Until You

Anthony

Things were good. I worked my way to the day shift cleaning, so I didn't have to do nights. I started to make good friends with the guards, and they even bought me cigarettes time to time. Even though Mike sent some in, I always had back up. Mike told me to make pals with the guards because it will give you the gateway to freedom.

I was picking up some weight in here which looked pretty good on me. I spent a lot of time reading. And on occasion, there would be a really great sex scenes in the books, and all I could think of is Mindy. Her soft milky breast, those pouty lips, and that warm pouch. Sometimes I had to beg the guards to let me shower so I could release myself. 

And my mind was always on her. I missed her so much. I had wished to receive a letter soon. I just needed an answer. Then, a guard tapped on my cell door. "Bear you've got mail!" I swear my heart went up into my throat. And there it was, the letter I was expecting. A letter from my Mindy.

I nearly died when I read it. She still felt for me. I missed her so much, I wanted to make love to the mail she sent me. If I could just see her! 

She wanted me to go into Therapy and find a doctor. Not something I like to do but I'll do whatever it takes. She wanted to be my friend, and that was more than enough for me right now.

I had asked the social worker working my case - she said I was doing well and I requested to see a Therapist. She had one ready for me the following week. As they cuffed me and walked me to the room where doctors meet the inmates, I sat down to a woman who was probably in her mid 40's. 

"Good afternoon!" She greeted, "My name is Dr. Ann, but you can just call me Ann."

"Hi Ann." I felt dumb, but at least I can write Mindy to tell her I was in therapy.

"I see you requested to speak with me, so tell me a little about yourself, Anthony." She used my whole name.

"I'm in here for robbery." Was all I could say. I didn't know what to do with these things.

"Yes, I know, but tell me about where you grew up, you have any siblings, you work?" She waited.

"I grew up in a trailer home with a drug addict hustling father. I have a younger brother his name is Mike. And I worked at a Construction job but I'm sure I was already fired." Damn isn't that enough for you lady?

"What about your mother?" Is she for real?

"My mother's dead." And I wasn't going into that, "She died when we were both real young."

"I'm sorry to hear that." She said sympathetically. "Are you married? single?" Why so you can jump my bones?

"I am seeing someone. But she's pretty pissed because I am in here." I looked at my feet.

"I see." She wrote some things down, "Can you tell me what made you want to rob for money?" Here we go..

"I wanted to surprise my girlfriend with an engagement ring, and it was the wrong thing to do." I continued to look down in shame, "I lost a good friend doing it." 

She nodded, "I know, I heard. Can you tell me a little more what it was like growing up?"

Dude! "My father was an asshole." There I said it.

"Why was he an asshole?" She wouldn't stop! Come on!

"He beat us, there!" I yelled. She looked at me with wide eyes.

"I'm sorry, I am just trying to figure out why you are behaving in dangerous acts and always so angry." She wrote some more shit down in her little book, "And you attacked an inmate for snoring?" Her brows rose.