Chapter 72: Chapter 72
Chapter 72 Horny
“Only a few or better put just a handful of lovers are happy,” the chubby blue-eyed, charming relationship counselor in her sonorous voice spoke to Kate, rolling her eyeballs across Kate and Mrs. Coleman at interval and taking the seat across the table. She was in her forties, and an avid relationship expert who devoted her time to issues of the heart. “I am Tessy but you can call me the love doctor,” she said with smiles held.
Kate and Mrs. Coleman exchanged an endearing stare before they focused on the woman.
“I am not telling you this to scare you. But this is what the world believes, and so practice. Love is an over stressed, aged cliché,” she clicked her fingers to Kate’s the moment she read the looks on her face, the dropping of her jaw and the scarce , watery eyes that pulled back. “Darling,” she called Kate, who was fighting off the upsurge of hurt and lovelorn dazing her head.
Earlier, when Mrs. Coleman broke words of taking her to a relationship counselor she had foreseen an atmosphere of pain and guilt that would confront her and she had assured within herself not to let a tear of hers drop to the ground. She was less in the mood to listen to sermon and as the days went by she hoped to keep Tony a million yards away. Mrs. Coleman on a daily squeezed her fingers and blessed her essence with encouraging words that she had never heard from even her person.
“I learnt your boyfriend is a bad boy,” the counselor spoke but this time it hit Kate like gun shells from a billion shooters.
Mrs. Coleman added, “His mocker name is Tony.”
Kate stared at Mrs. Coleman and then the woman and she snorted at the thought of a bad boy’ being part of her credential in the world of love and affection. The bad boy’s girlfriend- would that be what every person would refer her now? Regrettably not even the one that stood the test of time.
“Bad boys can be good lovers. Don’t quote me wrong,” the counselor uttered, her lashes blinking at Kate and keeping to her gaze. “That they are bad doesn’t make them horrible lovers. But you know love is a journey of the heart. Some bad boys don’t create the boundary. They feature their offensive lifestyle in their affair. Accept my apologies for ill fated love but I am assuring you your wounds will heal and be green again.”
At that moment Kate started fondling the hem of her dress; wondering if the counselor was giving credit to bad boys.
“My husband is a bad boy too.”
Oh now I know I see the reason you support them; Kate thought.
“But I don’t see that in our affection. He doesn’t have sex with me and then post my nude,”
Once Kate heard that she raised her head and shot a thunderous gaze vat the woman.
Sorry I don’t’ mean to sound offensive,” the woman was apologetic enough with her brightened face, before she added, “I assure you, you are going to find love again.”
Kate shook her heard abruptly, “No, no,” she protested, “I don’t need love any more. Love sucks as long as I am alive. I have nothing to do with love anymore.” Her sobbing was beginning to build up as she sniffed repeatedly and wiped a tear that leaked by the corner of her eyes.
Mrs. Coleman patted her back, “Perk up, sweetheart.”
The counselor held out a wipe to her for her tears. “Trust me I know how you feel. But I want to let you know that you are a pretty charming pearl that will always pull all the men. They are going to come even after now. The moment you pass through that door , you are going to see a handful of them that will approach you. What you do with and how you manage them are the things I am going to teach you , Ok. I am hosting a session every week for the broken hearted lovers. When you come you will see other heartbroken patients like you, men, women, teens, from all walks of life.”
Kate had a deep breath and her nerves calmed as hot flaming ember that got quenched by the rain. Finally she wasn’t the only victim of ill love. She would be delighted to meet others; to look in their faces as they look in hers. She couldn’t wait to be sympathized by the pitiable thoughts of other victims of love; their stories and their plans for the future that loomed on.
“Every week I will be hosting three sessions of love clinic I would fain want you to make yourself available as we ply this journey to happiness,” the counselor said dragging up a contagious smile.
“You don’t need to stress. She will be there,” said Mrs. Coleman stamped her assurance with a stolen glance at Kate who shook her head and tilted her faced down.
“Ok, ladies,” the counselor mumbled and stood to her feet, pulled out her hand for a warm handshake, and they clicked hands.
“See you in the love clinic sessions, Kate.” She added.
Kate’s face grinned briefly and it was evidence of her willingness to be in the love clinic.
At night she paced up and down confusedly about going to bed and staying up all night thinking about her shortcoming. More painfully her phone had been buzzing of messages form enraged followers on her social media page. She summoned up the courage to log in and give them the gross reply that had been on her mind:
“You all can go to hell I will be fine.”
The reply said. When she peered to her phone she noticed Brian took sides with her even it was Brian who testified rightly about her to the angry followers who cursed her greatly. Tony had unfollowed her, even be she unfollowed him. Her brain needed some privacy and cool-off and she turned off her phone, went in the shower for a warm bath and then lay in the bed all lonely and nude. She located Brian’s picture frame on the shelf and it came in her hand. She smiled after stroking it and chuckling at his lighted, smiling face that paused with white, glistening teeth. A thought struck in her head to go for his album which was somewhere in the shelf. When she found the album, she found herself giggling all through the pages of the album with Brian’s picture. In few minutes she was done and started yet afresh, this time lustfully and pleasurably.
The chilly wind of winter escaped into the window and swept across her skin, which suffered from prompt cold that froze her spine. She felt her nipples stiffen and when she rubbed on it, the thickness was as hard as a groundnut seed; thought of the lonely nights ahead troubled her greatly. She lay back in bed, rolled from edges to edges, cuddled the teddy bears and pillow yet she was being terrorized b y the urge of this strange tingle in her; she shut her eyes as she drifted her hand to her well shaven vagina only to see it was wet already for penetration. She snorted, sat up and dragged herself into the shower for a second bath; such would be her predicament in the days to come and she expected it. Sex was her weak point and devourer and she was out to fight it off else it would come to her ruin- because even the stones on earth could attest that never again would she return to Tony to satisfy her sexual urge.
When she returned to the bed, heavy sleep weighed down on her eyes, at least she could sleep now, off from horny, off from being sexually dominated by Tony.