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Reaching the park entrance, it’s a sharp left to the huge wrought iron gates. A perfectly manicured Japanese style garden is bordered by the wide gravel drive that curves around a bend behind low trees.
The tiled roof of his house that looks like it fills a whole block peeking over them.
While I take in the scene, waiting for the gate to open, a cars tires squeak and jerking my head around, I can see there’s no need to bother the dean, or campus security.
They’ve come to us.
Chapter 7
Vincent
The sight of campus security, along with Dean Reinhold doesn’t really surprise me. Especially after the episode in his office today. But coming to my house? When I’m just about to take Violet inside is the kind of timing that sees my mood shift from primal caveman dragging his woman into their cave, to Professor Valentine.
A concerned member of faculty making sure one of his students is safe. And Violet doesn't even need my coaching to play along.
I felt how wet she is, carrying her so long. I can smell her sweet little cunt at twenty paces my senses are so fine tuned to her courtesy of the DIY Violet panty inhaler I'm still carrying stuffed in my coat pocket.
Campus security jerks his head in acknowledgment once I recognize him. He’s spotted me a few times in the gym, and in his eyes that makes me alright in his books.
But the third figure after Reinhold to get out the back of the car is someone I didn't expect to see.
My psychiatrist.
“Dr. Lutz!” I exclaim, making sure I stay focused on him. Willing myself not to give myself away by looking over to Violet.
“Vincent.” Dr. Lutz says in a low monotone. His clear green eyes as calm and collected as ever, his voice always sounding like he’s gonna ask me about my mother, classic Freudian style.
Or your daddy, Vince? Yeah. You know he likes to ask about that…
I feel myself starting to tense up. Seeing my shrink and the Dean at the same time has a strange effect on me for some reason. My ears buzz and I struggle to focus for a moment before they pop.
“Violet? I’m Dean Reinhold.” The Dean butts in, but I know what he's gonna say and I keep my eyes locked on Lutz. Realizing too how much he physically reminds me of my own father.
Not a big man, but a crafty, cunning man. A lot like Reinhold, Lutz is from a generation where ‘standard procedure’ was barbaric and cruel by today’s standards when it comes to Psychological medicine.
Maybe that’s why he reminds me of my dad. That faceless shadow in my dreams, echoed back to me if I stare at any of the cigarette burn scars I have dotting my body.
The man who became a ghost once social services intervened, and it was Dr. Lutz as chance would have it, was the one assigned to my case all those years ago.
Lutz had Dean Reinhold consult on my case, back when he was a lowly mental hospital director. Both of them saw me periodically as I grew up, cementing the idea of maybe being a doctor myself in my mind, and here I am today all those years later.
Although most days I still feel like I shoulda played football. Would’ve considered retiring after two seasons, not two decades. I was and probably still am a great footballer, even at my age.
But today I’m not some messed up kid who jumps at his own shadow and wets the bed. I’m a grown man, about to claim what's mine. It’s Valentine's day in two days, so I don't want Violet being wooed by anyone except me.
It’ll be the perfect proposal… Valentine’s day in the Japanese garden. I already have a dress picked out for her to wear.
Thenwe can all sit down and psychoanalyze the shit out of it. Right now I just need her all to myself. And in private.
See if we can’t get to the bottom of Violet’s own daddy issues with some very advanced and very unorthodox treatment courtesy of yours truly.
I knew the second I saw her that we were destined to be together, since that moment she's consumed my every waking thought and has even banished the darkness from all my dreams.
Every second I look at her the world seems a better place. Brighter, more colorful.
My tension building up to a near growl in the back of my throat as I listen to Dean Reinhold, “I don’t think visiting a member of staff outside of college grounds is the kind of thing your scholarship encourages, young lady…” he says to Violet in a scolding tone.
Subtly reminding her that the college gave her a scholarship on his say so, but that they can cancel it just as easily, and for whatever reason. Like, I dunno…Being stuffed balls deep like a thanksgiving turkey by her senior Professor?
