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It was after eight, and Catherine was exhausted. She had spent the afternoon at her office, seeing private patients. She loved her work, but there were times when it took all of her effort to stay connected and focused during a session. She was a good therapist, and she was almost always present for her clients. On days like today, she was glad to see the last client leave.
As she pushed the stack of patient files into her brief case, the phone rang. She stared at it, wishing she could ignore it. Her receptionist had left. The switchboard would pick it up in a few more rings. Then it occurred to Catherine that it might be Rebecca, and she snatched the phone up.
"Hello," she said, a hopeful anticipation in her voice.
"Dr. Rawlings?" a soft male voice inquired.
"Yes," Catherine replied, trying to keep the disappointment from her voice.
"Is she feeling better now?" the voice continued.
Catherine frowned, annoyed and confused. "I’m sorry -- who is this? I don’t know to whom you’re referring."
"You know her, Dr. Rawlings," he said in a husky tone. "The girl who saw me in the park. The one who watched me fucking that other one."
Catherine took a slow deep breath and kept her voice steady, despite the sudden racing of her heart.
"I’m glad you called," Catherine said. "What shall I call you?"
There was a soft chuckle through the line. "You know I cant tell you that. They’re looking for me, you know. But they’re too stupid to find me."
"Why is that?"
"They have no imagination." Another soft laugh. "Do you, Dr. Rawlings?"
"I think so," she answered.
"Can you imagine lying on the ground, your face in the grass, with a big hard cock up your ass?"
He might have been asking her if she would like to take a stroll in the park. His tone was casual, almost distant.
"Is that what you’re imagining right now?" she asked him.
"I wont tell you that, Doctor," he responded, an edge in his voice for the first time. "I cant tell anybody -- but you’ll see, wont you? The next time I do it, you’ll see."
"What are you going to do?" Catherine questioned.
The click of the line being disconnected was the only response.
"Damn," Catherine muttered as she sagged against her desk. She started to tremble slightly and realized how shaken she was by the call. Part of her professional mind was fascinated, but, personally, she was repulsed by the soft, cool voice which reached out to her like an unwanted caress. There was only one voice she wanted to hear right now.
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