Chapter Twelve
Session Two
“…Mr. Darcy insisted that I come see him after my first session with Greystoke, then after every session that followed. Debriefing, he called it. I’d told him on the phone that there was nothing to tell him… no pertinent tidbits. I had no liberty when I was suspended, there were no conversations to overhear. But of course I went to Mr. Darcy’s office as he ordered. Like maybe my brain was still hardwired to respond to his demands. I silently, fumed when he ordered me to remove my clothes.
“‘I put you in the man’s hands, ,’ he explained ‘which makes me responsible. I need to inspect your wounds.’
“So, I removed my clothes and stood naked for him, while he inspected my body with a cold stare. He grilled me about the session with Greystoke. What kinds of thing
