sam & mary

SAMANTHA & MARY

A Sagacious Saga of Abuse and Recovery

By Dizzious da Victorious

Exactly what was bothering Samantha was a mystery.  She had been irritable and just snapping at her friends and relatives for weeks.  She did OK in her mid-terms but not her usual outstanding stuff of A+ papers and examinations.  Her own family did guess it was a boy or simply love that was disturbing her but she did not give any information to them.  Nor, did any of her friends and classmates know just what was bothering the beautiful and talented Samantha.  She was leader and the leading cheerleader of all her senior class and was to be the valedictorian, as was presumed by everyone.  She was the captain of her nerdy team of the scholastic circuit and she was the captain of her volleyball champs, eh?  Samantha struggled through it all with a long face.  She graduated as cum laude, anyway, and got accepted in the famous Vassar as a shining star with extra promise, more than all the rest of all the freshmen entering Vassar that year.  She did excel in everything, just pleasing all her family and friends and classmates.  Still, her face was long and she looked obviously sad to everyone.  A kind advisor at Vassar took her aside and asked her pointedly: “What’s making you so sad, my dear Samantha?  Is there anything we may discuss to solve your problem, eh?”  Samantha looked angrily at Professor Mary Abernathy and declared, “There’s nothing you may do for me!”  She turned and stomped away.  Professor Mary had experience with this and ran after her.  She put her hand on Sam’s right shoulder and turned her back to face her bold advisor.  She was crying and she dropped her shoulders.  Mary hugged her tightly and she softly said, “Why don’t we have a cup of tea at my place and relax.  If you want to talk about it, we can do so but if you don’t, don’t worry and we’ll just enjoy the herbal tea.”  Mary sobbed.  She dried her tears and said, “I’m sorry Mary Abernathy, but I haven’t talked about my problem yet, with anyone.  It’s difficult because there is so much expected of me and I have to be so perfect, eh?”  “I understand,” Professor Abernathy said.  “Let’s walk this way.  My house is just around the corner.”  They walked in silence, hand-in-hand.

After tea, Professor Mary just relaxed by loosening her blouse and lying on the couch.  Samantha followed suit and removed her heavy woolly sweater and lay down beside her brand new friend.  They spooned and snuggled on the couch and Sam just started crying.  Professsor Mary turned Samantha’s face toward her and she kissed her tears away.  Samantha felt much better and she started smiling as she introduced her hand inside Professor Mary’s blouse.  She tweaked her nipples and she rubbed her breasts so gently.  Mary followed suit and undid her student’s bra quite deftly with one hand and started tweaking Sam’s nice breasts and nipples.  She then removed her own bra and invited Sam to take a lick.  Sam put Mary’s tiny breast inside her mouth and licked her nipple with a loving attitude.  Mary put her hand down Sam’s loosened skirt and started rubbing her clitoris.  Sam began to feel romantic and she lifted Mary’s skirt to rub her crotch with all her fingers.  Mary started moaning and she slipped her panties off completely.  Sam just followed suit and soon the women were completely naked.  They did a 69 right on the couch and made each other climax several times.  Mary asked if Sam would like to stay the night and led her to the bedroom where they slipped between the sheets and did each other all night long.  Then they slept ‘til dawn, and did each other in the shower several times with soap and soapy washcloths.  Then they dressed and Mary made them breakfast, toast and scrambled eggs with bacon and some cappuccino.

Sam thanked her kind advisor several times and asked it she could spend the night again that night.  She said she had some classes all day long and would be free by dinner time.  Mary suggested having supper at the restaurant on campus where they featured fish and chips and liver, veal scaloppini and Greek salads.  Sam was quite agreeable to her suggestion.

At Oscar’s Restaurant and Bar, the ladies shared a bottle of Chianti and enjoyed the veal and haddock which was recommended by the waitress.  They tasted all of it and then they ordered a large chocolate mousse which they also shared.  The they ordered small liqueurs and tasted both and drank them down.  They were a little tipsy when they rose to leave.  They managed to get to Professor Mary’s home and got naked and between the sheets and fell asleep immediately, intertwined, breast-to-breast and pelvis to pelvis.  When they awoke it was really time to eat a breakfast quickly and get on to their own classes.  They had not discussed a thing but made a date for Saturday, to have a bite and try again.

On Saturday, they did avoid the alcohol and shared a large Greek salad bowl with extra Feta cheese and sizzling chicken chunks.  They had Greek coffee with a lot of sugar and some honey.  They got back to Professor Mary’s modest home and deliberately stayed all dressed prepared to talk quite seriously.  Sam started crying but she was able to blurt out, “I was gang raped, Mary!  The entire football team caught me off guard and punched me.  They dragged me to their locker room and raped me one by one.  I was in shock and didn’t fight it.  I just laid back and had them one by one, in silence.  When they all finished they said that if I told on them, they would say that it was she who had asked for it by coming into their own locker room and stripping off her clothes.  They said that they would beat me up again if she told anyone.  I felt completely violated and so helpless to resist.  I felt that I could not chance their story telling and I kept my tongue!”  Samantha sobbed and shook.  Mary took her in her arms and did the best to comfort her.  “I’m glad you trust me Sam.  I feel your pain.  I promise it will be a secret just between us.  You should feel better after this.  In a real sense, you have shared your story with another person and now the burden should be half of what it was before.  Capeesh?”  Samantha started smiling and she hugged her mentor.  I feel quite spent, as if I’ve run a marathon.  I’d like to sleep, if that’s OK with you.  I don’t feel much like making love.  Is that OK with you?”

Professor Mary understood and let her new friend go to bed and sleep.  Professor Mary Abernathy got some brandy out and poured herself a snifter full.  She unwrapped a huge Cuban cigar and lit it up.  She sat back in her armchair and she let her mind drift back to when she was a child of four.  She had loved her dad, immensely and had done his bidding when he had asked for sex.  She also did his bidding when he asked her to have sex with his own brother and her older brothers.  She had complied and felt real happy to be touched and screwed by all the men and boys.  They all said they loved her and she was satisfied.  They set her free when she was twelve and started having menses.  She started feeling shame and couldn’t share her burden with anyone, particularly not her mother.  She felt her mother had allowed the men and boys to use her and abuse her by not saying anything when she found out what was really happening.  She felt betrayed by everyone.  She started therapy when she was seventeen and had a chance to tell her story to a very sympathetic therapist.  The female therapist insisted that she should confront her parents and her brothers with the truth, but that resulted in a ruptured family and, again, she felt betrayed and unprotected from their wrath and out-and-out denial.  They accused her of confabulating and of saying evil things to hurt them purposefully.  The therapist insisted that she had been brave to make the accusations in the office with complete support from her.  She harboured doubts about her memories and actions.  The therapist anticipated some of it but not the deeply felt great shame and guilt that Mary experienced.  Mary never re-established any loving feelings with her parents or her brothers or her uncles.  They all insisted that she was confabulating and that she said things, purposefully to just hurt the whole family.  Just two years ago, when Mary was unmarried and in her forties, her mother came to her and cried apologetically.  This helped a lot but still she harboured doubts about what really happened.  Her father and his brothers and her brothers never did come forward and apologize for what they did and how they stuck together accusing her of telling blatant, evil lies.

Mary finished off the brandy as she finished off her Cuban stogy.  She fell asleep right in her armchair and slept quite fitfully.  She must have screamed because her new friend, Sam came over and she hugged her strongly.  “Is there anything you need to tell me, Mary dear?  I would be happy to listen, if you tell me why you screamed, just now.”  Mary forced a smile and said, “You got me, Sam, my dear.  Why don’t you lie with me and finish sleeping.  It’s only 3:00 am.  We can talk again when we get some sleep and have some breakfast, eh?  Whaddya say my feathered friend?  Is that a deal, or what?”  They laughed like old good friends and then agreed to go back to the bed and get some sleep.  Entwined and naked, they just fell asleep and didn’t wake ‘til breakfast time.

It was Sunday and the ladies both decided to get dressed up warmly and to go and see the football game that would take place that afternoon at Princeton.  Mary had some heavy woollen sweaters to give Sam and they both went off to get the bus to take them to the football game between their Princeton and the enemies from Boston College.  They both enjoyed the game and hot dogs and the beer as Princeton lost the game by two whole touchdowns.  They joined a crowd of students crying in their beer about the loss that really was expected at the hands of an excellent team from Boston.  They had a lot of fun and continued talking with some men and women students on the bus ride back to the Vassar campus.  They did not return until after dark, excited by the partying and desperate to get to bed and sleep.  They fell asleep in each other’s arms still fully dressed in heavy woollen sweaters.  They awoke in time for breakfast and then hurried off to their respective classes, Mary to teach and Sam to learn.  They’d made a date to have a light supper and get a chance to talk that evening.

That evening, Mary sobbed and told her story to a crying Sam.  When Mary had ended her sad story, she poured them both a snifter of good brandy and the unwrapped and clipped the end of two large Cubans.  They smoked and drank until they both dropped off to sleep, completely dressed on Mary’s comfy loveseat by the marble fireplace in the living room.  At exactly 3:00 am, they both awoke and smiled and got undressed and slipped between the silken sheets in Mary’s bedroom and entwined and kissed so very deeply and romantically.  They did a “69” and licked each other’s tiny wee-wee until they both had had enough spasms and orgasms to be completely satisfied.  They squealed with laughter and camaraderie.  Samantha was the first to say, “Please stop, my feathered friend; I cannot take this anymore!”  They fell asleep again and were quite late with breakfast and their dashing off to classes.  They had shrugged their shoulders and agreed that Sam’s small dormitory room was much too small and that she should move in with Mary right away.  This was not unusual around the campus.  Rumour had it that all the single female professors had such student room-mates.  It was said that pillow buddies were the smartest of them all with always getting extra teaching in the nights to lift their grades and grand achievements.

It was obvious that Sam was happier and more ambitious since her re-location to the little house that Mary had.  She captained her great volleyball team to the Ivy championships and she led the way for her debating team to take the trophy at the final round of televised College of Knowledge TV shows.  Samantha’s parents came to see the final episode and cheered so loudly, that the host had to quiet them.  Samantha’s parents met Professor Mary who was also cheering much too loudly and they discovered that her daughter was the room-mate of Professor Mary Abernathy and they gave her credit for the great mood and ambition that they’d ever seen in their own daughter.  They all went out for dinner and they both did hint at the big problems that their daughter had withstood.  Even Mary opened up a bit.  By evening’s end, they visited the home of Mary and could see it was just great for both of them.  The parents left with really great things to say about the couple and conceded that they’d missed the real abuse that Sam had undergone.  They were very happy to get their daughter back to her old form of great achievements, both in Academics and Athletics.  They were also very happy that this Professor Mary Abernathy had just taken their own Sam to be a friend and room-mate.

Mary and Samantha were quite happy ‘til they had to part in spring-time.  Mary had, years ago, decided to take a Sabbatical in old Vienna to study at the Neurological Institute where Freud had done his original work and teaching and research to formulate the principles of psychiatric science and bring bad dreams from witchcraft into modern times.  Each two years the Institute high up on hills just north of old Vienna took in two foreigners to study with the psychiatrists and psychoanalysts there.  Of course, it also gave the candidates for this two year study period a chance to explore the Austrian great countryside, the Austrian Alps and Vienna itself, the birthplace of so many things including symphonies and string quartettes, spiritual artistic originals and ancient architecture as well as all the roots of European cultures and ancient empires.  In addition, the food was wonderful and the folks were generally quite friendly.

Sam decided to move out of Mary’s house and move back home for the duration of the summer and find her own small condo on the campus of old Vassar.  Her re-union with her family was quite emotional and quite uplifting for the new improved young woman who seemed to have developed a great new lease on her own life.  Her folks were quite delighted to have a smiling daughter back home again.  She found some old friends with whom to hang and had a great time, this time, revisiting her home environment.  She met an old friend who used to be a member of the football team that had abused her badly and got along quite well with him and even dated him.  She was astounded how forgiveness was important.  She forgave them all their trespasses as they forgave her own.  There was a serious romance brewing by the time the summer ended and a life-time friendship did develop with the erstwhile football captain who was now the town’s most favourite mechanic.  He and Sam were seen about the town as real good friends with hopes that there might be a marriage to be talked about.  The friends would laugh about this but they did consider an engagement for a little while.  When the summer ended and old Vassar beckoned, they just shook hands and vowed to keep in touch.  He had a rehabbed old Jaguar which Sam had purchased to take back to school with her.  She really didn’t need a car if she was living right on campus, but the Jag allowed her to take weekend trips into the countryside or back home for a long weekend to see her family and her old friend, the quarterback, who’d made a place for her to stay at his apartment right in town. This raised a few more eye-brows and some speculations that there would be marriage in their plans.

Samantha had a problem deciding if she were a bisexual.  She dated and bedded several students and professors of both sexual persuasions and enjoyed them all.  She did become as comfortable with the male equipment as she had become with female sexual anatomy and physiology.  In a similar way, Mary in her Austrian adventures discovered she was just as comfortable with men as she was with women in bed and out of bed.  She found herself leaning toward men when she met and bedded a Professor of the Viennese school for Kundtslern in Vienna.  She learned a lot about the Gustav Klimts and Marc Chagalls that were hanging, here and there, and, a lot about her new friend, Herr Professor Johannes Spiegelman, a Jewish man who lived in an old apartment house, downtown old Vienna.

Mary guessed that Sam had been exploring sexuality just as she was and when they emailed it was obvious that both of them were having mixed and varied sexual experiences and where apt to laugh at their adventures.  While both of them expressed their love in no uncertain terms, they realized that this loving at a distance was not helping either one of them.  They longed to be together, once again.  Samantha planned to travel to Vienna in the summertime and this was quite exciting for them both.  They planned to hook up in Switzerland and take the Orient express back to Vienna and maybe travel on to Prague and Istanbul.  And, so they did.  Samantha flew Swissair to Zurich, where her Mary met her and they took a train to Bern.  The Orient Express came through Berne, after starting out in Bremen on the North Sea shore of Germany.  It went south through many famous cities in Deutschland and crossed the border at Basil, Switzerland, across the Rhine River.  It stopped at Berne where Mary and Samantha boarded it.  They crossed the border into Austria and travelled to Vienna.  They decided to disembark in old Vienna and met the man with whom Mary was in love.  Johannes Spiegelman was charming and he liked Samantha right away.  He had room enough for both of them in his apartment and he invited both Mary and her old friend to stay for as long as they wished until they made some other plans.  The three of them shared Johannes feather bed and got along extremely well.  The three of them decided to travel together toward Prague and Istanbul and make decisions of where to stay along the way.  It was a happy trip for all of them.  Istanbul was beautiful and full of ancient architecture and steeped in ancient history.

In Istanbul, nee Constantinople, they stayed at an old Monastery and enjoyed the co-ed Turkish baths.  They visited the ancient Troy where Helena must have been.  They travelled back to Prague and stayed there three days and enjoyed the underground crystal palaces that had been swept away when floods had hit them several years before.  The jetsetters made the night life quite exciting.  Reluctantly, they left to get back to Johannes’ apartment in Vienna and enjoyed the food and entertainment of the opera house where Mozart first produced his operas in the i8th century.  The were fortunate to see a new production of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart’s “Die Zauberflaute,” fortunate enough to occupy the Royal Box.  Our adventurous friends travelled to old Salzburg to enjoy the late summer Musikfest, where famous orchestras from around the world performed for enthusiastic crowds.  The friendly trio visited the old home where Mozart had been born, it now being a museum.  Back in Vienna,  the happy trio made reservations for the Hotel Sacher where they shared the Zinderfilet and the famous Sachertorte, a triple chocolate treat.  It was all expensive but they enjoyed the thrill of the most famous dessert in the entire world.  Johannes showed them around the Kundstmuseum where some famous paintings hanged.  He also showed them the Museum of the Empress of Austria, Maria Theresa where treasures were so breathtaking and priceless.  Mary and Samantha discovered an emancipated woman in the Empress and vowed to make her much more famous in America.  Eventually, Samantha would write her PhD dissertation on the Empress and published her findings in a book which eventually had a wide circulation in the world.  Samantha did indeed make good her promise to hold up the life of the ancient Empress as what emancipation of a women in this world could accomplish.  Samantha flew back to the USA, a happy camper with a strongly renewed friendship of her mentor, Mary.

Back at Vassar, Sam called her erstwhile quarterback and made plans to have him visit on the weekends.  They did, indeed, become engaged while not setting any definite time for marriage.  Sam finished her third year at Vassar with flying colours and spent the summer with her love in her home town at her lovers apartment.  They married at her home with all the blessings of her family.  Mary made an unexpected trip to be a witness at the marriage ceremony.  She was very happy for her former lover and wished them both the best of happiness and prosperity.

Unfortunately, quarterbacks will always be quarterbacks, no matter how the seem to be maturing.  Sam’s handsome and athletic husband still liked beer and teenage girls.  He knew how to get around them and to conquer them.  In fact, the conquesting of cheer leaders was his speciality.  Soon after marriage to her erstwhile rapist quarterback, Sam came home one weekend to discover him in bed with two cheerleaders under sixteen who were drunk and beaten up and yet forgiving as they were entwined so tightly with their hero quarterback.  Sam exploded and she demanded that the teenage girls be sent right home to their own families and told the truth about their abuse at some quarterback’s own marriage bed.  Then she got a baseball bat and hit her husband hard on his so tender balls.  Her husband screamed with pain but not as much as Sam did scream with psychic pain in having to relive the gross abuse she suffered with her erstwhile football hero.  She screamed until the neighbours called Police who tried to calm her down, but couldn’t.  They called an ambulance.  The EMTs first paid attention to the quarterback, whom they knew and much admired and then the found that Sam was quite hysterical and needed prompt attention by psychiatrists.  They took away her baseball bat and led her gently to the ambulance where she stopped screaming and then became completely silent and immobile.  The psychiatrists admitted her to keep her under observation.  They decided that she was psychotic and perhaps exhibited the signs of Schizophrenia.  Only slowly did she start moving and expressing pain of her abuse and trauma.  Her parent’s presence was quite helpful.  They didn’t call her husband but they called long distance to Vienna to make contact with her mentor, Mary.  Mary got the first plane out and was at Samantha’s side in less than 24 hours.  This helped immensely as Samantha started bawling and she told her story to the doctors with the help of Mary at her side.  The diagnosis made was acute psychosis due to very severe Post-traumatic Stress Disorder with extreme hypervigilence and extremely hateful attitudes toward her husband.  The doctors and Samantha’s parents all agreed with Mary that bringing in her husband would be dangerous to both of them.  Samantha then recovered quickly and could be discharged without a medication to her parent’s home.  Outpatient treatment was all she needed.  She responded well to cognitive and behavioural psychotherapy by expert therapists called in by the psychiatrists.  A return to Vassar as a fourth year student was accomplished.  Mary shortened her Sabbatical and was extremely supportive throughout her therapy and afterwards.  Mary’s skilled support was everything that Sam had needed to get to graduation, though her chances for being head of the class and valedictorian was not attainable.  Sam’s return to her sports’ activities was seen to be essential.

Sam achieved her sports’ highest accolades and was real proud of her accomplishments.  She was able to accept her great rewards and make a little speech about how sports helps to build one’s character and has its own rewards in later life.  Mary and her parents applauded long and hard and Sam was crying at the end of her own speech.  Mary helped her off the stage to get real loving hugs by everyone.

Samantha stayed at Vassar and she studied Sports Psychology.  She achieved her Master’s degree in Sports Psychology and went on to get her PhD.  Her dissertation was very well received and its publication was eventually bought widely as a text book for many Colleges and Universities.

THE END

© izzy sommers, md

Welland, Canada

10/10/13