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LEE

“…Just let your mind relax, Mr. Larson. Tell me the first thing that comes to mind when you look at these…”

Dr. Schmidt, my court-appointed therapist, eyes me with a forced calmness as he starts to show me another series of ink blots. And just like the other ink blot tests, just like all the repetitive and trip-me-up questions, it’s no surprise I’m here. But it was show up to see the headshrinker or share a cell with some stranger until my next court hearing.

Stalking young women, as much as it’s become a bad habit of mine. Is still frowned upon by society. But how the hell else is a man supposed to know if a girl’s right for him, huh? He’s gotta take a look, doesn’t he?

“Butterfly…” I drone, passing my eyes over the image, which really only makes me think of one thing. Her young, virgin cunt about to be pressed over my mouth.

And if he calls me ‘Mr. Larson’ one more time…

“Good.” Dr. Schmidt clips, the strong German accent he’s spent decades wearing down coming through a little. “And this one?” He asks, slowly revealing the next image, printed onto thick cards about the size of a notebook page.

“…Mountains…” I observe with conviction. But it’s only the heaving breaths of her chest I can see, mountains of smooth flesh. That thick young rack of hers, pebbled nipples that my thumbs wanna flick as I fill her with what I know she really needs.

That’s what comes to mind when I see anything now after that night… it’s all just…Her.

The familiar flush of my arousal at the fresh thought of her distracts me instantly. I take a long and deep inhalation through my nose, which Schmidt here is quick to pick up on.

“You feeling okay?” The Doc asks knowingly. As if the prick’s already got me pegged for something I’m not. Okay, maybe I am… Maybe I am just some obsessive psycho who thinks he can claim any girl he wants. But it doesn’t change the facts.

The girl belongs tome! And she’s not just any girl. She’s not like the others. That's how I know.

She just doesn’t know about it yet.

It’ll be her first surprise. My first real gift for her…

I shoot him a micro smile. Crimping my mouth in mock cheerfulness, but my eyes are locked onto his, watching them widen a little with shock once he can see I’m not a man to be toyed with.

He clears his throat, shifting the cards nervously. “How about this one… Can you tell me what you see?” He asks, recovering himself.

I hear my tongue click when he shows me the next card. It’s one of the other girls. School or graduation photo by the looks. And not one I’ve seen of them before. By I expected as much today. Plus, she’s one of the others. Nothing likeher. Nothing like the girl I can’t get out of my mind. Come to think of it, the pictures he's showing me don't look anything like the other girls, but then again. There’s onlyonegirl I can even think of now, so…

“Girl,” I reply calmly, sounding almost bored because I am. The creak of my chair as I shift in it making my inquisitor jump a little. A man my size looking into your eyes with a thousand-mile stare, like he might leap out of his chair and grab you by the throat any second?

Not something Dr. Schmidt really wants but he’s fishing for it. Give him all he needs to tell the judge I’m unstable, that I shouldn’t be on the streets. I’ve got a whole month of these daily appointments as part of my bail conditions, so I can’t fuck it up the first time around. I’m no stranger to being locked up. Spent my whole childhood in juvie, then in and out of foster care. That’s a past I never want to re-live and until seeing her, I thought it was what drove me to become so successful.

He shifts the cards again.

“Butterfly- You showed me that one already,” I remind him impatiently, not hiding my disappointment at his game but he finds his poker face again. Going through maybe ten or fifteen cards before I grunt a sane and stable observation at each. Every third or fourth one has a different photo of one of the girls. Complainants in the case against me, Schmidt reminds me with conviction they’re and charges I can’t deny. But I never wanted to hurt any of them… I was just…looking. Window shopping, if you will.

Looking for-

“And this?” Schmidt asks suddenly, cocking a brow. Slipping the large card with the picture ofheron it for the whole world to see…

How dare you… How fucking dare you even have a picture of her let alone think you can just show it off!?

Outwardly, I groan softly. Unable to stop myself licking my lips before it’s clear I’m utterly obsessed with her. Seeing her, even just a picture…

My cock twitches in my pants and I know I’m about to blow more than just my reputation with the shrink. My hand even reaches for the photo, which Schmidt snaps back.

A wry little smile spreads across his thin lips. And I can already feel my fist balling up to wipe it off for him. He’s got what he wanted and I know I’ll never get to see her again. Not for a while at least. Schmidt here is the judge and jury before I even get to see a real judge. If he says I’m full fruit and nut, then I’m done. Finished.

I’d- I’d never see her again?

The thought makes me see spots before my eyes. A red filter bleeding through my view of the room.

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