Jennifer was murdering him. the
first time he dreamt they were just about to have a session. the guards
had just left and he 
invited her to sit down, but she had a strange look on her face and
instead she slowly came 
around the desk toward him. she oozed out of her pants and gracefully
stepped out of them,
instantly drawing his rapt attention to her tan 
breathtakers. she sat on the edge of his desk
and brought her cuffed hands over his head to
the back of his neck. she pulled him forward
and roughly kissed him. he was soon lost in the kiss. they kissed for
almost a minute, and when they both came up for air he burst out, "i
love
you, Jennifer. i really do!" she smiled in a sad
kind of way. "i bet you say that to all your "dream girls". well, i'm
not like all of the rest." 
     Suddenly he was having difficulty breathing and he became aware
that she had wrapped
her powerful legs around his chest as they were
kissing. automatically he brought his hands down and felt the shapely
thighs that had him so effortlessly imprisoned. they were smooth and
solid, with very little give in them, and they
reflexively tensed at his touch. he gasped out,
uh. you're squeezing me." she smiled, and there was nothing but cold
death in her pretty
gray eyes as she said, "no, i'm just holding you,
but i am going to crush you to death--right now.
don't look so surprised. did you really think that
i woudn't find out? you told on me." terrified, he
cried out, "no, baby please. i wouldn't do that."
she smiled, laughed, and then said, "but you
did. one last kiss as you die, lover." as she drew his head forward and
kissed him the pressure increased. he could hear his own bones breaking
and felt like he was about to
explode. he heard her saying, "goodbye, lover"
over and over and then he woke up, minus about five pounds of sweat. it
took him more than ten minutes to get his breathing back to
normal. there was no way he could get back
to sleep.        
     He couldn't sleep the next night either. then
last night he found himself on a rooftop that had no railing or barrier.
he looked down at the pavement about four floors below and started to
back away from the edge but then he felt some
kind of presence. he turned around and she was there. she was made up
like a hollywood
starlet. she had a shoulder length teased hair
do, heavy lipstick and makeup, wearing a long
gown slit all the way up to the waist, revealing
a gorgeous, nylon stockinged right leg which 
shimmered in the moonlight, and her four inch
high heels made her tower over him. he was
awestruck for a moment but then regained the 
power of speech. "so this is how you look when
you're not inside." she snickered, "not really,
but it's your dream. besides, i might say the same thing to you." with
that she took his black
tie in her hand. he looked down, surprised to see that he had a tuxedo
on. she pressed heavily against him, driving him back a step as
they kissed.  he was totally engrossed in the kiss barely aware of
moving back toward the edge. when he realized the danger it was too
late. the toes of his shoes were on the roof but
the heels and the rest of his body hung out off of the edge. the only
thing keeping him from falling was Jennifer standing on the roof holding
onto his tie. his arms flailed about helplessly
as he screamed, "ahhhhh. help me, please.
pull me back. please!!" she gave him that sad little smile and said,
"sorry, lover. you've been
telling stories about me. goodbye lover." she
let go of the tie and he fell. he could hear her saying, "goodbye lover"
over and over. he spun
as he fell and saw the pavement rushing up at
him like a freight train. then he woke up. he
just coudn't believe the extent to which she had
gotten "into his head."
     he looked down at her open file on his desk.
he had read it all many times. she had been an
only child and her parents were right out of a
Steven Spielberg movie. everything was happy
and normal, until she was thirteen years old 
when her mother was killed by a drunk driver.
oddly enough, her father then became a drunk 
and had several documented run-ins with the
local police. then, when she was sixteen years
old, her father was killed by his pet python. he
wondered if this had anything to do with her
fixation on killing by squeezing and crushing.
     Just then he heard the familiar clang in the
distance, the last iron gate between the "office
area" and the prison proper had just been opened and closed. a few
seconds later the
two guards escorted Jennifer in. all three of them stared  at Dr. Oldman
but it was the lead guard who spoke, "damn, doc. you look like s**t. you
sure you're up for this?' he nodded and thanked her as he ushered them
out. he
sat back in his chair as Jennifer sang out, "she
is right, you know, doc. what's the matter? not getting enough sleep, or
just not getting enough
period." she laughed but he didn't. he was about to say something when
she continued,
"you must have a guilty conscience, doc. what
have you been up to?" he still didn't laugh or
smile. he said, "i want to talk to you about your
family. your mother was killed by a drunken driver, is that right?" now
she was serious too.
she nodded, and he thought he saw just a hint 
of a tear in her eye. then it was gone and her
toughness was back. "that's right. that changed
everything." quietly he prodded her, "everything
was happy before that, right." she had a far away look as she nodded.
"then your father
started drin-" her voice was barely  controlled
as she interrupted him, "i don't want to talk  
about my father." he said, "ok, after your father
died" he saw the flash in her eyes and she lept
off of the couch and slammed both fists on top of his desk.  she
shouted, "I don't want to talk
about my father!!"
     it took about two seconds for the two guards to burst into the room
with their nightsticks
drawn. the lead guard took command, "what's
wrong? what's going on?" Jennifer and the doctor just stared at each
other and did not
answer. finally the guard said, "that's it. you two
are thru for today. game over. you better get some rest, doc." with that
she led the prisoner
away. he sat there stunned for a few minutes,
trying to digest what Jennifer had just told him
with her eyes. it wasn't a snake that had killed her father.
END OF PART 3