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Mr Davis:

“You just got to help me, doc! Please!” begged the man sitting in the recliner in the “shrink’s” office. George Davis, forty-five year-old software executive was sitting in the recliner of Dr Jill Herndon’s family psychiatry office. George had been referred to Dr Jill, as she was known, by his wife. They had a sort of falling out of sorts since the summer.

Dr Jill Herndon was part owner of the family psychiatry firm of Jill Herndon, Julie Swan and Pamela Rossi. The female doctors helped families with marital conflicts, depression and anxiety, teen and pre-teen sexual behavioral problems, infertility, and LGBTQ issues.

“Calm down, Mr Davis,” cautioned the family psychiatrist, “just start from the beginning. When did you first suspect your wife...”

“Lillian,” interjected George.

“How old is your wife and son?”

“She’s thirty-four and damn good looking and Tommy, he’s fourteen.”

“When did you suspect things were happening between your son and his mother?”

George took a deep breath and began recounting the tale. Dr Jill typed everything he said on her tablet.

“Last summer,” stated George. “I think when our son, Tommy, finally started puberty. I first noticed the change in his voice and his body odor. Most boys now a days start puberty at eleven or twelve, but not Tommy.”

“Boys starting puberty late is normal Mr Davis, but, continue.”

“Lillian and Tommy went to visit her mother and sister, Tommy’s grandmother and aunt, in June for summer vacation.”

“You didn’t join them?”

“I couldn’t, work and all that. Things are just busy in the office these days. Long hours and sometimes working weekends.”

“Do you spend a lot of time with your wife and son when you’re not working?”

“Not really, I mean, work is central to my life, it puts bread on the table and roof over their head. Besides, with the younger generation of software engineers coming up, I have to keep up to date with everything.”

“Okay, when did they return?”

“They came home in mid-August about a week or so before school started.”

“So what was unusual about their return home?”

“Well, at first they held hands as we went out shopping. Didn’t think anything of it at first. Thought maybe Tommy was clingy or something. I would see them in the kitchen giggling like they had a private joke between them. I would come into the kitchen to see what was so funny and they would be quiet. It was weird but it was almost like...”

Jill lowered her head and looked at George, her eyes peeking out from above her glasses frames. “Go on, Mr Davis.”

George began again. “So now Tommy is getting the royal treatment everyday, even after school started. She’s there for him in the morning before school, makes his lunch, sees him off as he leaves for the bus. When I leave for work she doesn’t see me off at the door, no good-bye kiss, nothing. Even at the dinner table she sits closer to him than me.”

“But you said something was weird?”

George cleared his throat. “Well, several of times I went into work late and as I make my way out the door and Tommy is leaving for school, they kiss each other, like not on the cheek, but on the lips and not a like a peck on the lips, like a ten second kiss on the lips. It’s almost like they are boyfriend and girlfriend and that bothers me.”

“So you feel uncomfortable around the two of them?”

“No, well, yes, doc. I ain’t kidding. Watching them kind of freaks me out. They sit really close to each other on the couch as we’re watching TV, hell, she’s even taken and interest in his online gaming, which is set up in the basement and on top of that they stare at each other with like, ‘googlie eyes’”.

“Googlie eyes? Mr Davis?”

“Yeah, you know, like Tommy has a crush on his mom or Lillian has a crush on Tommy. It’s unnatural that’s all.”

“Hmm, okay, Mr Davis,” Dr Jill responded with a sigh. “I think you just had a bit of unfounded male jealously since Tommy started puberty. It’s a mental complex that we psychiatrists diagnose all the time between a father and his son...”

“Unfounded?” George said as he sat up in the recliner. “I’ll tell you about unfounded, doc! About two weeks after school had started, Lillian gets out of bed and leaves our bedroom in her nightie!”

“And you assumed that she’d snuck off to Tommy’s room?”

“Well, yeah, why not? She thought I was sound asleep, but I saw her leave. Where could she have gone?”

The psychiatrist tilted her head in sympathy. “Perhaps to the bathroom, Mr Davis?”

“Nope. Our room has its own master bath, a five piece bath, I might add.”

“Perhaps she was hungry, Mr Davis? Have you considered that she might have gotten a mid-night snack?”

Mr Davis suddenly looked thoughtful. “Hmm, well, I suppose, hadn’t thought of that.”

“And even if she had gone to his bedroom to check up on him, it is a hard time for boys in puberty, change in testosterone and all that. Besides, there was no reason for you to have assumed that she was doing anything other than ‘mothering’ him, was there, Mr Davis?”

George sat up a little in the recliner. “Yeah, I suppose so. It’s just that I love her so much and at times I get jealous of another male looking or talking to her, even my own son sometimes.”

The doctor took off her glasses. “I see. Well, I think we we’ve made some progress for your first visit today, Mr Davis. Not only do you admit that you were having what we call paranoid delusions, but you understand now that your jealousy and worries about your wife and son were unfounded.”

“Yeah, I guess so doc. She did come back to bed like ten minutes later.”

“I am very proud of you Mr Davis. Most overly jealous husbands and fathers take much longer than the first session with me to get to the truth of their feelings. But you must understand that thinking your wife and son might have been doing something more than showing mother son affection is ridiculous.”

“Sorry, doc, I know. It’s just that I’ve been working long hours and I think it wears me down.”

Dr Jill stood up and went to her desk.

“And you’re right, doc,” George said as he sat on the edge of the recliner. “I guess I just let my natural male jealousy get the better of me. She was probably just getting a snack like you said. Lillian’s been putting on a little extra weight recently. I can’t believe I didn’t think of that before. You must think I am a horrible person, doc.”

Dr Jill sat down at her desk and pulled out a pad and pen. “I don’t think you are a horrible person, Mr Davis. I think that you love your wife and son very much and that you are overly possessive of her and a little more jealous now that your son has started puberty. Add to that a highly active imagination and you get false delusions. But that’s okay.” Dr Jill scribbled on the pad. “Here is a prescription for a medicine that will calm your anxiety and thoughts. Take one pill in the morning and one in the evening. Let’s set a follow-up appointment for next Wednesday to see how you are doing. Okay?”

“Sure doc.” George stood up and took the paper looking at it. “You really think this will help?”

Dr Jill smiled. “It has with other fathers in your situation. Oh, and make sure Lillian and Tommy come to the appointment next week.”

“What about school?”

“Make sure your appointment is after school hours. See you next week, Mr Davis.”

Next Wednesday afternoon.

George was sitting in Dr Jill’s office and in the waiting area Lillian and Tommy were sitting next to each other holding hands. Other mothers and kids were waiting for their appointments with Dr Swan or Dr Rossi.

“How is the medicine working, Mr Davis?”

“It’s good doc, like it suppresses my feelings and jealousy, I am more calmer, but...”

“But, what Mr Davis?” Dr Jill was typing away on the tablet. Her legs were crossed and she was wearing a short skirt and a tight white blouse. Her blonde hair was in a bun on top of her head. As George drove away last week his thoughts turned to the doctor and how gorgeous she looked, he got a hardon just thinking about her. He idlely wondered if Dr Jill was really a blonde.

Dr Jill Herndon was forty and she considered herself in her prime years of sexuality. She loved working with boys and girls. They were always so vigorous and willing to try new things with her, they were open minded and fun to be around.

“I still get suspicious and, well, other things have also happened since last week that made me think she and Tommy are...”

“Tell me about those other things.”

George cleared his throat and sat up straight in the recliner. “It was Saturday, I was called into work. Lillian and Tommy were washing her car in the driveway. It was a hot day, unusual for early September”

“Yes it was hot.” Dr Jill let her thoughts briefly return to last Saturday afternoon on a home visit. The father of one of her patients called her for a home visit for his daughter with sexual behavioral problems. A couple of months ago, on the advice of Dr Jill, the girls mother had purchased a ten inch strap-on for her daughter. Since then the girl had gotten pretty proficient at using it. The father sat in his recliner in the living room watching football as his daughter used her strap-on to fuck her mother and Dr Jill with wild abandon in the same living room. The anti-psychotic medicine always worked wonders.

“Well, when I got home later, my neighbor, Bill, asked me if there was a party going on in my backyard. I said no and asked him why he thought that. He said that there was a lot of laughing and squealing, and hoots and hollers. He also noticed a lot of water being sprayed up in the air he said. Water is very precious you know.”

“Yes it is, but what do you think your wife and son were doing, Mr Davis?”

“I don’t fucking know! But it’s fucking suspicious, damn it!”

“Really, Mr Davis. You do have an overactive imagination! Do you think that they might have just been playing a game? Laughing and having innocent fun, the way all mothers have with their sons?”