Sam has a fun, and enlightening, chat with Dr. Abernathy. She asks him how he thinks Emma has reacted to Dr. Spiner's death.
Sam looked up. The question came out of left field, surprising him. "It's got her rattled. She came in and slept with me last night. She didn't want to be alone. Just slept!" He held up his hands, though she hadn't bridled at the remark.
"It's okay, Sam. We all need a little extra comfort right now. No more than that, you understand? I know that the urge is strong, but she needs the chance to put her abuse in perspective. She loves you. She wants to be with you, but she doesn't need the distraction, and neither do you. It's only a couple more weeks. Think you can handle that?"
He exhaled in a puff. "I hope so. Got to find me some special alone time. I'll be okay then."
Dr. Abernathy grinned. "I was going to suggest that. I think you'd find it helpful."
"My doctor suggesting I jack off? Is that part of my therapy, Doc?" He chuckled.
"It can be very therapeutic. Sex is a great stress reliever. It releases all kinds of endorphins. Why do you think people get addicted to it?"
"No argument from me," he agreed. "Is this all we're gonna talk about?"
"Not if you want to discuss something else."
Sam rubbed his face, hopping up to pace the room. "How worried do we need to be about this Hempe guy? Do you think he can break in and hurt us?"
Dr. Abernathy sighed. "You asked the one question I don't feel comfortable answering."
"Level with me, Doc. I'm worried about Emma."
She stood, walking over to him, gazing up at him. "They haven't found him yet. He's very dangerous and he's a genius. He's manipulative and cagey. He knows what people want and what they will do anything to protect. He'll lie, cheat, steal, beat and kill to get what he wants."
"Is that what he did to Dr. Spiner? The lying, cheating and stealing didn't work, so he beat him to death?" Sam's face paled.
Dr. Abernathy took his hands in hers. "He's gone, Sam. He can't hurt you here."
"Are you sure? He killed someone and broke out of a lock down facility. If he got out, what's to keep him from getting back in?"
"The police—"
"No offense, but I don't trust the police to know their feet from their ass crack. What am I up against? How bad is he?"
Dr. Abernathy's face paled and she turned away. "He's the Devil himself, Sam."
"Then he'd better be careful around me," he murmured, standing straighter. "Because I'm f**king Sir Galahad and I'll beat the Devil down."
Even though it wasn't time for him to go, he turned and left. Something about the conversation felt odd. He couldn't put his finger on it, but he found it unsettling. Dr. Abernathy seemed to know more about Gerard Hempe than she was willing to admit. Had he been her patient? Maybe her lover? He didn't know, but he suspected something big lay just beneath the surface, fighting to get out.
Sam didn't head straight to the kitchen. His conversation with Dr. Abernathy had left him unsettled on more than one level. The conversation about the shoes had brought home to him just how much he needed relief. Normally, he'd have hooked up with a girl at a party, or enticed Emma to make love with him. He didn't have either of those options. Instead, he decided a shower was in order. Since locked doors were against the rules, he hoped no one would come looking for him. He needed some alone time.
The shower stung his skin, turning him bright pink. He lathered up, his hands dropping to his engorged groin. He pictured Emma wearing the pointy red shoes and a matching corset. Closing his eyes, he worked out his frustration the only way he could. Not nearly as satisfying as the real thing, he did feel a little better when he was done. The image of Emma and the red shoes stayed with him, lingering on the edges of his mind. He tried to drive it away, but it crept back, haunting him.
Gonna be spending a lot of alone time. Damn. Two weeks. I can last two weeks. It won't kill me—it will just feel like it.
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