From Russia, With Love...Part 3
Dr. Woodrow Scolds Vladimir
It was Thursday again, and Vladimir found himself in therapy.
“How was your date?”
“Like magic. I take her out…we got along well…then I take her to a field. She let me kiss her…then…I know you maybe get mad but…we spent the night together. We didn’t even touch each other sexually though. We just lay together.”
“You know you aren’t supposed to do things like that, Vladimir.”
“It just happened. We were both so happy to be together.”
“I know you were, but I am just worried that the more you are exposed to her before I am sure you are ready for that the more likely it is that that beast inside you will be awakened. I’m not sure how many times you will be able to lay in bed with her without touching her before you start to become an animal again. I’d watch out if I were you and use your better judgment.”
“I would be dishonest man if I said that I lay next to her and didn’t want to feel her body,” he admitted, “I kept wishing I could move my hand down to her ass and squeeze it or roll on top of her and start to make love to her. But I didn’t do it. I could feel her pussy in my mouth when I just start to think it. But I don’t do nothing. Maybe I make progress. Cos before I would have just done it and force her to be with me. But now I don’t.” She looked down her glasses at him.
“How long do you think you can keep it up before you actually do force her?”
“I don’t want to force her anymore. I want her to want to be with me. It don’t feel good if she don’t want me.”
“If you feel the need to force her at any time…ask her to leave. But I will be honest when I tell you that I am not entirely comfortable with the idea of you two spending the night together while you are not living together.”
He left that day feeling a little pissed off that she had confronted him about that.