Amy's Next Experiment

My divorce with Jane was finalized, but I still met every week with Amy. She was addicted and needed me to fuck her periodically, but she was also still working out her theory of what was going on. She also had some plan, about which I knew little.

As I went to her office for our meeting, I was thinking about how that was going to have to change. That got put on hold, though, because when I walked in to her office, she immediately said, "I'm afraid we don't have much time. Have a seat and I'll tell you what I've got planned for today."

Someday soon, I thought, I'll be making the plans. But, right then I sat in one of the armchairs in her office while she explained.

"I have a patient, a 41-year old married woman named Lynne, who has been suffering from depression and sexual dysfunction," she said quickly. "I've told her that you are a radical new sex therapist and, after discussing it, she said she wanted to try your treatment."

I was speechless.

"When she comes in, I'm going to introduce you. I have a theory that this addiction phenomenon is related to how you talk to women, or maybe how you feel when you talk. So when I ask her if she's ready to start, when she says yes I want to you read this script -- but read it with feeling." She handed me a piece of paper.

Reading it, I felt apprehensive. "What if she reacts badly to this?"

"Don't worry, I'll cover for you," she replied. "But memorize it now and, like I said, really mean it when you say it."

There was a knock at the door, and Amy went over to it and let Lynne in.