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Practical Insanity
Planetoid
- Joined
- Jun 7, 2014
Nicholas Winchester, as of two weeks ago, was now a fully certified psychotherapist. At the ripe young age of twenty-six, he'd gotten his degree early by testing out of high school two years early and cracking down hard on his college courses over the past several years. Though he was four years ahead of schedule with his degree, he was not exactly highly respected in the mental health community; not yet, anyway. Most people didn't get the kind of degrees that Nicholas had until they were thirty. It wasn't that he was viewed as a poor practitioner, but just that most doctors felt that he was too young to be ready for the stresses of his field. Fortunately for Nicholas, there was one local doctor that did not share that opinion.
Doctor Sally Desmond, a very well respected doctor of both psychology and psychiatry, had lectured in Nicholas's classes often and had spoken with the young man on several occasions. Though the two of them shared differing opinions on the highly controversial methods of hypnotherapy, Doctor Desmond could not deny that Nicholas was brilliant. Perhaps that is why she had given him an office in the small complex that she rented for her practice. He could pay her back later, she had said, once he had gotten a couple of clients. Imagine Nicholas's surprise when Doctor Desmond directed a small number of clients his way that very day! It was one of these clients that he was now waiting to meet.
It was a little past four o'clock on Monday evening. Nicholas was the only one left working in the complex by now with most of the other doctors having left at three. He was only still here because his last client of the day, a young woman by the name of Isabella Laude, could not be there before four fifteen. She was still a student in an all-girl's Catholic school across the city and she needed to catch the bus to his office after school. Since it didn't let out until three thirty, Nicholas had told her that he was more than happy to stay late and meet with her. After all, this was the whole reason that Nicholas had taken up this practice and studied hypnotherapy. Who wouldn't want beautiful women at the mercy of their suggestion?
Unfortunately, Isabella was only fifteen but what did that really matter? What he was planning to do was already illegal no matter how you looked at it. If she was cute enough, Nicholas would happily exploit her. All of his other clients were men anyways... Isabella was his last hope until he could stir up a couple of more clients and hope that one of them would be an attractive woman.
While he waited, Nicholas sat at his large wooden desk in the center of the office. The floors of the office were a nice neutral dark grey carpet. The walls and the ceiling were a dark beige, but there wasn't much wall to be seen between all of the book shelves full of books. The chair at Nicholas's desk was a simple black vinyl chair with four wooden legs that matched the desk. In front of the desk, forming an sort of arc before the practicing doctor, were three patient chairs - two lounges with a bed-like lounge in between them.
Nicholas, himself, seemed to match the room. He was wearing a comfortable and professional pair of black slacks with matching black shoes. He was wearing a dark grey tee-shirt which was neatly tucked into his pants and a black dress coat over top of that. Add to that a very nice black leather belt, a small pair of reading glasses, a clean shave, and a freshly trimmed hair cut and the deviant doctor hardly looked to be a threat to anyone.
Doctor Sally Desmond, a very well respected doctor of both psychology and psychiatry, had lectured in Nicholas's classes often and had spoken with the young man on several occasions. Though the two of them shared differing opinions on the highly controversial methods of hypnotherapy, Doctor Desmond could not deny that Nicholas was brilliant. Perhaps that is why she had given him an office in the small complex that she rented for her practice. He could pay her back later, she had said, once he had gotten a couple of clients. Imagine Nicholas's surprise when Doctor Desmond directed a small number of clients his way that very day! It was one of these clients that he was now waiting to meet.
It was a little past four o'clock on Monday evening. Nicholas was the only one left working in the complex by now with most of the other doctors having left at three. He was only still here because his last client of the day, a young woman by the name of Isabella Laude, could not be there before four fifteen. She was still a student in an all-girl's Catholic school across the city and she needed to catch the bus to his office after school. Since it didn't let out until three thirty, Nicholas had told her that he was more than happy to stay late and meet with her. After all, this was the whole reason that Nicholas had taken up this practice and studied hypnotherapy. Who wouldn't want beautiful women at the mercy of their suggestion?
Unfortunately, Isabella was only fifteen but what did that really matter? What he was planning to do was already illegal no matter how you looked at it. If she was cute enough, Nicholas would happily exploit her. All of his other clients were men anyways... Isabella was his last hope until he could stir up a couple of more clients and hope that one of them would be an attractive woman.
While he waited, Nicholas sat at his large wooden desk in the center of the office. The floors of the office were a nice neutral dark grey carpet. The walls and the ceiling were a dark beige, but there wasn't much wall to be seen between all of the book shelves full of books. The chair at Nicholas's desk was a simple black vinyl chair with four wooden legs that matched the desk. In front of the desk, forming an sort of arc before the practicing doctor, were three patient chairs - two lounges with a bed-like lounge in between them.
Nicholas, himself, seemed to match the room. He was wearing a comfortable and professional pair of black slacks with matching black shoes. He was wearing a dark grey tee-shirt which was neatly tucked into his pants and a black dress coat over top of that. Add to that a very nice black leather belt, a small pair of reading glasses, a clean shave, and a freshly trimmed hair cut and the deviant doctor hardly looked to be a threat to anyone.