“Oh my! That silver tongue of yours will get you anything you want from me. Oh Yeah. And those fingers… They’re just so… Yes,” Julia said breathing hard.
A little while later, after she’d gotten her fill of me in more ways than one, we got round to the business of the day. For Julia, it was couples counseling at our office building here in Newton NJ.
For me? It was recording a few podcasts for The Briasphere and checking my information with Microsoft 365 to make sure the January renewal goes as planned. Of course, installing Epson software in my Pennsylvania client’s Dell XPS 8900 Windows 10 powered machine so they could use it with their new ET-2803 printer was a walk in the park.
I think they’re really going to like that printer. I know that here, it’s been working like a champ for me and Julia, her having one in her study as well. The trick is to make sure that all the computers/devices stay on the 2.4 GHZ band/frequency range.
When she came home from work, she sounded tired. But… Anticipating that… Well… The delivery guy from Dominick’s was pulling right in the driveway behind her as I was walking out the front door in the rain to greet both of them.
“Go in the house,” I said kissing her lightly on my way past. “I’ve got this.”
She gave my hand a squeeze in acknowledgement and headed for the front door. I was walking in the house a minute later, leaving a rather stunned driver standing next to his car in the rain.
“Another one who’s going to need therapy, Julia. Don’t these people know that they’re worthy of a little extra now and again?” I said smiling.
“You forget sometimes,” she said tiredly. I could hear the smile in her voice as she spoke as I replied, “True. Very true.”
She was standing next to the kitchen table having just set it and, sensing the meltdown coming, I put my arms around her, giving her a squeeze. Nothing needed to be said. Even if she wanted to tell me what went on during a session, she couldn’t tell me anyway. So, I simply held her while she let go.
After dinner I cleaned up the kitchen a bit while she went into the living room and read for a while. When I came out to see how she was doing, she was out cold in the recliner, the book having fallen to one side in her lap.
After going back into my study and working on journaling and a few other things for a while longer, I checked on her again. She was still sleeping in the recliner.
She stirred only a little when I took her book and set it on the end table. “You’re fine,” I said, “I’ve got you.” And… With that I lifted her out of the recliner and carried her off to bed; gently undressing her as she slept and climbing in beside her a short while later.