Wyatt
and Bonnie: Counselling
Bonnie
finished peeling the potatoes, rinsed them and put them on the stove to boil. She
Everything
was clear up until they had entered he club, Drak-something, but her memories
were fuzzy until she woke up in their hotel room the next morning. She had the
worst headache; in fact her entire body had been hurting. She just felt totally
exhausted and sore; her girl parts in particular. She had asked Wyatt what had
happened and he had been a little nervous when he answered.
He
was a little vague when he explained that they had danced most of the night and
that she had done a lot of drinking. He said they had gotten back to the hotel
real late, had sex and then she had crashed. That didn’t make sense though, if
she was so drunk and tired, why did she stop for a shower? Bonnie had been
trying to figure it out since they got home, but something didn’t seem quite
right.
To
make things worse, Wyatt had been touchy and grouchy and depressed. Bonnie had
tried talking to him, but he wouldn’t talk to her. The first week they had been
home, he had wanted sex every night and he always wanted to do naughty things.
She had refused; he knew his wife did not cater to anything naughty! He had
been upset and now things were awful between them. She didn’t know what she was
going to do; maybe she should call her Pastor.
Chapter
Two
Wyatt
was almost done chores for the day. Like Bonnie though, he was distracted as
well. All he could think about was the New York trip. It had been the greatest.
Sex with the three ladies had been the best he had ever had. All he could
picture was one of them swallowing his load and smiling.
He
still wasn’t exactly sure where Bonnie had gone all night; although he had his
suspcions. He had gotten back to the bar for a drink; watched a great sex show
and then drank until John, his host, came and told him they were closing. He
had panicked a bit, asking about Bonnie, but John told him she was already
waiting in the taxi for him. During the ride back to the hotel, Bonnie had been
next to passed out from drinking so much. He had to help her into the hotel
room and help her get ready for bed. That’s when he saw the dragon tattoo on
her hip and began to wonder.
A
quick search online and he found the Drakule Club website. He had searched the
new videos section and found a new entry titled ‘Country Girl Does the Chores’.
He watched as the busty star had been screwed every which way by a large group
of guys; he had almost stopped breathing when he saw the dragon tattoo on the
ladies hip.
After
a frantic telephone conversation with John, he hung up feeling a little better.
John was right of course, Bonnie hadn’t been hurt and he, Wyatt had spent a
great hour with three gorgeous ladies. The great part was though; John was
sending money to Wyatt’s credit card. Apparently sales of Bonnie’s video were
going great. Wyatt had checked his credit card balance and there had been a
thousand dollars deposited and he was now running a credit of over five hundred
dollars!
Still
Wyatt was not happy. Bonnie had done all that stuff on the video and when he
asked for a blowjob, she flat out refuses.
Hoping John might be able to help him out, he called the Drakule Club.
John had listened attentively and then suggested counselling; not what Wyatt
was hoping for. John explained further that he would send a crew out with a
counsellor to help them. Best of all, it would be free of charge. As an
additional favour, John said he would send out Deidre, to have a visit with
Wyatt. Well sir, that was good enough for him!
Chapter
Three
“Wyatt,
I don’t think this is a good idea.” He had talked her into going to counselling.
She had been adamant that she wasn’t going to see any ‘university shrink’, but
her mother had talked her into it. She said, “Bonnie Jean, if you wants to save
yer marriage, you’d best go and see what they got to say.
“Now
Bonnie honey, everything will be just fine. You always worry so much.” Wyatt
was excited; he had taken Bonnie out for supper and they had even shared a
bottle of wine. She seemed a little tipsy, he hoped it might make her a little
more receptive.
They
pulled into the parking lot of the fancy hotel and went inside. They were
directed to a conference room at the back of the building. They entered the
large room and a lady in a fancy business suit came over and introduced
herself. “Wyatt? Bonnie? I’m Dr. Vulvay.”
Wyatt
was speechless; she was gorgeous; like out of a movie. She had a dark blue,
tight skirt on, a tight white blouse and short business jacket on over top; but
the jacket did nothing to hide her huge boobs. She had her black hair pulled
back in a bun and dark rimmed glasses framed her pretty eyes; her high heels
tightened her calves for the finishing touch.
Dr.
Vulvay led them over to a table and chairs in the middle of the room and
introduced them to Geoff, her assistant; a tall man with a thick red beard. The
room was sparsely decorated except for the table and chairs. There was a small
table with some bottles and glasses and a door on the opposite wall and a large
mirror; it had to be four feet by six feet long.
She
got them a drink and began to talk to them about the benefits of counselling
and why it was so important. Bonnie took a sip of her drink and it struck her
as familiar, she couldn’t place the taste, but she was sure she had had this
drink before. She took another drink finding it yummy. Wyatt recognized it
instantly, it was a DruKul Draught. The very same drink they had served at the
Drakule Club and it was delicious, just like he remembered it.
Dr.
Vulvay talked and talked while Geoff kept their glasses filled. It wasn’t long
before Bonnie was having trouble focusing. Strangely though, Wyatt actually
felt more sober than when he had arrived. Could his DraKule Draught be
non-alcoholic? It was obvious that Bonnie’s wasn’t. He smiled, seeing her drunken
grin and watching her eyes trying to focus while Dr. Vulvay spoke.
Dr.
Vulvay looked directly at Bonnie, “Now Bonnie, I understand you are somewhat
conservative in the bedroom.”
Bonnie’s
grin droped just a bit “Con-conservatif? What does the bedroom have to do with
it?”
“Well,
sometimes the wife in a relationship is shy or reserved,” she explained. “It’s
quite common, unfortunately, that shyness is perceived as conservative or even
non-interest; which typically leads to marriage breakdown.”
Now
she had Bonnie’s attention. Bonnie’s eyes welled with tears “..but, I-I don’t
want to l-lose my marriage.”
Dr.
Vulvay spoke up quickly, “Of course you don’t. That’s why I’m here to help.”
Geoff filled up Bonnie’s glass again while the doctor spoke. Bonnie took a
quick, large gulp from the glass. “Part of the challenge Bonnie is breaking
down the inhibitions that are causing the shyness. Are you willing to
participate in some exercises that will help?”
Bonnie
leaned forward and nodded, eager to fix her problem. Dr. Vulvay stood up and
came around the table to stand next to her. “Here, stand up, that’s it; Geoff,
the table.” With that, she backed Bonnie away from the table and Geoff stepped
right up, picked up the table and moved it over against the wall. Wyatt didn’t
know what to do, so he moved the chairs back.
He
turned to find Geoff as the lights dimmed until a single light glowed directly
above them. Dr. Vulvay took her necklace off, a small crystal pendant at the
end twinkled as it moved from the light of the lone light.
“Okay,
Bonnie. What I’m about to do is called Suggestion. It is a psychological
process. It is not hypnotism,” Bonnie physically stiffened at the word, but the
doctor was emphatic “It is not
hypnotism! It is merely me talking to you, making suggestions. You can trust
me.” Bonnie seemed to visibly relax.
She
held the crystal up in front of Bonnie, twisting the fine silver chain, making
the crystal spin, the multi-faceted reflections from the single light dance.
She looked at the doctor and then back at the crystal as the doctor began to
speak, softly, slowly.
“Bonnie…just
watch the crystal. See the tiny points of light, watch them flicker and move.”
In her inebriated state, she fell quickly into a light trance, caught up by the
dancing lights. “They’re very pretty lights. Pretty like you. Bonnie, you are
very pretty. You realize now how pretty you are. You realize now, how you have
been denying it for so long. You are ready to enjoy life as a wife, a partner
to your husband. You’re ready to explore your own sexuality. You’re ready to
try new things; to enjoy life to the fullest. It’s your turn.
Bonnie’s
eyes never left the spinning crystal as the doctor spoke; her head nodding with
each statement. After a few minutes of quiet talk, the doctor finally set the
crystal aside. Bonnie’s head fell forward and she slumped a bit, Wyatt catching
her and holding her close. Then she stood up, shaking her head a bit and looked
around at the doctor and Wyatt.
The
doctor motioned to Geoff, who stepped forward and handed her a small bag. “Okay
Bonnie, I want you to pop into the bathroom and put this on. Then come back out
and re-join us.” She handed Bonnie the bag and Geoff led her to a side door and
a little bathroom.
Wyatt
sat in one of the chairs and waited. This psychological stuff sure was weird.
Geoff set up a small table; it looked like a massage table, about waist height
with a padded top. All their heads turned as the bathroom door opened.
Bonnie
came walking out and did her tipsy walk over to the doctor. She never noticed
Wyatt sitting there, his eye’s registering his shock. Bonnie had on a yellow
string bikini. The only time he had seen her with such little clothing on had
been on their wedding night. To this day, she still wore some clothing even
when they had sex. Bonnie’s full breasts swayed back and forth as she walked;
her nipples barely contained under the little yellow triangles of the bikini.
His cock responded to the sight of her full hips framed by the yellow strings and
the tiny yellow triangle that made up the bikini bottom. He could imagine the
string up the crack of her bum.
Wyatt
looked back to the doctor, what did she have planned?
Chapter
Four
“Okay
Bonnie, how do you feel?”
Bonnie
looked over at Wyatt then crossed her arms over her chest, “I don’t know. I
know I shouldn’t be doing this; wearing clothes like this. But…but, at the same
time, it feels…feels kinda good.”
The
doctor smiled and motioned to Geoff. He stepped up with a camera and snapped
off a few pictures. Bonnie piped right up “What’s he doing? Is he taking
pictures of me? Stop, please!”
“Bonnie,
you have nothing to be worried about.” Geoff was still taking pictures as
Bonnie tried unsuccessfully to cover her parts. “You should be proud of your body.”
She looked to Wyatt who was sitting wide-eyed watching the show. “Wyatt come
here please.” Wyatt jumped up and stood next to Bonnie, stealing glances at his
wife’s hard nipples.
The
doctor directed him “Do you like Bonnie’s tits Wyatt?” Wyatt looked at the
doctor, what did she just ask him? “Wyatt, why don’t you feel her boob.”
Bonnie
looked at Wyatt quickly, as his hand moved, her own arms came up quickly
“Umm...I don’t think…” She looked at the doctor and stole a glance at Geoff,
“It’s just..not in front of you guys…I don’t think.” She looked down, upset.
The
doctor soothed her “Shhhhh, it’s okay. The problem is you feel like everybody
is looking at you.” Bonnie nodded as she spoke. “It’s okay, I have something
for that.” The doctor motioned to Geoff, who stepped forward and handed her a
black item.
The
doctor held it up and showed Bonnie. It was a soft, black balaclava hood, it
had an opening for her mouth and nose, but not for her eyes. “This will give
you the freedom to explore your own sexuality, free from prying eyes.” Bonnie
looked doubtful, but she let the doctor slip it over her head. It was a tight
fit, coming down under her chin, her nose and mouth exposed, but her eyes
covered. She moved behind Bonnie and pulled the strings tight at the back of
the hood and tied them in a bow.
“Okay
Bonnie. Let’s try again.” Geoff was moving around getting pictures of Bonnie.
She just stood there as his camera explored her body; moving in close to frame
Bonnie’s boobs in a close-up shot; down low behind her to get pictures of her
ass.
Dr.
Vulvay motioned to Wyatt. “Okay Bonnie, we’re going to try again; are you
okay?”
Bonnie’s
head turned at the sound of the doctor’s voice, “Y-yes, I’m okay. Wyatt?”
Wyatt
stepped forward as the doctor instructed him to feel her boob. He reached up
and cupped her large breast; looking at Bonnie for her reaction. She startled
at his touch, but didn’t stop him. Wyatt grinned and began to grope her boob,
his other hand coming up and cupping the other tit. Geoff had moved in close
with his camera to get a close-up.
“Good job Wyatt.” The doctor had walked over
and was standing next to him. She spoke to Bonnie, “Very good Bonnie, now we’re
going to try something different. Let’s move over to this table.” She guided
her over to the massage table and helped her to sit down. “Okay, now to help
you overcome your shyness, you need to be comfortable with your own body. Geoff
is going to direct you through some movements; just listen to his voice and
follow his instruction.”
Bonnie
nodded her head slightly as the doctor pulled Wyatt back from the table and
Geoff stepped up.
Chapter
Five
“Okay
Bonnie, can you lean back on your arms please.” Geoff had a deep, smooth voice,
like dark velvet. Did Bonnie smile upon hearing it? She leaned back, her arms
extended as Geoff took pictures.
“Very
nice; okay, can you reach up now? Reach way up and try to touch the ceiling.”
She had extended her arms way up, her back arching as she tried to reach the
ceiling. Of course, Geoff got great photos of her breasts pushed out, her erect
nipples trying to push through the thin material of her bikini.
Wyatt
was mesmerised. He had been a little upset with what had happened at the
Drakule Club, but this was actually turning him on; watching his scantily clad
wife taking direction from another man. He was so caught up with Bonnie, he
didn’t notice Dr. Vulvay reach around and grab his crotch. He turned quickly,
startled to look directly into the doctor’s eyes, her glasses removed.
The
doctor spoke low, “I’m Deidre.” The surprise was evident on Wyatt’s face as she
led him to the back of the room and through the door into a smaller room. She
sat him on the couch and his eyes grew big. On the wall in front of him was a
two-way mirror looking out into the big room. He could see Bonnie moving
through more poses on the table.
“Impressive,
isn’t it?” He looked at the doctor; her hair was down out of its bun and she
had taken off her jacket; her own huge boobs straining under the white blouse.
As she spoke she removed her skirt, “We can see out, but nobody can see in.”
She had on a black garter and dark stockings; her thong snow white in contrast.
She started to un-button her shirt “We have total privacy back here. John
instructed me to treat you right. Is that okay?”
All
Wyatt could do was grin and nod dumbly as she set her blouse on a side table.
Her white bra was fighting to contain her breasts as she turned and sat on his
lap, her legs spread open on either side of his legs. She leaned back, her head
on his shoulder affording him a priceless view down the front of her chest. His
heart stopped as she grasped his wrist and pulled his arm over, placing his
hand on her pussy. She broke his trance, “Bonnie is doing well.”
Damn!
His pulse racing, he had forgotten all about his wife in the next room. He
looked out the mirror to see her on her hands and knees on the table. He could
hear the low tone of Geoff’s voice as he talked to her, but couldn’t make out
what he was saying. As Geoff spoke, he moved around the room; he had set up
four professional movie cameras on tripods and was adjusting them.
He
said something else and Bonnie had gotten up on her knees her hands clasped
behind her back, her chest pushed out. As she had moved into position, Geoff
had moved to the outer door, opened it slowly and four men had walked in,
moving silently around the table, facing Bonnie. As one, they slowly removed
their clothing.
“Now
it will get interesting.” The doctor purred. She pulled off her thong, Wyatt’s
fingers now free to explore.
Wyatt
was wide-eyed. It was about to get very interesting for Bonnie. His own cock
was hard as stone, his fingers probing Deidre’s pussy. This whole scene was too
much for him!
“Okay
Bonnie, we’re going to move to the next level.” She had fallen for his voice,
it was like liquid honey. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe the suggestion from
Dr. Vulvay, but she was having fun. She giggled as she moved through all the
different poses, even her coochie was getting a little gushy. The idea of
moving around all naughty like this in front of the doctor and Geoff with her
husband standing right there was very enticing. Her Momma had never told her
about anything like this.
“Bonnie,
please stay on your knees and hold your arms way up high. Wyatt, can you remove
her bikini top.” One of the men stepped forward to comply.
She
started, but didn’t move this time as Wyatt took her bikini top off. He had
always said she had nice boobies. OH! He was sucking on her nipple. That
bugger! She grinned, he knew he wasn’t supposed to do that, excepting only when
they were making love.
Geoff
spoke again “Now Bonnie, please come forward onto your hands and knees.” She
actually laughed a bit and pushed Wyatt away and then came down onto her hands.
She could feel her boobs hanging down, her nipples almost brushing the table. “Wyatt!”
He was playing with the same nipple he had been sucking on, his fingers gently
pinching and twisting her red bud of a nipple, making it erect.
“Wyatt,
please remove Bonnie’s bottoms now.” Bonnie gasped, her ultra conservative
reflexes kicking it, but she didn’t move as her husband untied each side of her
bikini bottoms and pulled them away. Chills went through Bonnie’s body as she
realized she was now fully nude in front of the doctor and Geoff. Suddenly she
had the strongest urge to reach down between her legs.
Wyatt
couldn’t believe what he was watching. That big black man had just taken her
bikini off, just like that and she had let him! The doctor had removed her bra
and was kneeling on the floor sucking on Wyatt’s dick. He could not think of
anything hotter than watching his wife being worked over by other men and
getting his dick sucked.
He
watched as the black man reached underneath and was twiddling her nipple.
Usually she didn’t let Wyatt do that, except when they were screwing. What was
he doing now? He had moved around in front of her. She was still on her hands
and knees and he was rubbing his semi-erect cock over her mouth. She wouldn’t!
Would she?
Wyatt
watched as Bonnie swung her head back and forth, almost like she was trying to
get away from the cock. “Nope, she’s not going to.” The doctor lifted her head
to watch too. The black man stopped, but kept his dick against her face. Bonnie
stopped moving too, his long black cock now resting against her lips. Then
Bonnie put her head back a bit and her lips slowly started to part.
Deidre
sat up a little taller as Wyatt gaped, open-mouthed, “Yes, I think she’s going
to.” Bonnie’s mouth was opened wide, the black cock sideways across her
face. Wyatt watched
“Very
good Bonnie,” Geoff’s voice, warm as honey, sounded distant. She couldn’t
believe she was actually doing this; this naughty thing. Wyatt had wanted this
for so long, he was finally getting it. She was surprised though at how long it
felt. She wasn’t too fond of him holding her head; he kept pushing it in so
far. She had to admit, it was different feeling the ridges with her tongue, the
outline of his head. GAG! Oh, he did it again. If he didn’t push it in so far,
he just might get another one; but not at this rate.
She
found by sticking her tongue out of her mouth and curling it around the bottom
of his wiener and opening her mouth wider it didn’t gag her as much. She
couldn’t help but thinking though, this all felt strangely familiar. Each time
it bumped against the back of her throat she had deja-vu. That couldn’t be though;
this was the first time she had ever had a wiener in her mouth. “Okay Wyatt,
step back please.” Geoff was on her right now, he was always moving it seemed.
Geoff
took a few more pictures and then motioned to the guy at the back to come
forward. “Okay Bonnie, I’m really impressed with how you are doing. Are you
ready for the next phase?” The white guy behind her was probably mid-twenties
and it looked like he worked out. He was standing directly behind Bonnie,
stroking his long cock, staring at her ass.
Bonnie
said she was fine. She was almost sad though; she actually missed Wyatt’s
wiener. She didn’t realize how sexual all of this was! Her momma had been so
wrong! She felt Wyatt’s hands on her hips and she started. She had missed what
Geoff had said, but she soon guessed! Wyatt was running his cock up and down
her coochie.
Oh
Gawd, the emotions running through her right now. The daughter her momma had
raised up was screaming this was wrong, wrong, wrong; but the woman in her won.
She moaned as his cock head ran over her button, sending erotic shocks through
her body. She leaned forward even more, going down on her elbows and her back
arching even farther, offering Wyatt better access. A weird feeling was running
through her body, it was like she was going to explode each time her button was
touched.
Finally,
she felt Wyatt’s cock slip inside, easily entering her gushy coochie. He
grabbed her hips and started an easy steady rhythm; his cock pushing all the
way in and then pulling out and then back in again. It was driving her mad! Each
time he pushed in, the ridges on his cock hammered against her button. Her body
was tingling and starting to vibrate. She didn’t know what was happening, but
she didn’t care. Her moaning was getting louder; it felt like it would never
end. Then he reached forward with one hand and pinched her nipple and her body
started to convulse. She was yelling now, pumping her hips back and forth as
fast as she could; she wanted more, more, more!
Wyatt
and the doctor hadn’t moved. “My Gawd, I think she just came. That looked so
intense.” Deidre sounded astounded. Her own juices flowing now, she turned back
to Wyatt’s cock. She swallowed his length down to the base, while one hand found
her own clitoris.
Wyatt
would not have believed it if he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes. She had ridden
that muscle guy like one of the wild steers back home! He watched as she lay
slumped on the table. The muscle guy, his erect cock slick with Bonnie’s
juices, was lifting her arm. He could see Geoff was talking to her and she
rolled over onto her back. The muscle guy had grabbed both of her ankles and
lifted her legs as Geoff moved a bar on the table and one half dropped away
allowing the muscle guy to move forward, his cock slipping easily into her
pussy. Damn it was hot! Wyatt’s own balls starting to ache for release watching
it all take place. Of course, Deidre deep throating him was helping.
Bonnie
was exhausted. She was sure she had just had an orgasm. If it was, she
definitely wanted to have more. Geoff had talked to Wyatt, but it was lost on
Bonnie, not registering in her drunken state. She felt her legs lift and next
thing Wyatt was inside her again, pumping his wiener in and out of the coochie.
It felt so good, she was so happy. This counselling was a good idea.
Geoff
had just said something. He repeated himself, “Stick your hand out Bonnie and
hold this, okay?” She slowly extended her arm and she felt Geoff take her wrist
and guide it out until he wrapped her hand around something long. In her tired
state, she couldn’t tell, something wasn’t right. It felt like a wiener. She
didn’t have time to think though, Geoff was around the other side asking her to
stick out her other arm; he wrapped her other hand around another long thing.
Bonnie wasn’t sure, but it felt like she had a wiener in each hand.
She
didn’t have time to think about it though, because Geoff was at her head now.
He was telling her how good she was doing and that it was time for the final
phase. She heard and felt a click and the section of the table that was
supporting her head, angled down, dropping her head a bit. She was anxious, but
intrigued, what was this final phase?
Deidre
was on all fours on the floor with Wyatt behind her, pounding his cock in and
out of her pussy, but his eyes were locked on his wife. Muscle guy had her legs
up and pushed back until her knees almost touched her shoulders, his long cock
pumping in and out of her pussy. She had her arms extended with a guy on each
side. The guys had wrapped her hands around their cocks and then wrapped their
hands over hers and were making her jack them off. What Wyatt could not tear
his eyes away from though was the big black guy that had stepped forward and
just poked his long cock into her open mouth. Suddenly, everybody was moving
and Bonnie was the centerpiece.
What
was happening? If Wyatt was screwing her pussy, then whose wieners was she
holding? Whoever it was, they were making her rub them up and down. The big
surprise though was the wiener in her mouth! Where did these all come from? She
jumped, startled from her thoughts by somebody rubbing her button. Oh, the
feelings were starting again. It was all too much; she couldn’t think straight!
Wyatt
watched as the four men were screwing his wife, their greedy hands all over
her; one guy had his hand between her legs rubbing her clit while the other guy
screwed her. Another guy was tweaking
her nipples as the black guy fucked her face.
He
couldn’t believe she was taking all that cock into her mouth. There was still a
few inches left as he reached the back of her throat, but Wyatt was still
impressed. He watched as the black guy pushed his cock into her mouth, but
didn’t pull it out. He could see the guy had a tight grip on her head and
Bonnie started to squirm as he pushed his hips forward slowly. Then, just like
that, it was gone. She had all of it in her throat, his balls lying across her
nose and in her eyes. He pulled it back out slowly, just a bit and then back,
all the way in again. He kept it up and soon it was popping in and out of her
throat easily.
It
was too much for Wyatt; he started to groan and Deidre popped off his cock and
spun around. Her own warm mouth engulfing his cock and her hands working his
shaft and balls just as it exploded. His body filled with the electricity of
his climax, he still couldn’t take his eyes off his wife.
Bonnie’s
hips were rocking, pressing for more from muscle guy. Wyatt saw black guy’s head
go back and knew that Bonnie’s throat was being filled. Bonnie’s body began to
vibrate with her own orgasm, her hands jacking the cocks on each side until
streams of white shot across her tits from either side. Too much for muscle
guy, his face screwed up into a grimace as he pounded Bonnie’s pussy hard, his
own cream ran out the sides and down onto the table. The scene was surreal with
no sound; Wyatt was left to imagine what Bonnie was going through. The heat of
the moment gone, he collapsed on the couch, his own body spent, the evidence
running out of Deidre’s mouth.
Chapter
Six
Deidre
and Wyatt got cleaned up quickly and returned to the big room as Geoff was
escorting the men out. Deidre, transformed back into Dr. Vulvay escorted Bonnie
into the bathroom to get cleaned up. Wyatt and Geoff set the room back up again
with the table and chairs.
When
Bonnie finally came out, Dr. Vulvay, Geoff and Wyatt were sitting at the table.
She sat down next to Wyatt, taking his hand in both of hers and with a little
grin, kissed him on the cheek. Dr. Vulvay cleared her throat.
“Well
Boinnie,” she asked, “What did you think?” All eyes were on Bonnie.
She
looked around the table, “Well, it was okay.” She stole a side glance at Wyatt.
“I felt really comfortable for a change.”
“Did
the hood help?” Dr. Vulvay interjected.
Bonnie
looked down at her hands and then nodded. She looked up, “It did actually. I
felt…free; I felt a freedom that I’ve never felt before.” She thought about all
the wieners and then slapped Wyatt’s arm. “There was some monkey business going
on, but…I think it helped. I think it helped a lot.” Her thoughts turned to her
momma; there’s no way she would have approved of any of it. She looked up, “So,
another appointment next week?”
