Dark Desires Ch.2

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CHAPTER IISummer had come and gone. The city was slowly beginning to apply its autumn make up, tinting parks and gardens in all possible shades of yellow and russet. Alice loved that time of year with its symphony of colors and wasn’t in a hurry to see it replaced by the white shawl that would unavoidably cover New York in a couple of months, turning cars into cartoon vehicles and bystanders into clumsy frozen penguins. She was well into her fifth month in therapy but still had, at that point, far more questions than answers. On her way back from the last of her bi-weekly sessions, a mere fifteen minutes walk, she was still wondering about the uncommon suggestion Dr Alperin had made at the end of their meeting.“Alice, I know it’s rather unconventional but I would like you to meet somebody. Somebody who, I believe might help you figure out a few of your own hidden truths. There’s of course no obligation here. It’s entirely up to you but I think it might prove efficient.”“An other therapist, you mean?”“Not at all. This person is a woman, just a couple of years older than you, who has been a patient of mine and whose psychological profile resembles yours a lot. She didn’t carry the tragic past you do, but she came to me about the same kind of depression and feeling of purposelessness you’re expressing. She herself said she had a well-balanced social and professional life and couldn’t identify any reason that might explain her state of mind.”“Has she by now?”“Yes, I believe she has. It took her quite some time to identify what was missing in her life and even more time to acknowledge her real needs and come to terms with them. But, yes, as far as I know she’s now in agreement with herself and satisfied with her life.”“Good for her. But what makes you think she could help me?””Well, I see a sort of symmetry between you two and I believe your quest might be close to hers. But, once again, it has to be your decision to meet and speak with her. Or not.”“Okay then. I’ll have to trust you on that one, I guess. But how will it happen? Will she contact me or will I have to get in touch with her? You know I’m not very good at that.”“That’s not true, Alice. Remember what happened five months ago when you were so afraid to call that young woman you had met in Central Park. I just had to take the decision out of your hands and to demand instead of ask, and you did it quite willingly. It should tell you something. And by the way aren’t you and this Sabrina good friends by now?”“Maybe, well, yes we are. But this is different. You’re asking me to contact a total stranger.”“Don’t you worry about that. Her name is Kathryn by the way. I’m going to call her and ask if she’d agree to meet with you. If yes, I’ll text you her phone number and you’ll just have to get in touch with her and arrange the meeting. Knowing that she’ll be expecting your call should make things easier for you, don’t you think?”When she arrived home, the words were still playing in loops inside Alice’s head. One remark in particular. ‘I just had to take the decision out of your hands. It should tell you something.’ Dr Alperin had said.The bare truth of her deferential inclinations made her feel ill at ease. It had been true that one time she’d been practically ordered to call Bree and it had been even truer during all the time she lived with Sophie. She couldn’t deny it: putting her free will into the hands of her lover had offered her the most satisfactory moments of her whole life.Alice puzzled the ‘why’ behind her way of being, asking herself if maybe she was compensating for the lack of authority and guidance in her childhood, when her cell phone announced an incoming message: ‘Kathryn: 338 927 5534. Awaiting your call. Do it now. S.A.’**********Someone at the office had once said that “Punctual” was Alice’s middle name and, true to her reputation, she arrived a few minutes early. A charming young waiter took her order, wearing a bow tie that seemed to be the signature accessory of the little coffee shop where she and the mysterious Kathryn had agreed to meet. Just as the waiter returned with Alice’s tea, a lithe blonde in a long red coat entered and scanned the crowd before making a beeline to Alice’s table. Her smile, her fluid walk, and the way she held her hand out to Alice were all testimony to a woman at ease with herself. Alice envied her self-confidence.“You must be Alice. I had a hard time believing Dr Alperin when she told me I would meet Natalie Wood but, wow, she was totally right. Hi, I’m Kathryn Clark, pleased to meet you,” said the smiling woman before graciously sitting down in the opposite chair, dropping off her shoulder the biggest saddlebag Alice had ever seen.“Um… Hi Kathryn. Pleased to meet you too. What, er… what would you like to drink?”“Orange juice would be nice, thanks. I’m just out of the gym and I’m so thirsty I could drink a river.”Alice flagged down the waiter and placed the order.“Do you exercise in the gym a lot?”“Three to four times a week. No much choice etimesgut escort there. I’m twenty-nine but I don’t want my body to know. So, I do what is necessary to make it believe it’s still eighteen. Do you go through the same self-torture?”“No, no gym for me. Too shy to publicly display my clumsiness, I guess. But I usually jog every evening for half an hour. When I’m not stuck in my office, desperately trying not to get smothered by a pile of files, that is.”“Yeah, I can relate to that. Files tend to reproduce by spontaneous generation and these things can be pretty aggressive. What is it you do?”“I’m a lawyer. But I don’t know for how much longer. I’m beginning to hate my job. You?”“I’m a writer. Nothing fancy though. I would have loved to be the next Brontë or Woolf or Austen but it wasn’t to be. I had the enthusiasm and the dedication but lacked the talent. I’m a freelance medical writer. I write brochures and reports for clinical-research organizations, pharmaceutical companies and medical-device manufacturers. Not very sexy, I know, but it pays the bills and I can work from home most of the time.”“Well, if you think what you do isn’t sexy, you should try commercial litigation for a while.”The pretty blonde burst out laughing.“Tempting but I’ll decline, thank you. I’ll rather stick to my usual germs and viruses. At least, they’re familiar territory.”They agreeably chatted like that for a while until Alice felt comfortable enough with her new acquaintance to approach the real purpose of their meeting.“Kathryn, er… to tell you the whole truth, I… don’t really know why I’m here. Don’t get me wrong, I’m having a pleasant time chatting with you and all but… Dr Alperin just told me that meeting you might help me understand a few things about myself.”“Well, she didn’t tell much either. You know, the whole doctor/patient confidentiality thing. She only suggested that she believed we had in common some fundamental aspirations that you’re totally unaware of.”“Fundamental aspirations? Wow, big intimidating words, don’t you think? Do you have any idea what they might cover?”“I can’t be certain, of course, but I think I can figure some of them. First of all, there’s one thing we have in common for sure: at some point in our lives we both needed professional help. As for me, when I first met Dr Alperin – I was twenty-four at that time – I was so depressed I was considering death as a rather pleasant possibility. It was all the more disconcerting since I couldn’t find any real reason to feel that way. No sentimental drama, no financial problems, no health issues, nothing. I was just bored ad nauseam, with no sense of purpose, feeling so empty and lonely it was becoming unbearable. I could only presume that something paramount was missing but had absolutely no clue what it might be. Does it ring a bell?”“A whole orchestra of them! That’s exactly where I’m standing right now. Not knowing what to do with myself, not knowing what I’m looking for, not even being sure of who I am anymore. But seeing how you are now, which is obviously the exact opposite of depressed and suicidal, should give me some hope, shouldn’t it?”“It sure should. I won’t pretend the path is paved with roses but, believe me, it’s worth the effort. Besides, you have Dr Alperin on your side. She’s the best.”“She is, isn’t she? I sometimes feel like I’m a poorly built construction on the verge of collapsing and that she’s keeping all the pieces together with her bare hands.”“I know the feeling. I wouldn’t have the life I have now if it wasn’t for her constant support and perceptiveness. Oh, shit, time’s been flying by,” Kathryn said, taking notice of the big clock over the bar. “I can’t stay much longer I’m afraid. I promised my girlfriend I would meet her at eight to go to the movies and she won’t appreciate if I’m late again.”“Your girlfriend? You’re…”“… Gay? Yep. I used to swing both ways but now I’m a full grown lesbian, as they say. I hope it’s not a problem for you.”“God no, Kathryn. I am too.”“Really, you bat for my team? How nice! Well, see, now we have at least two things in common. And Karen is so much more than my girlfriend. She is my… Tell you what: if you’ve nothing else already planned, why don’t you come over and have dinner with us next Saturday? I’m sure Karen will be pleased to know you and you’ll understand what she means to me much better than with any verbal explanation I might try to give.”“I… um… I wouldn’t want to impose.”“You won’t. And I think you might find the evening informative.”Alice wondered what she meant by ‘informative’ but didn’t dare ask. Things were going a little too fast for her. Kathryn took her wallet out of the gigantic bag, drew a card out of it and handed it to Alice.“Here, it’s my business card but you have our address and landline phone number on it. Will 8:30ish be fine by you?”“Um… yes, I guess so but…”“No buts, Alice. And no last minute canceling for fake reasons either, okay?”“Well, er… okay eryaman escort then. I’ll be there.”“Good. And now I’ll better hurry. Karen will never forgive me if we miss the movie.”She waved to the waiter to ask for the bill but Alice didn’t let her.“I’ll take care of the bill. Go, I wouldn’t want your girlfriend to hate me before even knowing me.”Kathryn got up, smiled one last time at Alice and ran away with the same fluid grace she had displayed when entering earlier. Alice stayed a few more minutes, the word ‘informative’ drilling little holes inside her head.**********The lawn in front of the house had probably been mowed that same afternoon because a potent smell of fresh grass was still flowing in the air. She climbed the flight of steps ascending to a small veranda with its wooden swing and coffee table at one end. The two-storey house looked elegant in its simplicity and the bright red wood and glass door made a happy contrast to the white walls. It was precisely 8:29 p.m. when Alice ‘Punctual’ Devreaux rang the doorbell.The smiling Kathryn who opened the door was a vision. She was wrapped in a silky red sheath dress and wore impossibly high-heeled laced up sandals. A large red velvet ribbon with an embroidered capital “K” inside a circle adorned her graceful neck. The dress was so form fitting that Alice couldn’t decide if it was Kathryn wearing the dress or the dress wearing Kathryn. Not only was she dwarfed by the lovely apparition but, in her jeans and blouse under a casual blazer, she suddenly felt dramatically underdressed.“Hi Alice, I’m so glad you’re here. Come on in,” invited the vision, grabbing Alice’s hand to drag her inside. “And no, you’re by no mean underdressed,” she added with a smile, reading perfectly Alice’s worried gaze. It’s just that Karen demands that I always dress racy, even when we stay home and it’s only the two of us.”A slight shiver went up Alice’s spine at the verb “demand”. She had felt so very alive whenever Sophie had “demanded”.“Well, I… can’t really blame her. You look wonderful,” Alice replied, handing to Kathryn the bottle of wine she had bought for the occasion. “Here, I hope you’ll like it. I’m totally uneducated when it comes to wine so I just followed the merchant’s advice.”Kathryn took a look at the bottle and whistled appreciatively.“Wow, a 2003 Colgin! Are you crazy or something? That bottle must have cost a small fortune. Really, Alice, you shouldn’t have. Thank you so much. Karen isn’t going to like you now, she going to love you at first sight. Come meet her.”They entered a large living room. White walls, white leather sofas, white thick wool carpet under a low table made of a glass panel over a white marble cube, white baby grand piano at the left far end. Even the paintings on the walls were white abstracts. An immaculate snowy universe only lit by the glimmer of the logs burning in a big fireplace and bathed in a jazzy ambiance Sophie immediately recognized. Billie Holiday was complaining about the slumberless hours of a gloomy Sunday. And in one of the three settees surrounding the coffee table the dark silhouette of a woman dressed in a black high collared blouse over black designer jeans who quickly stood up to welcome the arriving guest. If Alice had to guess, she would place her somewhere between thirty-five and forty. She was barefoot but even taller than Kathryn, probably nearing six feet and her black hair was cut in a short shiny bob underlining a chiseled jaw line and slim but extremely well designed lips. She exuded severe elegance and controlled authority.“Oh my god!” exclaimed Alice before Kathryn could make the introductions.“What?!…” cried out the two other women in perfect unison.“Er… sorry about that,” immediately apologized a blushing Alice. “Well, um… Let’s start again from the beginning. Hi, I’m Alice and you must be Karen. Pleased to meet you and thank you for having me tonight. And once again, sorry. It’s not like me to scream like that when meeting somebody for the first time but…”“But what?” interrupted an obviously intrigued but amused Karen.“It’s… it’s just that the resemblance is so striking.”“Resemblance?”“Well, if you promise not to tell me that I’m Natalie Wood’s doppelganger, I promise not to tell you that you’re the spitting image of Sigourney Weaver in Half Moon Street.”Karen burst out laughing.“So, before even knowing me, the first thing you say is that I look like an escort girl…?!”“A very elegant and attractive one if I may remind you, but what can I say? Blunder is my middle name.”“Okay. You know what Alice? If all your gaffes are as flattering as this one, don’t hesitate making more. Please sit down and let Kay know your kind of poison.”“I, er… usually don’t drink. Orange juice or soda water would be fine, thank you.”“And I’ll have a whisky. Thank you darling.”Kathryn left the room to go fetch the drinks.“So, Alice, Kay told me you’re a lawyer.”“Yes, I am. But a very boring one, I’m afraid. No spectacular sincan escort murders, no big time criminals, not even messy divorces in my case. Only mergers and acquisitions, contracts, litigation, and tons and tons of totally uninteresting stuff. No Grisham stories for me, only endless sets of figures. You?”“Well, at least I can’t accuse my clients of being boring: I’m a pediatrician. My parents never doubted that I’d go to medical school and, being the accommodating daughter I then was, I did. Having no real passion of my own, I just followed in my father’s footsteps. I worked in hospital for a few years and took over his practice when he decided to retire. So for me it’s measles, mumps, chickenpox, and tons and tons of candies and sweets to ease the pain.”Kathryn came back carrying a glass of juice she put on the table in front of Alice and a glass of whisky she handed to her girlfriend before sitting down on the plush carpet at Karen’s feet, resting her head in the tall woman’s lap. Karen’s hand dove in the proffered mane and began playing with the long locks of golden curls. Alice was mesmerized. She was contemplating two concomitant yet totally different scenes. One spoke of sweetness and sharing while the other evoked power and dominance. The first one was filled with the gentlest tenderness. The second one was diffusing a fragance of dark powerful eroticism that was making something unknown or long forgotten resonate in the deepest layers of her mind. When Karen brought her glass to Kathryn lips to let her have a sip of the amber liquor, Alice felt a quiver in her belly and when she heard Kathryn whisper, ‘Thank you, Karen’, the quiver travelled to her pussy with such speed and force it left her breathless.“Don’t be surprised, Alice,” instructed Karen whose smile seemed to indicate she was perfectly aware of what was happening in their guest’s mind and body, “Kay isn’t authorized to drink much. She gets a little too wild when she does. And anyway, she loves to drink from me. Don’t you, darling?”The double entendre was majestic.“Yes Karen, I do,” answered Kathryn who almost seemed to be under a spell, a good one if Alice could judge by the serene look on her face. Even more confusing to Alice was the fact that she clearly wasn’t embarrassed at all to display her languid obedience as if it was the most normal thing in the world.They chatted for awhile more about everything and nothing, discovering their common interests – travels, old movies, crime novels, politics and sociology to name a few – and their differences, agreeing to disagree on quite a few matters, until Kathryn said that dinner was ready to be served.“I hope you like italian cuisine,” Karen said, taking Alice’s arm to guide her into a lovely dining room which was as colorful as the living room wasn’t. “Kay is a fairy in the kitchen. Just provide her with a ball of mozzarella, a few tomatoes, an avocado and the appropriate spices, and she’ll make wonders.”Kathryn blushed profusely under the praise. ‘How weird,’ Alice thought to herself. ‘Here’s a woman who can hear the most indecent innuendos without batting an eyelid but who’s completely put off balance by a mere compliment about her cooking skills.’As Karen had predicted, dinner was heavenly. Red tuna fish in carpaccio with coriander oil was followed by shrimps Fra Diavolo, and a divine home made tiramisu ended the meal. Kathryn proved to be a delightful and attentive hostess, obviously taking as much pleasure from serving the dishes and pouring wine and water as soon as a glass was emptied than from enjoying the meal. Alice was touched by all the sweet little gestures and tender looks the two women kept exchanging. It was totally fascinating for her to realize that these two were functioning on two utterly different levels with equal easiness and fluidity. In front of her eyes was pure raw love and it painfully reminded her of what she had once had.Dinner over, Alice insisted on helping clearing the table and tidying the kitchen but unsuccessfully as Kathryn wouldn’t have any of it. She sent Karen and Alice back to the living room, promising to be there shortly with coffee and liquors.Karen revived the fire with a couple of logs before sitting down at the other end of the couch from where Alice was already seated.“Are you in a relationship, Alice?” Karen asked out of the blue.“Er… no, I’m not. Haven’t been for quite some time.”She knew she was blushing but, for the life of her, couldn’t understand why. There was nothing wrong with being single, was there?“How come? You’re a very attractive woman. There should be a waiting line of girls wishing to date you.”“I’m just not the dating kind, I guess.”“Is it because you’re so painfully shy?”“What… what makes you presume I’m shy?”“Oh, it’s quite obvious, dear. Your body language speaks for itself. And you blush so charmingly. I can feel a real sufferance inside you and I hate seeing a beautiful, educated, charming young woman like yourself carrying such unsureness and doubts. It’s a terrible waste.”“Seems that I’m an open book to you. But… yes, you’re right. Unfortunately, the portrait is rather accurate. I’m not my biggest fan, I’ll give you that. But don’t get me wrong, I’d like nothing more than to have someone to love. To have what you and Kathryn have.”

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