Page 23 of Going Deep
The image made Ginger’s lips twitch. “Are you going to sing Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo?”
Lola snorted. “No, but if Prince Charming doesn’t treat you right, I’ll stomp his dick into paste.”
“Less Disney, more Brothers Grimm,” Ginger mused while Anna winced. “I like it.”
“Good.” Lola handed Anna a plate, grabbed her own, and scooped up her coffee. “Let’s eat.”
Twenty minutes later, Ginger lay back on her living room floor with a groan. “I shouldn’t have had that second sausage biscuit.”
“I shouldn’t have had that third hash brown,” Anna replied.
“I shouldn’t have had two coffees. I have to pee,” Lola said and hauled herself off the couch. “Be right back.”
“How are you feeling?” Anna asked as Lola hurried down the hall.
“My stomach is going to explode,” Ginger complained.
“I meant, how are you feeling about playing with Michael tonight?”
“Oh. That.” Ginger tried rolling to her side, but it didn’t make her feel any better, so she flopped to her back again. “Fine, I guess. A little anxious.”
“About what you’re going to do?”
It was hard to have a conversation while staring at the ceiling, so she wiggled around until she was sitting with her back against the sofa. “He didn’t tell me what he’s planning.”
“They never do unless they want to make you more nervous,” Anna said. “It’s a Dom thing.”
“Good to know. Anyway, I’m used to it.”
“Dom things?”
Ginger laughed. “No, being anxious. I have generalized anxiety disorder.”
Lola trotted back into the room and sprawled back onto the sofa. “What’d I miss?”
“Ginger has an anxiety disorder,” Anna told her and looked back at Ginger. “Is it a big deal?”
Ginger shrugged. It certainly could be—and at points in her life, had been—but she didn’t really want to get into all of that. “I manage it well with medication, and I have good coping strategies.”
“Do you have a therapist?”
“Back in Ohio,” Ginger told Anna. “I don’t see her regularly at this point, just if something comes up.”
“Is she kink-friendly?”
“I have no idea,” Ginger said with a laugh. “Why? Do you think I should talk to her about this?”
Anna shrugged. “Up to you. It’s not for everyone, but I find it helpful.”
Ginger eyed her curiously. “You have a therapist?”
“I started seeing someone when I started my own business. Just to help handle the stress, you know?”
Ginger nodded. “Sure.”
“Grant and I had started seeing each other around the same time, so I had that going on, too. It helped—helps,” Anna amended. “When I’m feeling overwhelmed, or just need a neutral third party to talk to.”
“Yeah, I always liked that part,” Ginger agreed.
