You had Becky on the verge of orgasm with whatever you were doing before, but when you noticed her getting close, you changed it. You moved away from the thing that brought her to the edge of orgasm in the first place. There's a few issues with what you told me, but the first thing is that you changed what was already working. This is the perfect place to insert the saying of if it ain't broke, don't fix it.
“So, that’s your first step, Sean,” I say as I lean forward and smile at my newest patient. “In our next session, we’re going to explore the clues that led you to believe Becky was about to orgasm, but for now, you need to know that if you've successfully managed to push her all the way to the edge of the cliff, you don't need to switch gears and start hammering her in the head to force her to go over. You simply need to keep pushing.”
I observe Sean closely here, keeping my eyes locked onto his face but checking his body language as well. I watch as the realization of what I said washes over him like a hot shower. He sees how I made the connection, and is probably asking himself how he didn't realize it himself. He has nothing to be ashamed of, though. Sometimes we just need a little nudge in the right direction, and that nudge sets off a brilliant set of fireworks that lights up the entire sky in our minds.
Sean has a long way to go, but his first step in the right direction is a good one.
6
~ Malcolm ~
My session with Sean was a good one. In this profession, I've found that there are a multitude of patients who have a wide range of emotions and reactions to therapy. Some people are more open and willing to accept what I’m telling them. Those people apply what they’ve been exploring in our time together, and nine times out of ten, things work out for them. I’m not saying I get it right absolutely every time without fail, but in most cases, when the client listens to me, things pick up for them if not come together completely.
Some clients, however, are closed-minded from the outset of therapy. They come into the situation hoping the therapy fails, because that would somehow prove to them that they never needed therapy to begin with. I can spot those people ten minutes into the first session, but it’s my job to try to beat the odds that a patient may have in their heads. I try to overcome whatever obstacles may be in the way. I’m a competitive man by nature, so if I know I’m being doubted, I just want to turn up the heat and try harder—figure out a way to get what I want. Thankfully, I won't have to worry about that with Sean.
My drive home is a quiet one. Dover is a small city, but the green farmland and trees are always on display here. The wind is always an easy breeze that slips through the windows of my black BMW as I drive up North Dupont after leaving the office. I hit the highway, heading south for ten minutes before exiting towards Magnolia, where my home is located. When I pull into the driveway, I’m a little irked by what I see. There's a red Nissan in my driveway already. Ava’s car.
When I left the house this morning, Ava was still in bed. I didn't mind leaving her there, because I knew the reason she was worn out was because of the sex we had before I headed to the office. I liked the idea of her being too exhausted to climb out of bed and step back into the black dress she’d worn before I ordered her to step out of it and kneel in front of my bed. I love that she has to take time to recover from how I fuck her. But, when I left, I expected her to be gone before I returned. Ava and I have been seeing each other for nearly two months, so we’ve spent an adequate amount of time together, and I couldn't possibly count how many times we've had sex, but we don't live together. There are rules to being with me, and Ava being here is breaking a big one.
When I turn the knob to enter my house, I don't see anything at