The Psychiatrist

Chapter Fourteen

I walk past Leslie's bookstore, stopping in front of the window to see if she's there, mystery woman, that is. I twist open the door knob and walk into the quiet bookstore. The clear Christmas lights were plugged in, the shades were slightly pulled down.

"Oliver, is that you?" she softly breathes.

She emerges from the back of the store, and now from the middle row of books. My eyes clung to her sheer white nightgown, her breasts swayed up and down as she calmly breathed. Heavenly she was just standing in front of me.

"Come to me Oliver." She motions to me, and like a dog, I obey her.

I wrap my around her waist as she wrapped her arms around my neck. I rest my forehead on hers as we look at each other, not saying a word. Kiss her. Kiss her now. Obeying the voice in my head, I tilt her head back and caress her soft cheek bringing her face closer to mine. I rest my lips on top of hers. She slowly parts her lips, giving me the green light. My tongue invades her mouth, taking whatever it can take. Her touch is like water as her hands glide up my grey sweatshirt.

"Take off your shirt."

she whispers, her soft small hands at the hem of the sweatshirt, which is now over my shoulders. I watch as she throws it to the ground. Pulling her back into my embrace, my lips hover over hers as she smiles at me. She has the softest lips I've ever kissed. My hands roam down her shoulders tugging at her nightgown. I want this thing off. Now! I tugged at her nightgown once more and nothing. It didn't move at all, not even an inch. What the hell.

"What's my name?"

"What?" I say out of breath.

"What is my name?" she says smiling with hope dancing in her eyes.

"I, I don't know. You never told me your name." I say pressing my lips to her forehead.

Damn this can't be the end of us right now. As if she read my mind she picks up my sweatshirt and hands it to me.

"You should be going now Oliver."

The loud knock at the door wakes me from what felt like reality and I'm on my feet shuffling to the door.

"Are you okay? Your mother said she heard you whining about something." father says grinning. Huh mom I wasn't whining, I was interrupted.

"Haha, I wasn't whining," I contemplate telling him about little miss mysterious. I'll keep her a secret until I have more on her. "But where's mom? I need to tell you both something."

Dinner is great. Mom made a wonderful roast with garlic mashed potatoes, veggies, and rolls. She made enough for me to take home for Marvin and I to have for tomorrow's dinner. This year we aren't going to do anything big because granddad doesn't feel well she informs me. I'm not really in a Christmas spirit anyways. I need to visit granddad, I haven't seen him in a few weeks. You've been saying that for weeks. Go see him next Saturday.

"Oliver, was there something you wanted to tell us? Your father said you wanted to talk to us." mom says scooping more potatoes on her plate.

"Well yeah. I um proposed to Charity earlier this month." I say quietly. It was so quiet I could hear a pin drop. And here comes the atomic bomb Margo.

"Are you out of your mind? She's unfit, she's cruel, she-"

"She makes Oliver happy and that's all that matters Margo."

"Of course you are not bothered by the fact that Oliver is going to marry a WHORE, I don't want a whore for a daughter in law. Henry if you weren't so busy trying to look down her dress every two seconds, you would know she's not a nice girl for Oliver." mom babbled on.