sarah & larry

LARRY AND SARAH

A Fictional Short Story About Transference

                                   By Izzy Ess of Absolutely Clueless

Dr. Lawrence Silver sat back in his comfy chair and looked at Sarah lying on the couch.  Her eyes were closed.  She wore a simple green woollen sweater which covered all of her quite shapely chest.  Her jeans were tight enough to show the contours of her private parts as well as her flat stomach, her gently curved two hips and the shapeliest two legs, around.  Silver had ogled her wonderful backside when she turned around to sit upon the couch before she had lain down.  Her hair was Dorothy Hamillesque and her make-up was minimal, accentuating both her eyes and emphasizing her luscious lips.  He voice was husky, rather sexy and full of confidence.  Sarah Freeman was in her third year of psychoanalysis.  Dr. Silver was a Doctorate level psychologist, analysed by Freud, himself, in Freud’s last days in London.  Anna Freud had taken over to complete the five year analysis and had used her father’s cryptic notes, in German-Hebrew-Jewish-backward code.  Silver had a mild yearly cycle of moods with the summer blahs.  He had never been dysfunctional.  He had to watch his hypomania which tended to encourage hyper-sexuality and unreasonable happiness and good feelings.  His depressions in August were quite controllable with Adlerian-Burns-type cognitive and behavioural modification.  Sometimes he sought out other PhD psychologists to re-enforce his inner conversations all designed to ferret out distortions and correct them to achieve more level feelings.  Sarah had her problems with hyper-sexuality, a compensation for Post-traumatic Stress Disorder with some dissociation and some borderline personality problems, especially with boundaries.  She had observed her doctor sneaking peaks at her and always smiled.  Sometimes she said, flirtatiously, “Is a camera called for?”  Dr. Silver would smile and sometimes quip, “I thank you for not reporting me to the Registrar of Illinois.  They’d yank my license!”  Sarah would smile and say, “You owe me, Dr. Silver, or may I call you Larry?”  Larry would then give his spiel on transference and counter-transference and continue on as if it all was Kosher and all Honky-Dory.  Then the two would act as if it all was quite professional.  Sarah thought she saw him get erect, but wasn’t sure.  Larry thought he saw her nipples pop, but wasn’t sure.

On this particular December day in Chicago’s Loop, Dr. Silver had been writing in his notes about the grand necessity to start some questioning on what had happened to bring Sarah in to see him.  A boss of her’s had recommended therapy when she was getting angry often and slacking at her job of assistant editor of Playboy Magazine, then run by Hugh Hefner and his daughter.  The year before, she had been featured as completely nude in the centrefold of Hefner’s magazine as Miss September.  Her bio didn’t mention anything suspicious.  Her remarks about her family, her father, mother and two younger brothers, was glowing and loving.  She had achieved a Master’s level English Major Degree and was quite secure, apparently, as editor of interviews with such celebrities as Frank Sinatra, Tony Bennet, Loni Anderson and Jane Fonda.  She’d said to Silver that she only came because it became an issue with her boss, Hugh Hefner’s daughter, who had implied that she might be fired if she continued disturbing the other people in the office in the Playboy Mansion on North Michigan, the Golden Mile.  Dr. Silver was suspicious that she’d had a major trauma like a rape or serious betrayal by a family member or a boyfriend.

Sarah had been born in Hinsdale, Illinois, a wealthy suburb some twenty-five miles, southwest of the Chicago Loop, in the centre of the city of Chicago.  She’d moved out when she went to Harvard to take her necessary classes in English and associated subjects.  She spoke French and German, fluently, and was very good at Mathematics and Physics.  She’d also done Anthropology, Philosophy, History, Biblical Theory and Art History.  She achieved her Athletic Letter by playing Varsity Tennis and Squash and was a local and intercollegiate champion in both sports.  She was also the star of their Academic Team, competing on TV, and winning national awards.  Moreover she was active on the Student Council, becoming President and Valedictorian, when she graduated.  Her Master’s Thesis was successfully defended and published by the Harvard Press.  The subject was, ‘Medieval English and the Canterbury Tales’ Influence on the English Culture.’  Her statistical paper was an A+ effort on the Epidemiology of British Accents in New York City, USA, and London, England.

After graduation from Harvard, she fell in love with one of her English Professors and moved into his condominium in Boston, while his wife was off on a Sabbatical to study Hebrew Language Nuances in the Middle East.  When the wife returned, they tried to make a threesome, but soon discovered that it was impossible to live with.  She left for Chicago and found the job with Playboy right away.  She lived with her family in Hinsdale for one whole year and then rented an apartment on Publisher’s Row, on Halsted, right next to Greek Town and the University of Illinois, Chicago Campus.  She was steadily promoted up the ranks in Playboy and received a very high salary and extensive benefits, including use of the Mansion.  She gained a fair amount of notoriety with her nudie spread.  Sarah was very proud of being Miss September though her family made fun of her, incessantly.  She enjoyed the company of many men and women of her age, both in and out of Playboy.  Her best female friend was Miss May; she spent a lot of time in bars with her and developed strong feelings, including some lesbian stuff, for Miss May, Yvonne La Belle, a frequent escort of Hugh Hefner and many celebrities.  Her episodes in bed with Ms. Yvonne were quite exciting and satisfying.

Sarah’s experience with men seemed innocent enough.  Many admirers wined and dined her and were happy to be seen in public with such a beautiful, intelligent and talented woman.  Married men and singles took her to her bed, or theirs, on average of once a weekend, but it always seemed to be quite casual, without the deep romance, she seemed to crave.  Occasionally, her brothers came to see her office in the Mansion, a big thrill and a half for both of them.  She had wrestled both of them when they were kids and teenagers; they’d often seen each other naked, even recently, when they engaged her in a wrestling match.  There was no intercourse, but often they played around enough to get some serious sexual action accomplished.  Most of the time, it was a threesome while occasionally it was one-on-one and much more quiet and more intensive contact was accomplished.  Her mom and dad would also come to see her and be shown around the Playboy playhouse.  Her dad was jocular and popular with the Bunnies; Sarah learned from gossip that her dad had made a date with Miss October and had spent a weekend with her.  As a youngster, her dad and she enjoyed the game of tennis and would often shower in the nude, together.  Some silly things would happen but it didn’t seem to constitute abuse.  Sarah loved her mom and dad, ostensibly, and honoured their relationship, which was a stabilizing factor for her, always.

Sometimes, Dr. Lawrence Silver had detected snide remarks about the evilness of men, in Sarah, but there was no clue of some traumatic episode that would explain her changing behaviour.  Dr. Silver’s teaching and experience led him to think about some sordid affair that ended badly for his patient, but so far, there didn’t seem to be a thing that Sarah would reveal.  So, that day in the middle of September, Lawrence asked some pointed questions: “Were you ever raped and been afraid of being raped?  Did any of your brothers or your father or an uncle abuse you, Sarah?  Did someone beat you or in some way hurt you in the last five years?  Are you having any flashbacks or nightmares of some trauma we haven’t yet discussed?”  Nothing came up.  Sarah laughed or smiled or passed these questions off.  Her casual attitude was disarming.  Dr. Silver still had not a clue to anything dramatic.

Some insight came in February when Sarah described the Christmas parties just experienced and those she’d had before.  An uncle, not discussed before, seemed to sneak into the tranquil stories that she usually related to her Analyst.  The uncle was described as looking like the Devil, red-faced and with a pointed goatee, thin moustache and very dark and piercing eyes.  He was very tall compared to other members of the family and would only be invited at the Yule time celebrations, at the family home in Hinsdale or at fancy restaurants.  Apparently, he was filthy rich, having made his fortune selling very expensive sports cars to some wealthy clientele.  His specialty was Jaguars, XKE and similar power vehicles with 12 cylinder powerhouses.  He liked to talk about the cars, enthusiastically, while he fixed his eyes upon you, almost hypnotically.  He was never married but always had escorts at his side, who were extremely richly dressed, buxom and sexy and who were ostensibly quite devoted to him.  Uncle Luscious had shown up this year, in Burghoff’s Austrian and mile long Bar and Restaurant on Adam Street, just west of the Chicago Loop, the site of this year’s New Year’s Eve, family party.  His escort was a ruddy woman, with bleached blond heaped up hair.  Uncle Lucy, as the family called him, introduced her as Madam Lilly of Bohemia.  She was almost naked with a cleavage which was enormous and almost revealing of her huge ruddy breasts and large brown nipples whose dark brown areolas peeked out, tantalizingly.  She wore a black striped miniskirt which revealed her dark red panties and a tremendous bush of very dark, curly hair.  Dark, course, netted hose were stunning with a black line down the middle of both calves.  She wore black leather, pirate’s boots with very high, black, spiked heels with sharply pointed toes.  Sarah had no pictures to confirm her bizarre descriptions of her Uncle Luscious and his stunning escort.  Her descriptions were consistently quite lurid and were filled with strong emotions of her huge discomfort and fear.

“Aha!” thought Larry.  “This must be it!  This must be the breakthrough that we needed.”  Out loud and quietly, Dr. Silver asked, “And how long have you known your uncle Lucy, Sarah?”

All my life!” replied his analysand, openly vehemently for the very first time since the beginning of the analysis.  “He always comes at this time of year and has always had bizarre escorts!” retorted Sarah with a little less vehemence.  “At the Burghoff, he lorded his wealth over everyone and insisted on paying the big bucks for the whole bash.  After the midnight kissing stuff, we all took a walk up Madison to the Water Tower and Water Tower Place where many folks were gathered to celebrate.  Uncle Lucy and Madame Lilly stuck by me the entire night, even getting an adjacent room for themselves, right beside the one assigned to me in the Sheraton, across from the Wrigley Building and the Chicago River.  They had the nerve to actually invite me to their room to continue celebrating.  He said he had champagne and caviar and would be honoured if I would spend special time with them.  I absolutely refused!  They looked at me with their piercing eyes as if to hypnotize me, but I was able to resist them, successfully.”  Dr. Silver saw smugness on Sarah’s face as if she’d scored a major victory at tennis or squash.

Dr. Silver smiled as he realized that this was it.  He thought that something must have happened… something big.  He was a little uncomfortable at his reaction which was to flush and start to have a large erection.  He noticed that Sarah had been looking at him and displaying all her charms, especially her large breasts and the nipples that pointed at him.  He fought to keep his equanimity but let the erection just happen as Sarah stared at it with a broadening smile and pointier breasts and nipples.  He saw her brush her hand on her pubic area and smile some more.  Larry Silver felt his penis twitch and felt a moisture in his underwear.  He saw that Sarah had clenched her eyes shut, grabbed her groin and was starting to moan.  She convulsed and he could not help himself.  Dr. Silver blew his load right there and tried to cover up with his note book.  His cover up was quite inadequate as Sarah sat up and reached for him.  She touched his penile head and smiled as he convulsed some more.  His legs jumped as he tried to crouch and hide his strong reaction.

Sarah whispered, “It’s OK, my dear.  I’ve been in love with you since we began.  It’s about time we consummated our relationship with love and everything, don’t you?”

For a few moments, Dr. Silver was really tempted to throw out his very strong training and admit to Sarah he had fallen for her, heavily.  But, he resisted with a mighty inner admonition.  He said, “I’m sorry Sarah.  If I’ve embarrassed myself, it’s my fault.  We MUST discuss this openly and ferret out the sources or our failures to resist this transference.  We MUST use healthy counter-transference for BOTH of us.  Otherwise, we’ll have to end the psychoanalysis.  I’m already in need of more psychoanalysis and you’ll have to have more, possibly with someone else, unless we develop cooler heads!”

Sarah became very thoughtful as she sat up on the couch and moved to a comfy chair.  Then she started smiling.  “I’ll make a deal with you with an offer you can’t refuse.  I’ll be a good girl and go through the boring stuff about transference and counter-transference about which I think I know a lot.  It sounds like a deal a person with cancer would make with his doctor when he starts going through the five phases of acceptance of his diagnosis.  After the Denial, Depression and Anger, we should be able to make a Deal before we finally have Acceptance.  If I understand all this shit, I think it should work because it should be worth it to both of us, because both of us, I’m guessing, have been experiencing the same three stages, Denial, Depression and Anger.  I think you are just about as ready to make a Deal, as I am!  I’ve seen you being turned on and you’ve seen me.  How about we get naked, right now, and fuck?  You must be reloaded by now.  How about it Larry, my beloved Dr. Silver?  I think it’s just like the movie, ‘Eyes Wide Shut,’ by Stanley Kubrick, where Nicole Kidman says to her husband, Tom Cruise, ‘Let’s fuck, as soon as possible!’  And, that was at the very end of the movie.  It was in FAO Schwartz and the audience could sense that everything would be OK.  Whaddya say, my love?”

Dr. Silver only took a moment and said, “You are very logical and make a great argument.”  He stripped immediately and threw his loaded underwear in the waste-paper basket.

Sarah followed suit and she threw her wet panties in the same waste paper basket.  “The cleaning lady will be wondering, but what the hell?  This feels a lot like the distortion, ‘All or Nothing,’ but it feels really good to me.  How would you like some real transference and fuck a Playboy Centerfold?”

The psychoanalyst and his analysand had the best time either of them ever had on the coach for the remainder of the day and through the night.  They consummated and re-consummated their Deal until dawn.  Then they dressed to go home to shower at Silver’s place and re-consummated in the shower and at breakfast which was gourmet scrambled eggs and bacon, coffee and orange juice.  Then they shook hands and re-confirmed their Deal, that they would work things out in a professional matter after just one more fuck that evening at her place.  They both professed their love and then their transference love and started counter-transference.  They made another deal two times the following week and went through the same psychobabble.  They did some dealing about once a month thereafter, until the psychoanalysis was completed three years later.  By that time, Sarah had twin boys and later twin girls who were very handsome and beautiful, like their parents.  They married after the second set of twins were born and got divorced about three years later when they started arguing about which tooth paste to buy and squeeze.  Dr. Silver’s practice was enlarging rapidly and Sarah had several more promotions and Playboy nudie pictures to her credit and her growing salary and benefits.

Uncle Lucy and his escorts were a figment of Ms. Sarah’s imagination, a fact which surfaced near the end of her analysis.  She plotted to seduce her husband/doctor with tales of Lucifer and Lilith, and Adam and Eve, in the Babylonian Garden of Eden.  She’d planned to tell him that her Uncle Luscious had seduced her since her childhood making her perform some evil acts with Lilith and himself.  In her confabulation, in her mind, both Lucifer and Lilith had long pointy tales, dark red skin, black piercing eyes and hairy asses.  Also, Lilith’s member would have been described as larger than her Uncle Lucy’s and twice as hard and punishing as his, and much more satisfying.

Unfortunately, two neighbours, one of Sarah’s and one of Larry’s, snitched on the good doctor and he lost his license in a luridly publicized court case that shocked the Psychoanalytic and Psychosomatic Institute of Michael Reese Hospital of Chicago, on the south side of the city.  Sarah was called as a witness and even though she gave some testimony to make it all her fault, Dr. Silver still lost his licence and his practice.  His book was a best seller and he cashed in when they made a movie of a Playboy Bunny who makes out with a Psychoanalyst, in all sorts of places and in all sorts of positions, with all sorts of third parties.  No Oprah Winfrey fans were shocked, at all; she recommended the book to her own Book Club and recommended the movie, giving it a five star rating.  Some Biblical Historians tried to make a big deal of it, but it never sold.

THE END

© izzy sommers, md

Welland, Canada

August 17, 2013