Tales From The Couch  Pt 5  
by dmg



Dr. Oldman paced up and down in his office like an expectant father, waitng
for the guards to arrive with Jennifer. he had been through a lot with her in
only four sessions. at one point she had him so intimidated he was having
nightmares about her, but they stopped after he turned the tables on her in
their third session by finding her "weak link". after she had very casually
described two murders that she had committed he had stumbled upon one that she
was deeply troubled by, her father's. they had such a row over it that Mabel
the guard had cut the session short. when Jennifer refused to see him the
following week he thought he had pushed her too far but then she came back the
following week. she had been halfway through her story when time had run out.
he heard the iron door clang shut and went to his desk, hastily putting the
letter from the prison parole co-ordinator back in it's envelope. he was still
undecided about whether to tell Jennifer about it's contents.

There was a desultory knock and then the two guards entered with Jennifer in
between. he beckoned her to take a seat on the couch and he sat behind his
desk as the guards left. "hi, how have you been?" she seemed to be back to her
cool and confident self as she said, "about as good as you can be inside, doc.
i've been busy, real busy. how about you, doc? have you been busy?" he looked
in her eyes and just knew that she somehow knew about the letter on his desk.
he nodded and said, "yeah, i,ve been busy, too. in fact i got a letter today
about you. your lawyer has gotten a hearing for an early parole. i'm invited."
"have you been "invited" to many of these hearings, doc?" he wanted to say
more but all that came out was, "quite a few. usually it's pretty cut and
dried. we'll go into detail on that next week. why don't you go ahead with
your story?"

"let's see. where was i?" he saw a startling change come over her as she
paused to think. her smile disappeared and her body language spoke of a
distinct mood change as her mind travelled back to that awful night. "i was in
the middle of changing from my pajamas to my street clothes when he came back
to my room. i only had on a tee shirt and underpants when he darkened the
doorway. he was rubbing his sore ribs with one hand and brandishing his belt
with the other. he was very drunk and hard to understand. "you been a very bad
girl" he slurred out. i told him again, "daddy, you're drunk. leave me alone."
"you can't talk to me like that. i'm gonna teach you a lesson." he swung the
belt and hit me on the left hip. he was too unco-ordinated to get a lot of
power behind it but it stung. i wasn't going to let him whip me so i grabbed
it when he swung again and pulled it. he was off balance and staggered forward
right into me and we both fell backward onto the carpet. i immediately tried
to get my legs around his body but he had his left arm under my right leg and
pushed it up and away from his ribs. he started to say something like, "i'm
not gonna let you do that again," but then i brought my right leg up over his
shoulder and trapped him between my right thigh and calf, which i brought down
on his back. i locked my right foot under my left leg which was under his
right arm. i applied pressure but wasn't in a good position to choke him. all
i could do was hold him prisoner.

At first he seemed really distressed at his uncomfortable predicament, pulling
and prying at my confining legs but then he changed. he was caressing my legs
and he started kissing my right leg just above the knee. i decided to take
advantage of this distraction by bringing my left leg back toward me and
suddenly throwing it over his right shoulder. i locked my ankles behind his
head and squeezed his neck tightly between my knees. he let out a grunt and
his face reddened as he wrapped both of his arms around my legs and tried to
get to his feet. again i could not let him get up because i woud then be
upside down and i would lose my grip.

I twisted my hips to the left, and he lost his balance and crashed to the
floor, still caught in my legs. his face was beet-red now and it was obvious
he was in agony. tears ran down his cheeks as he tried in vain to escape. he
pleaded, "let me go." he looked so pathetic and helpless but then i thought of
what he was trying to do to me. my sympathy disappeared completely when he
said, "let go right now or i'll pinch you." i just looked at him like he was
crazy and he started pinching my legs as hard as he could. it hurt so much i
almost released him but now i was really mad. i grabbed him by the hair,
loosened my legs just a bit, and pulled his head forward until his chin
touched my underpants and hs neck was way up between my thighs. then i
squeezed as hard as i could, and i saw fear now in his bulging eyes as he
pawed at my solid thighs. his mouth opened and closed several times but he
could not make a sound. after a few more seconds his hands fell away from my
legs and his eyes closed. he was limp. i loosened my grip and i thought at
first that i had made him pass out but the fear that he ws dead overtook me. i
put my hand up to his nose and mouth to see if he was still breathing but he
wasn't.

I got up and sat on the edge of my bed for a long time. i didn't know what to
do. all i knew was that i had killed my own daddy and was going to spend the
rest of my life in jail, or worse. i seriously thought about suicide but just
then i looked out the window of my room at the dark street. there was a single
car parked there and i stared at it. i realized i had never even learned to
drive a car yet. every fiber of my being rebelled against the idea of suicide.

So then what could i do? run? become a fugitive for the rest of my life? none
of these possibilities seemed appealing, so i tried to think of some way of
making it look like some thing else, like suicide or an accident. then it
occured to me that he died from being choked, so maybe i could make it look
like he hung himself. i went to his hobby room and looked around to see where
a person could possibly hang himself from. twice i went past the big,
aquarium-like cage where his pet python was sleeping. the third time i just
stopped and stared at it. i stood there dumbfounded as if hit by a lightning
bolt. it was perfect! i didn't have to fake any hanging. just put him and the
snake together and let the cops figure the rest out themselves. i started
laughing. it was crazy. it was so stupid that it was brilliant.

Sitting in the corner of the hobby room was my old wagon that i hadn't played
with in years. i brought it back to my room and loaded most of daddy on to it.
he was hanging off but i picked his legs up and used it like a wheelbarrow. it
was awkward but i got him in there. i dumped him out in the middle of the room
and put the wagon back where it was. then i went back to my room and found
that liquor bottle which i put down beside him. all that left was the snake, a
thirteen foot long rock python named "beauty". she was shiny, dark green and
black, and all muscle. i opened the top of her enclosure and picked her up
just behind the head. it was very heavy but i managed to get it out bit by bit
and lowered it onto my father's body. i don't thnk she even woke up. i put one
of it's cols around his neck just for effect.

Now all i had to do was fix up my room, put on a different pair of pajamas,
and make the 911 call. i made sure my fingerprints weren't on his bottle or on
the hobby room door when i locked it. i told the dispatcher i heard him yell
and then it sounded like he was choking but he was in a locked room. it took
paramedics about two minutes to get there. they asked if they could break in
the door to the hobby room and i nodded, trembling like a frightened little
girl should. when they busted the door in i could see into the room. Beauty
had played her part to perfection. she had moved up a bit and had almost her
entire body on top of his head and shoulders.

Both of the paramedics came back out of the room like they were shot out of a
cannon. they were both yelling at once just as two cops came in. one of the
cops made me go to the kitchen and sit down. then they all went into the room
and put Beauty back in her cage. i was glad they didn't shoot her or anything.
they took her off to the zoo. no one ever suspected me. you heard enough yet,
doc?"

Dr. Oldman found it was hard to compose himself. "you are certainly cool under
pressure. there's one thing i don't understand. you killed your father
defending yourself. how did you go from that to killing so casually?" at first
Jennifer was going to protest that she really didn't kill casually, but then
she said, "murder changes you, doc, or should i say getting away with it. all
of a sudden it's not so unthinkable. it's one of the first options you think
of when someone messes with you, or one of your friends. it's just a question
of working out the details, so you don't get caught."

There was a knock on the door and Mabel came in. "time, doc." Jennifer got up
to leave. "my hearing is in ten days, doc. i know you're facing a dilemma, but
you'll do the right thing. i have faith in you. we'll talk all about it next
week ." after they left he picked up the letter again and thought about the
dilemma she had mentioned. they wanted his recommendation on early release,
but they thought they were dealing with someone who killed one person. he knew
different, but he couldn't tell them, or anyone else. END OF PART 5