Claydel Vail Jenner is a 36 year old Kittitian woman who has lost her family in a tragic accident.
Coping with her lost she finds her self Fallen victim at the hands of her late husband's Mistress
and his work partner. Clay fled to the city of At...
Clay did not show up for her appointment today and I know she may have
some feeling about what took place in our last session.
Despite her unwillingness to cooperate, I just cannot sit by and allow her to go to jail.
It is my job to help her no matter the challenges. Yes, Claydel is a difficult one to reach.
But it is my job to reach her and she can not pay the price of my incompetence.
It was hard for me to be able to give my full attention to my other clients because my mind was so much on Claydel.
I only had two other clients and the sessions went ok even thought I was a bit distracted.
After my last client had left the office, I pull Clay's file and searched for her address.
Closing the office door, I set off to find her place of address.
Now I am standing in front of Clay's door pounding the shit out of it and she won't even an-
My frustration melts away when the door flew open catching me in mid pound, my hand froze in the air.
Clay's standing there with her head hanging low. Her right hand still on the door knob while her left is
firmly planted on the door frame about shoulder high. The aggravation radiating off her slumping body is suffocating.
I do not understand why she intimidates me so. She is just a woman like me, right?
Only complicated, stubborn, closed off, inconsiderate, sexy...
cough umm ...
Taking what seems to be a minute or two, but only a few seconds to get just one word out, I stutter "C-Clay."
Clay's head shot up obviously surprise by my voice. With Confusion written all over her face "What are you doing here?"
"You missed your session" I reply sternly" May I come in?"
Clay hesitates before opening the door a little more, stepping aside and dropping
her hand from the door frame allowing me to walk in. She then push shut the door behind me.
I'm confident as hell and I feel damn good about it. I'm going to show her that I am not intimidated
by her, not in the least. Giving myself a short mental pep talk, I am now ready to say what I have to say
and god damn it I will say it!
I quickly turn on my heel "Clay I-I." My jaw drop when I realize what she is wearing.
my words caught in my throat.
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Clay has nothing on but a green sports bra and green boxer, Her body looks amazing.
It is obvious that she works out often to maintain a body like that. Clay have tattoo covering her upper body, crowns her head and running down both her arms.
I have never notice that before. How could I, she has always been covered up for our sessions.
Allowing my eyes to explore her body, they quickly fall on some pretty nasty scars along her inner thigh.
Clay may have notice how hard I'm ogling her, because she walks off suddenly towards what I can only assume is her bedroom and now
she is walking back out fully dressed. I can feel my cheeks heating up. Oh my god, caught checking out my client how embarrassing.
Someone please shoot me now!
Clearing my throat, trying to swallow my embarrassment. I try to speak again. I open my mouth to speak then close it, taking a few small breaths to center myself.
"Would you like something to drink?" Clay offers.
Oh yes, please that is exactly what I need right now.
Maybe a shot of vodka or something really really strong because
I know I am tripping right now. oh, wait do not drink.
I nod my head with a sheepish grin "Yes, water please."
Clay left for a few minutes and returned with a glass of water. She then hand it to me while gesturing with her hand for me to sit on the sofa next to me. I sit down and so did she in the chair opposite me.
Another long awkward silence lingers, which I intend to brake after finishing this glass of water.
Placing the empty glass on the table in front of me "Why didn't you show up for your appointment today?"
"A couldn't face you again, not after wah happen last time." Clay reply honestly in a low gentle tone.
Clay lower her head just as I glimpse what seems to be a remorseful look on her face.
Her accent is just so adorable.
Letting a smile curl my lips, I sit up into my seat tilting my head trying to get another look at her face.
Clay lift her head slightly catching my gaze, a smile instantly mold my lips.
"It's alright really." Trying to assure her that every thing is fine.
She nods while slowly getting up, reaches for the empty glass and takes it to the kitchen.
When she return to the living room, I stand on my feet and gingerly make my way towards her, being sure to not invade her private space.
"I have noticed that you are not very comfortable with the office setting for our sessions. So I am open to visiting you here instead if you are ok with that." I suggest shifting from one leg to the other."It my help you feel at ease"
Clay nod her head in agreement.
Feeling we had just made some progress, I quickly confirm Clay acceptance of my suggestion " good, I will be back on Monday at 8 am."
Clay follows me to the door with out saying a word and held it open for me to leave. A smile tugs my lips as I walk slowly down the hall feeling confident that this was a great step in the right direction.
