Becky Visits!
Emotionally drained, I return to my office having twice related the events... and my thoughts and feelings... of the latest Wednesday therapy session... once to Ms. Jenkins... again to Miss Carson.
As I sit, ironically smiling to myself in not feeling the normal anguish of a Thursday in the office, I am astonished when the pulchritudinous Becky steps into my office. I have not seen her, avoiding her for many weeks. She is divine. And her visit is a first.
“So... I had to track you down... so angry with me. But at least you can sit more comfortably.”
“How do you...”
“We have access... to the videos. No caning this week. And I know you had a talk last Saturday with Miss Carson. She did explain to you.”
‘We?’ I cannot help asking myself.
Becky seats herself before my desk
