Paloma (from 'Light and Dark') - Sex Stories

Paloma (from 'Light and Dark')

... refused. Eventually, the police officer Fuentes, who had had some personal dealings with Dr Kardos over the mild issue he had with claustrophobia, suggested a compromise; namely, that if Paloma agreed to see the psychologist for several sessions, that would suffice. Paloma reluctantly agreed. Dr Kardos had an initial meeting with Paloma and considered that he could help the young woman, and moreover would do so for a nominal fee. Part Four: Therapy The first two sessions were uneventful. Paloma sat in a chair opposite Dr Kardos for the full hour. They sat silently, listening to each other breathing, interrupted only by the occasional sound of the craft shop door banging shut beneath them as religious seekers came and went.. Every so often, their eyes would meet: hers, dark and almost impenetrable; his, the colour of a clear Spanish sky on a sultry summer’s day. During the the third session, something moved and Paloma began to ask Dr Kardos a little about himself; questions which he appeared to consider politely before smiling and brushing each one aside. Then came another question: “What does your name mean?” asked Paloma. “Sandor? It’s the Hungarian form of ‘Alexander’. It means a ‘defender of men’, or ‘help’.” “Is that what you are?” she asked. “A help?” “I think so,” he replied, smiling again. “Only you can answer that question.” “What about ‘Kardos’? What does that mean?” “It comes from the Hungarian word ‘kardo’. It means ‘a sword’.” “I see,” replied Paloma During ...

... the fourth session, it was Dr Kardos who first broke the silence. He ran his fingers into his coal black hair and leant forward in his chair. “You’re not understood in this town, are you Paloma?” “No. In truth, I am not.” “Tell me. What do you write about? I mean, in your room, all day, every day. What fills the pages that carry the weight of your soul?” Paloma was taken aback. She had not mentioned writing, or how she spent her days. “How did you know I write?” she asked. “I mean, I do, but how did you know?” Dr Kardos smiled. “Spirits like you always find an outlet, Paloma. I was just guessing when I said writing. It could have been painting, drawing, music, or any other free expression of your soul. I just got lucky.” “I write about all kinds of things,” she continued. “Things I am passionate about.” “And what are you passionate about, Paloma?” She felt her cheeks flush, her head lowered and there was a brief pause before she raised her head and held his eyes with hers. “Things I have no experience of,” she replied. “I am passionate about filling the gaps between my thoughts and desires, and my experience of them.” “Next time you come, bring me something you have written, Paloma.” She started to shake her head and feeble excuses began to rattle around inside her head like marbles in a velvet bag. “Paloma. Next time you come, you are going to bring me something you have written.” She nodded. Paloma paused in front of the glass-fronted window of ‘La Casa Sagrada de Madura’. ...