Page 22 of The Mountain Man's Virgin
“Mick. Are you angry?” she had asked.
“Of course, I’m fucking angry!” I had yelled. “I came here to get better and you’re fucking tempting me with every move that you make.
“Good,” she had smiled at me.
“Good?”
“Anger is good, the fact that you’re acknowledging your feelings is good. Mick, whether you believe it or not, you are making progress.”
I had seen her twice a week for three months. And while I still thought about bending her over her desk at every session, they were no longer the only thought in my head. I was able to have a conversation with her between thoughts about spreading her legs apart or imagining the marks her lipstick would leave at the base of my cock.
I knew that we were making progress, but that last session, the one that ended all my sessions, the one where I fucked my therapist, that’s the one that finally drove me to the hills… literally.
Chapter 17 – Lucy
“Hi, baby, what’s up?” Lawrence’s voice cut in and out.
“Hi, Lawrence,” I said, backing up and turning slowly, trying to maximize the cell reception.
“You’re cutting out,” he said.
Mick waved me over to the edge of the steep ridge and held onto my jacket.
“Is this better?”
“Yes, I can hear you now. How’s your girls’ weekend? Are you ladies behaving yourselves?”
He really had no idea.
“You haven’t spoken to anyone, or checked your messages?” I asked.
“Um. No, babe. I just turned my phone on.”
I didn’t know whether to be relieved or furious. He hadn’t been ignoring Tania’s calls, so he wasn’t a jerk, but he’d had his phone off for a day, which was just plain inconsiderate.
“Where are you?” I asked.
“What?” Lawrence’s voice crackled.
“Where are you?” I repeated.
“I told you, I’m at the Ames Founder’s Retreat on the coast.
“You didn’t tell me you were doing that this weekend,” I said. I realized that Lawrence hadn’t lied, I hadn’t asked him what his plans were while I was going to be out of town. I assumed that he was going to stay home and do school work and hang out with his buddies. The Ames Founders Club sometimes had meetings out of town, but he usually told me when he was going away.
I knew that I should tell him what had happened. That I was in a horrible car crash, that I almost died of exposure, and that I was shacked up in the mountains with a beast of a man. “Something happened, Lawrence. Something bad.”
“Oh, no,” Lawrence replied. “Are you ok?”
“Yes, I’m fine.”
“What?” Lawrence's voice crackled. “I can’t hear you.”
“Lawrence?” I could hear him perfectly.
“You’re breaking up.”
I hadn’t moved.
