"Welcome back Dee, how have you been?" My therapist says as he holds open his office door and awaits for me to walk in.
"I've been fine." I say as I walk in and sit on the couch.
Yes I'm in therapy. I know I have a problem when it comes to sex, and I know that this problem has to be dealt with before anything bad truly happens. It's just for some reason, for some real reason, I can't control myself around beautiful females.
"Let's get right to it, how many woman has it been since the last time I saw you?" He asks fixing his glasses.
I mentally count then look at him. "18." I say.
"Dee, you are still in the double digits. We have to somehow bring you down to the single digits." He says.
"What if I like it. What if I don't wanna go down to the single digits?" I ask.
"The world is going to find out about who you really are and you will lose your fan base." He says.
"I think they already know. I was asked about it the other night. Nothing too bad happened." I say running my hand through my hair.
"Well how is work going?" He asks.
"Work is interesting, I had to let a few people go, so I'm going to be hiring soon. Is your son still looking for a job?" I ask him.
"Yeah he actually is." He says.
"Well send him to my building, and let him know that I take small mistakes very serious. My sets and productions have to be perfect." I say.
"Of course thank you." He says.
"No need to thank m...." I get cut off by an instant memory.
How could I've not seen her before. Such a beautiful smile. It must've been only for a second. Only for a split second, where I glanced at her but was too focused on something else. On someone else. Her black dress gripped her body as if it had falling in love with the feeling of her skin. Her skin looked soft. Her lips looked even softer. Sending my mind into a frenzy, slowly undressing her, trying to imagine correctly what is underneath her dress. That Black Dress. Wanting her in ways I've never wanted anyone before.
"Dee can you hear me? Who is she?" He asks.
"I don't know.... but I want her..." I say getting up. "Just add my remaining time to my next session. I have to go." I say walking out and running out the door to my car.
I get in my car and speed off down the block. I grab my phone and start making calls, asking if anybody knew the girl in the black dress from art event.
As I pull up in front of my house I see a sleek black porshe sitting in my driveway. As I gathered my stuff to get out I saw someone getting out and from the wild curly I already knew it was none other than Tamara.
"Would you like to tell me why you're here Tamara?" I asked as I closed my car door.
"Just checking up on you" She said smirking, if it was one thing I know she wasn't here to check on me at all.
"Didn't you do that a few days ago at that lunch meeting you asked for?" I said pushing my hand into the pockets of my pants.
"That wasn't a check up Dee we both know it, this time I'm actually here to check on you" She said leaning against her car, raising my brow I nodded and walked to my door.
"Well then proceed in." I say opening my door and watching her walk in.
I close my door and she hands me her coat. I look at it as she laid it in my hand and toss it across the hallway onto a chair.
