Chapter 44: Bunny's Office
*Doubt kills more dreams than failure ever will. – Suzy Kassem*
Wednesday morning Reese texted Bunny. He needed to talk. She agreed and told him what time. They worked together on a lot of projects. She simply blocked off the hour on her schedule and put his name on it.
The meeting could easily be brushed off as this project. Or maybe that one. No one would ask any questions.
But Bunny doubted that it had anything to do with any of his hidden apartments. Or low rent houses that he had. Not even the upcoming fundraiser.
No. She was certain that this had to do with a certain brunette. The one that was a little plump, had great tits and mermaid thighs that Reese loved.
Bunny met Reese in the lobby and led him upstairs. He walked into the office and sat down on her couch.
Her corner office was large and had two large walls of windows. Both solid walls were full of shelves with books, trinkets and a small collection of cookie jars. Each cookie jar held a treat of some kind. He knew for a fact that the giant smiling cowboy held Jolly Ranchers because she enjoyed the irony. The Scooby Doo one held bone shaped shortbread cookies.
A small table sat in front of one large of the large windows. In the baskets anchored to the table were an assortment of dry erase markers. The drawings on the window told him that she had an appointment with children earlier in the day. It was her policy that she would take a picture of their drawings to be added to their file. Anything that would identify them, or their history would be removed.
In front of the far end of the window was a play area with baskets of toys. Some were just toys. Others were therapy toys. Sometimes she could simply watch how the children would play to know what kind of abuse they were suffering. Or if there was no abuse and they were simply struggling with something.
There was also her desk and formal seating area for guests. Behind the couch was a very informal seating area with large bean bag chairs and blankets. Older kids and teens gravitated to this area.
Reese always went for the couch. It was neither formal, nor informal. It didn’t beg for you to lay down and tell Bunny why you think your mother never hugged you enough. But it was comfortable and on more than one occasion, she had taken a nap.
“I mean this with all the love in my heart, you look like shit.” Bunny said sitting down in the adjacent chair.
The scruff on his face indicated that he had not shaved in a few days. If he had slept, it had not been very good sleep.
Even his clothes were off kilter. He still looked good in his faded jeans and Navy polo. But he was not as crisp as he usually was. Even his boots looked like they could use a shine.
“I feel like shit.” He admitted.
“I don’t know if I can help you.” Bunny kicked off her black heels, curling her toes into the plush blue and green rug.
“Do you know what happened?” he asked looking at her.
“Helen canceled Sunday dinner so we had it at our house. JD says she’s crying a lot. You look like shit. Conclusion is that you two have had a fight.”
“I wish. I would know what to do about that.”
“So what happened?”
“Michelle said something about the playroom. I showed it to her. Answered her questions. She asked for some time and space.”
“And you haven’t heard from her.” Bunny concluded.
“Yeah. I knew she wasn’t ready for it.” Reese leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees.
“I’ve never seen you this invested in a playmate before.”
“She’s not a playmate. She’s not that type of woman.”
He practically growled at her. Normally, she would chastise her friend. Today did not seem like the time. Softly, Bunny apologized for her thoughtless words.
“Is she OK?” He asked.
“I don’t know. I haven’t seen her. I can’t talk to you about her.”
“Fine. Tell me what to do.”
“If, hypothetically, she were to have said her safe word, what would you have done at that moment?”
“Instead of her asking for space?” he asked and she nodded. “Taken her out of the playroom and assured her that she was safe. Asked her what was making her uncomfortable. Explained things to her. Not gone back until she asked.”
“But she didn’t say her safe word, did she?” she smiled at him.
Reese quietly said no. He felt like she was trying to tell him something. He just wasn’t understanding it.
“And she didn’t call it quits, did she?”
“What are you saying?”
“Let’s say you had a novice come to you. They have past sexual trauma and low self-esteem. All past sexual experiences have been rape, abuse or coercion.” She cocked an eyebrow at him. “This is all hypothetical, of course. They don’t know if this is what they want. What do you do?”
“Novice sub?”
“Yes. Close to your age.”
“Start small. Affirmations. Little tasks.”
“Like what?”
“Take selfies of herself and keep her favorite ones so she can look at them when she’s having a hard day.”
“OK, and if they asked you to be their Dom, what would you say?”
“No. I’m with someone.”
She leaned back in her chair and crossed her legs. Picking at a piece of imaginary lint on her bright pink slacks, she hummed a response. Bunny checked her white poet’s shirt for time to allow him to stew.
“When was the last time you had sex?”
He looked at her with defeat in his eyes. “Not since I started going after Helen.”
“Have you masturbated?”
“Getting a little personal aren’t you?”
“You came to me. Answer the question.”
“No.”
“Why?”
“I’ll wait.”
“For what?”
“Helen.”
“What about her?”
“Until she’s ready.”
“Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why wait for Helen to be ready?”
“I’m not going to force myself on her.”
“I know. But you could go to the club. You could take things into your own hands. Why wait? What is the reason you’re willing to wait? Why are you miserable without her?”
“I don’t understand.”
“I think you do.” She grinned.
“What should I do?” He pleaded.
“Go think about it and you’ll know what to do.”
“You’re no help.” He grumbled.
“I can’t help you figure out what is bothering you. That’s all up to you. I can only point you in the right direction.”
“What good is a therapist that won’t tell me what’s wrong?” he grumbled.
“One that knows that it’s better for you to work it out on your own.”
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