Marshall gripped the bottom of his pullover. All he had to do was lift it up.
Easy.
He willed his hands to lift up his top and reveal his naked flesh underneath. They didn't move.
Come on. Easy.
His therapist, Ms Samantha Precious, watched him dispassionately. It didn't help she was a fine-looking woman, an absolute fox. She could have been a model back in her youth, still could. She had an elegant, almost aristocratic face with high, finely-defined cheekbones. Long silky-smooth platinum-blonde hair flowed down onto her shoulders. She seemed neither embarrassed nor conceited about her beauty. It just was.
Marshall wished he could be so unconcerned about his appearance.
He took his hands away from the bottom of his pullover and looked down at the floor.
"I don't think this is working, Miss Precious."
Easy.
He willed his hands to lift up his top and reveal his naked flesh underneath. They didn't move.
Come on. Easy.
His therapist, Ms Samantha Precious, watched him dispassionately. It didn't help she was a fine-looking woman, an absolute fox. She could have been a model back in her youth, still could. She had an elegant, almost aristocratic face with high, finely-defined cheekbones. Long silky-smooth platinum-blonde hair flowed down onto her shoulders. She seemed neither embarrassed nor conceited about her beauty. It just was.
Marshall wished he could be so unconcerned about his appearance.
He took his hands away from the bottom of his pullover and looked down at the floor.
"I don't think this is working, Miss Precious."
