I'm Not Crazy [Rayne & Richardson]
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				Title: <strong>I'm Not Crazy [Rayne &amp; Richardson]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rayne</strong> on <strong>30-05-2011, 05:48:25</strong>
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				The Robertson family… they were a very well to do clan, with plenty of prestige and money, located in California. They had two sons and a young daughter. The sons had gone on to business and medical school… and the daughter… well she was just a high school senior… but already it was clear her ambitions were nowhere near as high as that of her older siblings. While her brothers excelled at sports and academics, and stayed busy socially as well, not to mention… well Lyn (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v291/videogames64/Characters/lazy_sunday_afternoon.jpg) just seemed not to be trying at all. She got As, of course, that was to be expected… but she didn’t do sports, and she very rarely went out. She only had a handful of friends. She read… a lot, and she had a penchant for wandering the family estate and daydreaming. Her art and English teachers loved her, thought her wonderful… but her family thought her odd… and different.<br><br>And they never really liked different. Like energetic children occasionally being diagnosed with ADHD, they saw her difference as something likely wrong with her… something to be cured, before it ruined her life. So the summer after her graduation, her parents found a doctor suggested to them by a friend and decided Lynette would be sent to him for the summer weeks. Instead of vacations on the beach, she was sent to his personal practice, entrusted to his care.<br>Lynette really wasn’t happy about it… but she had never gone against her parent’s wishes, she had never rebelled. And even though she knew she wasn’t ‘sick’, even now as the family driver delivered her to the doctor she did little more than keep quiet and look out the window, fidgeting as she wondered what he might say. She hoped he would realize her family was overreacting and send her home, really she couldn’t say she expected anything else to happen but that. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Richardson</strong> on <strong>30-05-2011, 11:21:57</strong>
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				Dr. Roundabout (http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc414/rrichardson82/drsteel2.jpg) had a strange reputation but one based on remarkable successes.&nbsp; Unfortunately they were successes from long ago and recent years had been less kind to him.&nbsp; Not that he lived uncomfortably; his decision to market his therapeutic research to the wealthy and the discrete meant that he was able to charge exorbitant rates which left him enough to live well if not outrageously.&nbsp; Still, it had been some time since he had taken a case and he was wringing his hands in worry when the call came.<br><br>The Robertsons were well known to him.&nbsp; He had worked with a a girl whose parents moved in their same social circles and who gossiped shamelessly.&nbsp; He smiled at the memory of young Tara.&nbsp; She had been a somewhat rambunctious girl with a proclivity to flirt with handsome, black men.&nbsp; Her parents had seen this as a sign of derangement and sent her to the good doctor who was only to willing to break her of this socially awkward preference of hers.&nbsp; She had had spirit that one.<br><br>And now they were sending him little Lynette.&nbsp; Looking over the letter they had sent him explaining her 'abnormalities' he could only smile.&nbsp; He would cure her all right but it would be no quick and easy thing.&nbsp; Bills were due and the best course is a long course.&nbsp; Her parents would pay quite well to make sure she came back a perfect little Robertson and he would see that they paid.&nbsp; Whether she would ever come back was another question...<br><br><br>When Lynette arrived at the gates to his eccentric looking manor, she found it had a haunted, horror-movie look to it, complete with a withered tree in the front.&nbsp; Dr. Roundabout was standing int he doorway, a strange figure from a bygone day with a little smile on his face.&nbsp; Raising his arms in greeting as she exited the car he said, <strong>"Welcome to your new home."</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Rayne</strong> on <strong>30-05-2011, 18:55:31</strong>
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				Lynette looked out the window, her eyes widening slightly with alarm as the driver pulled off the main road onto a long drive way. <strong>”Um,&nbsp; driver, are you sure you’re following the right directions?”</strong> She asks, her first real word of complaint as she nervously looks back out the window at the dying tree and the house beyond it. The haunted, frightening house. Even though it was bright and sunny out, this house still looked like it should be in a horror film. It was even perched atop a small hill, standing alone on the horizon. <br><br><strong>”Yes miss Robinson, this is the place.”</strong> The man told her, pulling up to the house and stopping. Lyn swallowed, sitting back, and frowned deeply, looking troubled. What sort of therapist lived in a house like this?<br><br>And then she saw the man- and nearly screamed. <strong>”Oh gods.”</strong> She whispered under her breath, her heart racing a little with fright as she saw him, looking like a perfect casting call for that horror movie she’d thought of earlier. He was not dressed like your normal Californian doctor, all smiles and bright hair, bright teeth, bright eyes. He looked foreboding and serious… a Victor Frankenstein sort... not the sort of person she would trust. Had her parents ever even met this man? How had she ended up here? <br><br>Sadly, she knew she was stuck, though, at least until this doctor cleared her. Even more so now than before, she hoped that happened quickly. Taking in a shaky breath, she opened the car door and climbed out, forcing a smile to her lips. <strong>”Er- thank you sir.”</strong> She tells him, before turning around and accepting her bags from the driver who had just unloaded them. She had two suitcases with her, filled with her clothes and other things, such as a few books. Lyn grabbed the handles and hauled the suitcases over to the door, before pausing and holding out her hand to shake. <strong>”I’m Lyn.”</strong> She introduces herself simply. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Richardson</strong> on <strong>30-05-2011, 22:02:14</strong>
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				Dr. Roundabout grabbed her offering hand and inspected it with a severe expression.&nbsp; <strong>"Yes...hmmm...Yes indeed, I begin to see the problem.&nbsp; Right then!"</strong>&nbsp; He dropped her hand and turned around, making his way into the house.&nbsp; <strong>"Leave your things; the servants will see to them directly.&nbsp; We have very little time and much to do.&nbsp; Come now.&nbsp; Don't dawdle!"</strong>&nbsp; His voice had an agéd elegance to it, a relic from a bygone day.&nbsp; It was hard to tell quite how old he was given his beard, bald pate and mysterious eyewear.<br><br>The inside of his house was just as mysterious as the outside.&nbsp; A grandfather clock, bigger than it had any right to be sat right in the centre of a richly appointed foyer.&nbsp; Dr. Roundabout strode through it without so much as a glance at some of the odd artifacts with which he decorated.&nbsp; He led Lynette past strange rooms and heavy doors denying her curiousity and finally came to a bare if cozy room with a window overlooking a lovely wooded area that must have been hidden by the house and the hill.<br><br><strong>"Here is where you will sleep each night and contemplate the lessons and exercises of the day.&nbsp; It is in these four walls that the true work we do will be tested.&nbsp; If you wake each morning, stubborn and unchanged, then you will return to your family and they will find something less pleasant than myself to try to bring about this cure they so desperately want.&nbsp; First you must change.&nbsp; You must be presentable and I have discerned after many years and many patients that how you dress determines how you view yourself which in turn determines your behaviour.&nbsp; So change and meet me downstairs in no less than fifteen minutes."</strong><br><br>The door shut and left her alone.&nbsp; On her bed was a box with a corset top (http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc414/rrichardson82/princess-1.jpg) and a lacy skirt (http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc414/rrichardson82/chif_and_lace_skirt_500x500.jpg).
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				Title: <strong>Re: I'm Not Crazy [Rayne &amp; Richardson]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rayne</strong> on <strong>31-05-2011, 03:55:08</strong>
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				As he took her hand, Lyn blinked, watching with confusion as he didn’t shake it, as most people would… but instead studied it, as if she’d just handed him a jar of frogs or some other such specimen.&nbsp; She was starting to think that this therapist was the one who was crazy… which didn’t bode well for her at all… especially as he ‘saw the problem’ in her hand… <br><br>Hearing him tell her to leave her things, she hesitates, then sighs and lets go of her bags, following after him as he headed inside. And… well the inside was just as hair raisingly strange as the outside. She was reminded of this movie… where the house was alive or something, and attacked people who were there for some sleep study. Sleep study… therapy… they weren’t all that different – <em>’Ok Lyn get a hold of yourself, you’re just overreacting to a weird situation’</em> She scolded herself, shaking her head and following him as he lead her past door after door that might have hidden who knows what. But…. once they reached her apparent room, she did relax a little. It was sparsely furnished, but it did have a beautiful view and was well lit. that was something at least. <br><br>At his words, she nods, though she felt rather unhappy and uncertain about the way things seemed they were going. No discussion to decide if she was crazy… he seemed to be assuming guilty till rehabilitated… And what was this about dressing differently?<br><br>As he left, she frowned after him, then sighing again went over to the bed and opened the box, her eyebrows lifting as she saw the outfit. A corset! It looked incredibly tiny… and the skirt looked nearly see through! What, did he want her to view herself as some nineteenth century whore? That was how she would look! But… he said if she was stubborn this wouldn’t go well… and her clothes would be brought to her room after this…<br><br>Shaking her head, she grimaced before slipping off her dress and pulling on the skirt. Since her bra had straps, and the corset had some padding, she took off her bra and pulled on the skimpy top over her pale bare breasts.&nbsp; There wasn’t much in her room, but there was a mirror, and she used it to see herself after she laced up the front of the corset. She looked like a total slut… but she would admit, amazingly, it all fit… and kind of made her look beautiful. Maybe if she’d been more daring, she might have been happy to wear the corset over a white blouse or something… but as if were… she felt very self conscious. She just wanted to get this over with, prove she was well behaved so he would let her leave.<br>Taking a deep breath, fourteen minutes after he left she headed downstairs. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Richardson</strong> on <strong>31-05-2011, 04:38:57</strong>
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				As she exited her door there was the sound of&nbsp; throat clearing and a gaunt man with parchment-thin skin and wearing all black like mortician lightly took her by the elbow and escorted her.&nbsp; He must have been some kind of servant but he seemed as old as dirt though his back was a straight as an iron bar.&nbsp; Through the hall and down stairs and through more and more elaborate passageways they traveled until at last they came to a grand study where Dr. Roundabout was staring out enormous french windows.&nbsp; His head turned towards them and she could see he held a silver pocket watch which he clicked, examined and then put away.&nbsp; <strong>"Excellent.&nbsp; I see you've met Withers.&nbsp; Withers sees to all my needs that need seeing to, don't you, Withers."</strong><br><br>The old man gave a slight bow and then backed his way through the doors shutting the doctor and his patient in.&nbsp; Moments ticked by slowly as the doctor observed Lynette.&nbsp; Finally, he shattered the silence, saying, <strong>"Tell me why you are here and do not presume to lie to me."</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Rayne</strong> on <strong>31-05-2011, 04:47:31</strong>
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				Hearing the sound she jumped, gasping a little before spinning around, her eyes widening as she blinked up at the thin, morose looking man who stood behind her. She would have snapped at him for scaring her like that if she wasn’t pretty much terrified of him… he looked similar to the grim reaper the way he was dressed… or like the grim reaper might have at least visited him already. Had she accidentally tumbled into a time machine or something? Everybody here was dressed so strangely… and was having her dress just as oddly!<br><br>But she didn’t get time to voice those concerns, as the man soon grabbed her elbow and started to lead her off down the hall. She grimaced, but once more didn’t fight, letting him lead her till finally they reached a large study. She stumbled a little as he let her go, then blushing straightened up and brushed herself off, though she wasn’t actually dirty. <strong>”Well, Mr.Withers should be a bit more polite.”</strong> She muttered, then frowned at his question. <strong>”And I’m here because my parents sent me. They seem to think exercising free will and being different than my brothers makes me crazy. I’m sorry I like to read, and that I’m not keen on being a doctor or a lawyer, but I’m not mental.”</strong> She tells him. If he wasn’t going to see she was normal, she’d just have to convince him of that fact herself. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Richardson</strong> on <strong>31-05-2011, 04:55:30</strong>
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				With impossible speed, he was suddenly right in front of her, her face in his gloved hand, those masked eyes peering into her own.&nbsp; <strong>"But, my dear you are mad.&nbsp; You don't know it but you are.&nbsp; It's not about free will, reading, your brothers or any of that petty nonsense that so has your parents disturbed.&nbsp; No no no, what you have goes so much deeper.&nbsp; It goes straight to the core of you."</strong>&nbsp; He emphasized his point by jabbing her right beneath her neck with his finger.<br><br>Twirling away, he went to a desk and began searching for something.&nbsp; <strong>"Your parents have paid me my fee but they are not my patient, you are.&nbsp; And I can tell you are completely disturbed.&nbsp; You obviously don't realize it but that's just another symptom of your madness.&nbsp; The man who raves he's Napoleon believes himself to be as sane if not moreso than anyone else.&nbsp; But I promise you, my dear, I promise you that I will...A ha!&nbsp; Found it!"</strong>&nbsp; He pulled out a little brown bottle with yellowed paper on the outside covered in a spidery scribble.<br><br>Walking up to her, he unstoppered the bottle and pulled out a little green pill.&nbsp; <strong>"A start, but not a cure.&nbsp; You're responsible for that.&nbsp; I can only show you the way.&nbsp; No open wide and say, 'Ah.'"</strong>&nbsp; He held the green pill between his thumb index finger inches from her mouth.&nbsp; It seemed he expected to feed it to her.
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				Post by: <strong>Rayne</strong> on <strong>31-05-2011, 05:14:10</strong>
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				She gasped at his movement and sputtering a protest tried to stumble back, to move away from him, but before she knew it he was there, holding her chin firmly, gazing upon her like a little critter he’d just caught. Her heart was racing, and her mind screamed to run. She didn’t like this man, she didn’t like him one bit. <strong>”I am not mad, you’re the crazy one.”</strong> She spat back at him, unable to believe what he was saying to her, wincing as he poked her neck. <br><br>When he finally let her go, she took several steps back, watching him warily now as he looked through his desk. <strong>”I don’t think I’m napoleon, I don’t think I’m anybody but myself, Lynette Robertson.”</strong> She tells him firmly. This was utterly ridiculous! What had he seen her do&nbsp; that would make him think her mad? Nothing had even happened yet! Seeing the brown bottle she clenched her hands at her sides, really feeling worried now. She didn’t expect him to start drugging her… therapists usually only did that when it was really needed… and he wasn’t even telling her what these drugs would do. <strong>”No, I want to call my parents.”</strong> She tells him, standing firm now as she decided she’d had enough of this. Even her parents would let her leave when she told them about this man. They’d probably find a way to have him arrested. As he held the pill up to her lips she stepped back again and turned her head aside stubbornly. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Richardson</strong> on <strong>31-05-2011, 05:52:46</strong>
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				The green pill hung in front of her like an ominous star.&nbsp; For what was a terrible eternity of still silence, he held it in front of her until finally he put it back in the bottle and reached for an antique phone with an ivory handle and an honest to goodness dial.&nbsp; <strong>"Very well, call.&nbsp; You're not a prisoner.&nbsp; I've been paid.&nbsp; Have them come back for you.&nbsp; Let them decide what is best."</strong>&nbsp; His face was inscrutable beneath his goggles and his lips betrayed nothing.&nbsp; No anger.&nbsp; No fear.&nbsp; Nothing.&nbsp; After a moment his quirked an eyebrow.&nbsp; <strong>"Well?"</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Rayne</strong> on <strong>31-05-2011, 05:57:12</strong>
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				Lyn would admit… at first she almost didn’t believe him. He was going to let her leave, just like that? But… well who was she to question it? She was only too happy to get the hell out of here. Taking the phone, she tried to press the numbers, pausing half way through as she realized this wasn’t even working… she had to spin the dial… this place was so weird! <br><br>After a moment or two, she finally figured it out and called her parents. Holding the phone close to her ear, she hoped they would pick up and listen to her. She was their youngest child… they had to care enough to take her home. No parent would leave their child in the care of such a strange man. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Richardson</strong> on <strong>31-05-2011, 06:07:44</strong>
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				An annoyed voice picked up at the click, <strong>"Yeah hello?"</strong>&nbsp; It was her older brother.&nbsp; Irritated, he called their folks to the phone who listened to their daughter's concerns and complaints in a strained silence.&nbsp; When she had finished, she could hear them muffling the receiver and conferring before they returned.<br><br>Her father spoke first.&nbsp; <strong>"Hon, you really need to give this a better try than half an hour.&nbsp; We know it's scary and sure things may seem odd but it's for the best."</strong><br><br>Chiming in next was her mother.&nbsp; <strong>"Really, Lynette, you have to have more patience.&nbsp; This is a long process and there's bound to be some bumpiness but you're going to come out the other end so much happier.&nbsp; Don't you want to be happy."</strong><br><br>Their tones got more strained, more frantic, angrier.&nbsp; <strong>"Listen up, we've paid Doctor Roundabout a lot of money to look into what's wrong with you and you're not coming back until he says so, do you hear me?"</strong><br><br><strong>"You're going to be so pretty and happy and perfect and everything will be wonderful!"</strong><br><br><strong>"Don't call us again."</strong><br><br>Click.
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				Post by: <strong>Rayne</strong> on <strong>31-05-2011, 06:15:31</strong>
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				Lyn couldn’t believe it… she told them about the skimpy outfit she was forced to wear, the appearance of this strange doctor, and the fact that he was about to FORCE medication on her that she didn’t even know the type of… and they just told her to be more patient? To give it a chance?... Her brother and her parents both didn’t even sound like they could be bothered to listen to her, much less care.<br><br>And then they started to get angry at her. She tried to defend herself, to tell them she was happy… but they didn’t listen. They told to stay… and not to call back.<br><br>By the time they hung up, she looked like she was about to burst into tears. The phone clattered from her hands and she wrapped her arms around herself, tears welling up in her eyes. She called them, begging for help and understanding. She hadn’t really thought they considered her crazy until this moment… this moment when they ignored her pleas and told her to listen to a clearly deranged doctor. Crying softly, she wasn’t even sure what to do now. She wanted to go home, no she wanted to go to a friend’s home, and never see her family again. She just knew she didn’t want to stay here, that was for sure. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Richardson</strong> on <strong>31-05-2011, 06:20:57</strong>
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				Dr. Roundabout had been standing still for so long during that entire exchange it was easy to forget he was there but there he was.&nbsp; With an impassive voice he began to pace and to lecture. <strong>"What you're feeling right now.&nbsp; This sense of abandonment, of betrayal by those you hold most dear is yet another sign of your underlying pathology.&nbsp; Your immediate reaction will be to lash out an imagined tormentor, most likely someone in authority.&nbsp; Someone close by."</strong>&nbsp; He paused and gestured to himself with just a hint of theatricality.&nbsp; <strong>"But if you truly wish to be well...if you truly want to find some semblance of peace and wholeness, you will resist those urges.&nbsp; You will show yourself to be more than a rat, cornered and hissing.&nbsp; Instead, you will face your fears, overcome them and by doing so, become cured."</strong><br><br>As if it were an embodiment of her fears, he slowly pulled out the green pill and held it out yet again.
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				Post by: <strong>Rayne</strong> on <strong>31-05-2011, 06:28:31</strong>
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				As the doctor moved, reminding her he was still there, she blinked through her tears and glanced over to him, sniffing gently as she tried to stop her crying. But she just couldn’t believe it, how cruel her own family was. She did feel abandoned, and betrayed… and like she did want to lash out. But that seemed all like logical reactions to her. Her family had just sold her off to a horror film doctor! That wasn’t ok! She wanted to scream and curse and throw a tantrum like a child. Even without being told, though, she knew she wouldn’t… she just wanted to.<br><br>Though, as he argued that behaving herself showed she was looking to cure herself… well she almost wanted to lash out simply to spite him. She didn’t want to do a thing he told her to… even if she might have anyways. Though… no matter what he said, she would not take that pill. <strong>”You never even told me what that thing does. I’m not going to take a random drug without being given a reason.”</strong> She points out to him, her words sharp, hostile in a way she had almost never been before. She was still crying, looking quite distressed over the situation.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Richardson</strong> on <strong>31-05-2011, 06:34:59</strong>
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				A smile threatened to crack out across his face at her angry outburst.&nbsp; <strong>"You're absolutely right; I didn't.&nbsp; And I won't.&nbsp; You're not acting in a rational manner so there's no reason for me to be reasonable with you.&nbsp; Would you explain to an angry child everything you did for their benefit?&nbsp; Would you try to calm a hissing cat with logical explanations as you take it to the vet?&nbsp; Of course not."</strong>&nbsp; <br><br>He straightened his back and gave her a curt nod.&nbsp; <strong>"If that is all, then you may return to your room.&nbsp; If you would like something to read, don't hesitate to ask.&nbsp; We are quite well stocked here and reading is often times the finest balm one can take.&nbsp; When you're ready to take your medicine, let me know.&nbsp; Withers can escort you back, now."</strong><br><br>As if on cue, the doors opened and Withers stood, as cadaverous as ever and ready to take her back to her little room.&nbsp; Dr. Roundabout still held the brown bottle in one hand and the little green pill in the other.
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				Post by: <strong>Rayne</strong> on <strong>31-05-2011, 06:43:30</strong>
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				<strong>”Irrational?! I’m simply asking what it does! For all I know you could be trying to poison me!”</strong> She was absolutely shocked. Was it so hard to tell her what this drug was? An anti-depressant, beta blocker, anti-anxiety. She understood those terms, she wasn’t an idiot. And yet he was comparing her to a child, or a violent animal! Ironically enough… it was these comparisons, and his treatment that was actually driving her to react so violently. <br><br>And now he was dismissing her. She didn’t want to go back to her room… but well it was better than being here, she figured. <strong>”Fine, but don’t expect me to take those pills ever… unless you decide to tell me what they are.”</strong> She tells him,&nbsp; before turning and walking over towards Withers, sure once she neared him he would probably grab her arm again and lead her back to her room. As she passed the doctor and the green pill in his hand she grimaced and seriously felt the impulse to curse him out, or knock the pill from his hand… something violent and shockingly unlike her. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: I'm Not Crazy [Rayne &amp; Richardson]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Richardson</strong> on <strong>31-05-2011, 06:52:25</strong>
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				Withers escorted her back to her rooms past all the curious and hidden chambers of this odd manor.&nbsp; From her room she could see out to the little woods which had more of a sinister feel to them.&nbsp; Old and strange books had been left by her nightstand.&nbsp; A lot of old fairtyales and out of date scientific treatises.&nbsp; Not exactly light reading.<br><br><br>Back in his study, Dr. Roundabout was feeling pretty pleased with himself.&nbsp; So much so that he popped the green pill right in his mouth.&nbsp; <em>Minty</em>&nbsp; The mysterious pill trick was one he learned early on and found to be such an excellent start to these proceedings.&nbsp; As the innocuous sugar and food colouring dissolved on his tongue, he began making notes.&nbsp; He wouldn't have said he was surprised at her family's response but the severity of it had taken him aback.&nbsp; Not that he could blame them.&nbsp; A thoughtful, intelligent girl with a mind of her own and precious little ambition was practically a monster in their world.&nbsp; No place for her but to be driven out with torches and pitchforks.&nbsp; The Doctor knew a thing or two about monsters...but that would come later.<br><br>That reminded him.&nbsp; He rang a bell and Withers appeared.&nbsp; <strong>"Our guest's things.&nbsp; Are they still packed outside?&nbsp; Take them to the incinerator downstairs.&nbsp; She won't be needing them."</strong>&nbsp; That was settled then.&nbsp; Now...we wait.
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				Post by: <strong>Rayne</strong> on <strong>31-05-2011, 07:01:08</strong>
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				When she was returned to her room, Lyn just stood there after the door shut, not even sure what to do with herself. She felt alone, scared, and helpless. Perhaps, given time, in this situation, depression really wouldn’t be too far off… or maybe she was being overdramatic. No, she had been outcast from her family… that wasn’t some little thing…<br><br>Sighing heavily, she shook her head, then paused. Where were her bags? Surely, they should have been brought up by now…&nbsp; she noticed a closet and went over to open it, hoping her things would be there… but she just saw a few more corsets and skirts… she bit her lip and shut the doors, hoping the bags would be delivered soon. Looking out the window, she saw it was getting&nbsp; a touch darker, the sun starting to set. The forest did seem more frightening… or maybe it was her mood. Lyn turned from the window, and finally noticed the books. Brothers Grimm fairy tales… Hans Christen Andersen… an odd collection to be sure, but not unfamiliar to her, at least, not by name. She walked over, picking up the Brothers Grimm book and flipped through the illustrated pages with some curiosity.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: I'm Not Crazy [Rayne &amp; Richardson]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Richardson</strong> on <strong>31-05-2011, 13:05:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As old fashioned and arcane as this house might have been, there were a few modern amenities.&nbsp; Dr. Roundabout sat at his desk, pushed a hidden button and watched a monitor imbedded in the surface wink to life.&nbsp; It showed, in astonishing clarity Lynette's room and its occupant.&nbsp; She seemed to be enjoying some of his reading material.&nbsp; Checking the archives, he smiled to himself when he got to the footage of her changing.&nbsp; She really was quite lovely, certainly the prettiest and most wholesome girl he'd ever been given charge over.&nbsp; He watched her as she unclasped her bra and freed those pale breasts.&nbsp; Licking his lips, his mouth still tasting of mint, he decided he was really looking forward to the rest of their sessions together.<br><br>As the sun set, a knock came to Lynette's door and Withers announced that dinner was to be served if she would be so kind.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: I'm Not Crazy [Rayne &amp; Richardson]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rayne</strong> on <strong>03-06-2011, 03:31:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lyn didn’t have much else to do but read. She would have unpacked and changed, but her clothes continued to be missing in action, for who knows what reason. Honestly, she could have easily carried her own things upstairs by now. What could be taking so long? After all, she would have liked to read her own books she had brought… but she supposed reading Hansel and Gretel and some of the other old stories within this book wasn’t too bad. The stories didn’t really help her feel at home, here though… in fact as it grew dark out she felt even more unsettled, as the forest outside seemed even more sinister in the dark. <br><br>But she knew she was being silly, the forest was the least of her concerns. The only real concern to her was this insane therapist trying to drug her. <br><br>Hearing a knock Lyn set the book aside and went up to answer, nodding when Withers announced dinner. <strong>”Ok, but I can walk there on my own if you lead the way, you don’t have to pull me along.”</strong> She tells him, wanting to put an end to that practice as soon as possible. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: I'm Not Crazy [Rayne &amp; Richardson]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Richardson</strong> on <strong>03-06-2011, 03:51:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Withers gave her an earnest bow and soon they were off into the maze of hallways with their twists and turns that led them down and eventually into a magnificently-appointed dining room.&nbsp; Chandeliers hung from the ceilings, gleaming a legion of candles burning each in their elegant sockets while a long table rested underneath.&nbsp; At the far end was Dr. Roundabout, standing behind his chair while a place setting was waiting for her at the opposite end.&nbsp; Almost shouting, the doctor said, <strong>"I hope you enjoy the first of many meals here.&nbsp; It will be an absolute delight to serve you from my humble larder."</strong>&nbsp; He rang a bell and sat while Withers offered Lynette her chair.<br><br>The meal was remarkably good.&nbsp; A delicious soup of subtle spices and creamy consistency was brought first, tasting of olives and lamb.&nbsp; Next was a salad absolutely drenched in a tangy vinaigrette and small chopped up almonds.&nbsp; Finally a chicken pasta was served with tart sundried tomatoes.&nbsp; Dr. Roundabout ate in silence, still wearing his odd little goggles and sipping occasionally from the glass of white wine that sat at his end.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: I'm Not Crazy [Rayne &amp; Richardson]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rayne</strong> on <strong>03-06-2011, 04:19:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Seeing he wasn’t going to drag her away again, she relaxed and followed, a few steps behind him. She would admit, even after several days she doubted she would be able to find her way from one room to another. She hoped, though, that she wouldn’t be here so long. There had to be a way out… there just had to be. Maybe she could call a friend, or an aunt or something to talk some sense into her own parents.<br><br>Shaking her head, she sighed, deciding she’d just rather not think about her family right now. A few moments later, she walked into the dining room, and was distracted from her thoughts by the sight of the room. It was filled with so many candles overhead, reminding her a bit of the great hall from a certain popular magic series. It was probably the first observation of this place that made her possibly like it… but unlike said Great Hall… this one was certainly missing occupants. It was just her and the doctor… and Withers at the moment.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>His larder… he really did seem old school, she thought with a small frown before taking her seat at the opposite end. <strong>”Do you entertain a lot of people here?”</strong> She asked, wondering at the size of the table. She almost ad to shout as well, which made her feel rather awkward as they began their meal. Even though they were facing each other, she really felt more like she was alone as she ate. She would admit, the food was good… but she couldn’t get over the awkward silence and the awkward set up… not to mention she still felt uncomfortable wearing this outfit about. Which reminded her – <strong>”Doctor, I’m not sure what’s the cause, but my luggage hasn’t been brought to my room yet. Could you have somebody send it up? Or really, if its so much trouble I can go get my things myself.”</strong> she tells him. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: I'm Not Crazy [Rayne &amp; Richardson]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Richardson</strong> on <strong>03-06-2011, 05:45:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Dr. Roundabout ate with a smile.&nbsp; <strong>"I have certainly hosted larger groups, it's true but I enjoy using it with any of my guests.&nbsp; I find it lends a degree of class to what can otherwise be a dreary affair."</strong>&nbsp; He ignored her request for her luggage and instead said, <strong>"This meal is truly remarkable.&nbsp; I've had some truly terrible cooks in the past but my current one has really earned her keep.&nbsp; I don't know what kind of help you're used to but I find that when you have good staff, it truly makes a home run smoothly.&nbsp; Withers has been an absolute godsend, I can assure you."</strong><br><br>As he ate and drank and rambled, he smiled.&nbsp; While the green pill was harmless, the food she was eating and the wine she was drinking had been laced with various pharmaceutical drugs designed to lower inhibitions and heighten sexual arousal.&nbsp; It should make things a lot more interesting for the two of them.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: I'm Not Crazy [Rayne &amp; Richardson]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rayne</strong> on <strong>05-06-2011, 21:05:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lyn frowned, noticing his avoidance of her latter question. What was going on here? Was he keeping her things from her for some reason? Why would he do that? They were just clothes and some books… oh shit… and her cell phone. Was he trying to keep her from calling out again? She had planned to do so, to see if a friend would save her… apparently she was out of luck for that idea. Sighing, she went back to eating. At first she felt fine… but as the meal wore on she was thinking less and less, her mind drifting to the most random thoughts. Like as he mentioned good staff… she didn’t think about a cook or butler… but her parent’s pool boy… he’d been attractive as hell… the first guy she’d ever kissed in fact, and one of the few. <br><br><strong>”Why do you wear those weird glasses?... And dress like that?”</strong> She suddenly asked half way through the meal. It was a question she would normally never ask, she knew it was rude. She just didn’t really think about it this time. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: I'm Not Crazy [Rayne &amp; Richardson]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Richardson</strong> on <strong>06-06-2011, 02:01:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				At her impromptu question, Dr. Roundabout set his fork down and steepled his fingers, their tips just touching.&nbsp; <b>"Well, my dear, it's what I said before about presentation.&nbsp; How we dress determines not only how the world sees us but how we see ourselves.&nbsp; Dressed as I am, I embrace the role of doctor to its logical conclusion.&nbsp; I am more than a mere diagnoser of ills and source of remedy; I am a scientist, a gentleman scientist even.&nbsp; Such as were seen when science was a dark and mysterious thing, approached with equal part curiousity and fear.&nbsp; The modern world with its labcoats and sterile, fluorescent lights does nothing to celebrate that pioneer spirit so I keep myself in these surroundings and dress to embrace it!&nbsp; As for you, dressed as you are now, I can take you for a sophisticated, mature woman with needs and desires beyond those expected of you by your family and friends.&nbsp; How do you see yourself?"</b>&nbsp; It was obvious the drugs were having their impact.&nbsp; He was excited at just how she would respond.&nbsp; This part of the treatment was always very touch and go and revealed much about the patient.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: I'm Not Crazy [Rayne &amp; Richardson]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rayne</strong> on <strong>06-06-2011, 05:59:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Listening to his explanation she frowned softly. She would admit, she thought he sounded even crazier now… and she might have told him that. She would have said he looked strange and foreboding, and his outfit only made her think he was clinging to a long past era, and an era known for medical experiments that were far from ethical, at that. Which wasn’t really an ideal he should cling to. <br><br>But as he mentioned her outfit she blushed, her attention called back to how she was dressed… and more than that, also how her body felt at the moment… for it had started to feel different. Her skin felt warm… and she was extremely aware of how tight the corset was against her breasts. Her breasts felt almost swollen, sensitive. Her nipples tingled and ached. She had felt feelings like this before, with the before mentioned pool boy… and a guy she’d also had a thing with at school. She felt aroused... which was ridiculous. Shaking her head, she set her drink down, her hand shaking. She found the doctor about as arousing as a hippo. But she knew what she felt. And now she felt confused.<br><br>He had asked her a question though. She decided to ignore how she felt and focus on that, shrugging as she thought about it. <strong>”In this outfit, I seem like I’m asking for it. Only sluts and teases dress like this, and its degrading to women… not to mention improper. Really… it makes me see you as some sort of perv having me dress like this.”</strong> She tells him very bluntly. Part of her did feel sexy… but she didn’t <em>want</em> to feel sexy, not around him. <strong>”I asked you earlier, what happened with my luggage?”</strong> she enquires once more, clearly expecting a real answer this time. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: I'm Not Crazy [Rayne &amp; Richardson]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Richardson</strong> on <strong>06-06-2011, 06:50:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Roundabout stood up and turned away from her, one arm bent behind his back in thought.&nbsp; Turning back suddenly he said, <b>"You told me about the clothes and about me but you said nothing about yourself.&nbsp; Don't think you can distract me; you can't lie to me."</b>&nbsp; He slammed both hands down on the table, rattling the utensils and turning that alien gaze upon her so the distance between them seemed to vanish.&nbsp; <b>Dressed like that, how do <i>you</i> feel?"</b><br><br>While his expression was one of dead seriousness, inside he was grinning madly.&nbsp; From the way she breathed, the flush of her skin, he could tell she was indeed having the appropriate reaction.&nbsp; She was resisting which was to be expected but she could only resist so far.&nbsp; From behind his goggles, he allowed his eyes to trail over the exposed curves and pale skin.&nbsp; She was by far the loveliest patient he had and he was looking forward to seeing her wilder side.&nbsp; Patience...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: I'm Not Crazy [Rayne &amp; Richardson]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rayne</strong> on <strong>06-06-2011, 07:15:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She was the one distracting him?! He still didn’t answer her about her luggage! What was going on here? She scowled- but as he slammed his hands down on the table she jumped in her chair, gasping as her eyes widened in alarm. At that strange gaze she shrank back, looking scared and unsettled. How did she feel? <strong>”I want to go home, that’s how I feel.”</strong> She tells him. There was no way the clothes were making her feel aroused, after all… she didn’t know what made her feel this way, she just knew around him it was a way she didn’t want to feel. <br><br><strong>”Why do you care how this outfit makes me feel? It’s meant to make me think of sex… I get that… but if you think it’ll make me think of sex with <em>you</em> you’re delusional.”</strong> She tells him, getting to the point. Lower inhibitions for her seemed to roughly translate to a level of rudeness she normally would never dream of, speaking her mind for once. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: I'm Not Crazy [Rayne &amp; Richardson]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Richardson</strong> on <strong>06-06-2011, 07:25:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He stood back and again, folded his arm behind his back.&nbsp; <b>"Excellent.&nbsp; Real honesty at last.&nbsp; Now let's get to work."</b>&nbsp; With those words, he strode out of the room through a door that had been hidden in the wall,&nbsp; leaving it open for her.&nbsp; The adjacent room was very different from the rest of the house.&nbsp; Everything seemed much more modern, sleek and bare with flat services and shining steel glinting.&nbsp; There was a large desk with a single sheet of paper on it and a black fountain pen lying diagonally on it.&nbsp; Across from the desk was a simple black chair.<br><br>Roundabout seated himself at the desk and waited to see if Lynette would follow.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: I'm Not Crazy [Rayne &amp; Richardson]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rayne</strong> on <strong>07-06-2011, 04:12:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lyn blinked, surprised at his sudden change in attitude. For a moment she just sat there, her mouth open without a word coming out as she watched him leave. Well… what else was she supposed to do but get up and follow? Slowly, she got up and walked across the room –aware of how the corset pressed to her breast and her thighs brushed each other as she did so- and followed him into the next room. Even more surprisingly than anything else… this room was completely modern, unlike the others. She looked around, taking it all in, then seeing the desk and chair hesitated before walking up and taking a seat, as it seemed she should. Sitting across from him, she met his gaze, frowning. <strong>”So what sort of work do you want to do right after dinner?”</strong> She asked with clear confusion. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: I'm Not Crazy [Rayne &amp; Richardson]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Richardson</strong> on <strong>07-06-2011, 04:23:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<b>"The fun kind."</b>&nbsp; He slid the paper and the pen across to her and then leaned back.&nbsp; <b>"Where do you want to be in six months?&nbsp; In a year?&nbsp; Just what precisely do you want from your life?"</b>&nbsp; The paper was completely blank and the pen sat with a quiet potentiality.&nbsp; As he watched her, he suppressed a smile.&nbsp; The drugs would really be kicking into her system any time now, the little flashes she had been feeling a mere prelude to what awaited her.&nbsp; His eyes watched her as she sat there, drinking in her raven locks as they tumbled down across her pale shoulders.&nbsp; He wondered just what those shoulders would taste like, how firm her skin would feel beneath his teeth.&nbsp; The thought of it began to arouse him greatly and the knowledge of just how revolted by him she was only made him more excited.&nbsp; It was going to be a fun chase and he didn't mind cheating.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: I'm Not Crazy [Rayne &amp; Richardson]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rayne</strong> on <strong>07-06-2011, 04:30:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As he slid the paper and pen over she picked them up and looked down at the blank page. <strong>”Do you want me to write down my thoughts, or tell them to you?”</strong> She asked, before shrugging. It seemed silly to write when he was right across the table from her. Looking up, she thought a moment. Six months was easy. <strong>”I’ll be at college in six months… assuming you let me leave here by then.”</strong> She added with a sarcastic note. <strong>”And a year from now, I’ll have an actual summer vacation, the beach or something, maybe the mountains. As for my life, I like music and art, and&nbsp; writing, so something to do with all that I suppose.”</strong> She tells him. With the question answered, her mind drifted. Six months… college. She’d be a freshman in a new place, away from her parents who thought her crazy. She’d visited the college she was going to attend… there were some hot guys there. She started to think of the parties and such held at college… she wasn’t really the party type, but her mind drifted to them anyways… to having fun with those college guys she’d seen while touring. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: I'm Not Crazy [Rayne &amp; Richardson]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Richardson</strong> on <strong>07-06-2011, 04:41:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He noticed her drifting off and pressed in on the point.&nbsp; <b>"Something's on your mind, I can see.&nbsp; Would you care to share with me what it is?&nbsp; If indeed, you wish to be out of her in six months, the sooner we can open up to each other, the better.&nbsp; Resistance is the one thing that stalls recovery.&nbsp; It's your decision of course."</b>&nbsp; Leaning back, he crossed his arms and tugged on his beard in a scholarly manner.&nbsp; Meanwhile, the heat in the room was slowly being turned up and little beads of sweat were starting to form on her brow.&nbsp; He took note of her shifting mannerisms, the way her body language was changing.&nbsp; It was an excellent indicator of just what was actually going on in that little noggin of hers.<br><br>A part of him began to worry.&nbsp; She was showing a great deal of willfulness, more than almost any other patient.&nbsp; He'd had patients who were more violent, more panicky, but her resistance showed a lot more confidence, much more certainty in her sanity and in what she wanted.&nbsp; While it made things a little more tricky, it also meant she would show real fire once she came over to his side.&nbsp; The prospect was absolutely riveting and he gazed at her, awaiting her response.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: I'm Not Crazy [Rayne &amp; Richardson]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rayne</strong> on <strong>11-06-2011, 05:55:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lyn blushed as he noticed her thoughts drifting and quickly shook her head. She had no intention of telling this strange man about… well about her fantasies! The very idea made her blush, her stomach flipping as her pulse quickened.<br><br>But then he mentioned that… well if she wanted to leave, she had to open up to him. It seemed ridiculous, more like blackmail to get his way than an actual cure… especially since she considered herself quite healthy. <strong>”Um, it wasn’t much really. I was just thinking about college, being on my own for the first time, away from my family.”</strong> She explains, shrugging, before reaching up and rubbing a hand along the back of her neck, feeling sweat trickling down her shoulder blades. It was really very hot in here, she started to notice. She bit her lip, then sighed, knowing she might need to add more to her answer. <strong>”I was thinking about my college’s reputation for some pretty crazy parties. I’m not the party type, but I know that’s probably the quickest way to make friends in a new place.”</strong> She adds, looking at him, wondering what he was thinking. With those strange, unnerving glasses on she couldn’t even tell what his eye color was, much less what he might be thinking of her. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: I'm Not Crazy [Rayne &amp; Richardson]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Richardson</strong> on <strong>11-06-2011, 06:35:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He gave her a warm smile, full of fond reminiscences. <strong>"Ah, yes.&nbsp; I, too remember the heady days of my early academia.&nbsp; University can be such a tumultuous time; so many opportunities to experiment.&nbsp; To misbehave.&nbsp; Did you misbehave, Lynette?"</strong>&nbsp; The question was asked very neutrally without any licentious weight behind it.&nbsp; When he said her name, though, there was a kind of electricity in it, a strange intimacy he had not shared with her.&nbsp; Hearing her name in his mouth was a truly unique experience.&nbsp; It demonstrated, if nothing else, that he at least could view her as something approaching a human and not just some nameless patient.<br><br>Dr. Roundabout was very careful about how he addressed his patients.&nbsp; Normally, he used patronizing little non-names like 'my dear' to belittle them and put them almost in an infantile state of mind.&nbsp; When being stern, he would often use their last names, creating a chilling formality between the two.&nbsp; But on occasion, he would use their first name when he really wanted to make a kind of emotional emphasis.&nbsp; Now was such a time as he felt she was growing more susceptible, both to he drugs and to his own behaviour.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: I'm Not Crazy [Rayne &amp; Richardson]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rayne</strong> on <strong>11-06-2011, 06:46:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She blushed even more at his question, meeting his … well not his gaze. For a moment her befuddled mind though ‘if it weren’t for the weird glasses and outfit he might almost be attractive’ but then she shook her head and looked down, fidgeting. <strong>”I haven’t been to college yet.”</strong> She pointed out. But then a moment later… she shrugged. <strong>”My family had a pool boy, somebody who came by to measure the chlorine and stuff… we kissed a few times out in the guest house… or… we kissed a lot. Did some other things, never had sex though.”</strong> She admits, thinking a moment more. <strong>”But there was a guy at a cousin’s wedding last winter, he was in college, he had this interesting cream that made everything… tingly… and warm… and we snuck off to his car after the ceremony.”</strong> She wasn’t sure why she was even sharing all this stuff… it was just pouring out of her. Things she’d never told her parents. <br><br>Everybody thought she was this quiet innocent girl, and she was… but, well, when guys showed interest in her she was never very good at saying no. She got swept up in the romance, in the moment… luckily after the pool boy she’d started birth control, gotten her mom to think it helped with acne and cramps. So she wasn’t reckless… she just liked having sex. Who wouldn’t? Looking at him, though, she suddenly laughed a little. She just couldn’t imagine him as a college frat boy, or whatever. Certainly not somebody who had ‘heady college days’ as he described them. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: I'm Not Crazy [Rayne &amp; Richardson]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Richardson</strong> on <strong>11-06-2011, 06:58:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He was silent while she spoke, giving her the opportunity to search out her own feelings and memories and letting them gush forth uninterrupted.&nbsp; It was quite revealing; it seemed she wasn't the little untouched flower her parents assumed her to be.&nbsp; Young women were surprising like that.&nbsp; <strong>"Tell me more about this boy and his car at the wedding.&nbsp; Describe for me just what you two did."</strong>&nbsp; He was genuinely curious but more than that, he wanted her to think in terms of her sexuality and to feel more and more like a sexual creature.&nbsp; Sex could make someone feel vulnerable and powerful at the same time and Dr. Roundabout found that by loosening the restraints that suppress and control the sexual natures of his patients, he could unlock not only their true, inner selves but turn their libidinous urges against them and make them much more pliable to his all-too-natural desires.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: I'm Not Crazy [Rayne &amp; Richardson]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rayne</strong> on <strong>11-06-2011, 07:09:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She just kept blushing, brighter than a tomato. A little voice in her said she needed to stop talking, to stop sharing these things. Talking about sex while dressed as she was… well it was downright dangerous. It was as if she was asking for him to look at her sexually, begging for it… but her mind wasn’t working that way. His words made her think about things… and as she remembered things she couldn’t help but to speak. Her own nipples perked up even more, as the memory came to her. <strong>”He put that cream on my nipples, made them feel… amazing, and then sucked on them. I was straddling his hips, felt his hard member against my thighs… We were sitting in the back of his car… it was a convertible, open top. Everybody was at the party… I think a waiter might have seen us… or maybe a cousin. I’m not sure.”</strong> She shrugged, clearly it didn’t bother her too much. She’d also had a touch to drink at the wedding… like tonight. Oops.<br><br>She shook her head again and smiled a little. <strong>”After that I pulled off my panties, I don’t think I ever got them back… and we did it… twice…”</strong> She blushes again and looked down again, then back to the doctor. She really needed to shut up… maybe he’d change topics soon, cause she couldn’t even think clearly enough to do so at the moment. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: I'm Not Crazy [Rayne &amp; Richardson]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Richardson</strong> on <strong>11-06-2011, 07:19:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Dr. Roundabout stood up from the desk and meandered towards her, his hands behind his back.&nbsp; <strong>Did you like it?&nbsp; Did you like being touched and kissed, sucked and...penetrated?</strong>&nbsp; As he walked, he began to remove his gloves, revealing soft, delicate hands beneath.&nbsp; He was behind her now and those hands found her bare shoulders and began to massage the tense muscles beneath, which had the added benefit of keeping her pinned to her chair.&nbsp; <strong>"Tell me how it all made you feel."</strong><br><br>The touch of his skin against hers was almost surreal.&nbsp; Despite being soft, his hands were incredibly strong and impossibly accurate in their pinpointing her areas of stress.&nbsp; They honed in the little knots of muscle and with just a few strokes and tweaks, left behind only tingling, calm flesh. He never lingered in one area too long, rubbing it raw and uncomfortable.&nbsp; Instead, his hands seemed to glide over the vast expanse of her flesh like a pianist's, finding each perfect note and playing it in a harmonious sequence.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: I'm Not Crazy [Rayne &amp; Richardson]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rayne</strong> on <strong>11-06-2011, 21:21:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lyn watched him get up, at least for a moment. When he asked his questions she fidgeted again, blushing as before. This was so awkward to talk about, why were they lingering this one subject so much? If her mind were clear, she might have started to get suspicious… but as it were she just thought again about the memory. She bit her lip, then nodded, not even noticing that he was removing his gloves.&nbsp; She should have grown nervous, watched him as he moved behind her, but she didn’t really, she almost forgot to pay attention to him- at least till he touched her.<br><br>When he did, she jumped, gasping a little, then relaxed instead as he rubbed her shoulders. Within seconds, she practically moaned, her eyes shut, as he rubbed away a sore point, then another. <strong>”Mmm that feels good.”</strong> She practically forgot who was even touching her. For how he appeared, his hands were surprisingly warm and strong, moving with confidence over her back, rubbing away tension she’d hardly realized was there. But with it gone, it felt so much better. Her skin tingled and relaxed all the more… but it also turned her on, a lot. A good massage was like that.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: I'm Not Crazy [Rayne &amp; Richardson]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Richardson</strong> on <strong>12-06-2011, 02:21:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His hands continued their work, moving them closer and closer to her chest, first rubbing her collarbone and then letting his fingers just barely graze the top of her breasts.&nbsp; They felt so firm, yet pliant and he grew more excited with anticipation further delights.&nbsp; He moved one hand to the back of her neck and began to stroke her hair, letting the black strands fall between his fingers.&nbsp; Leaning down so his lips were at the level of her ear he whispered, <strong>"You like this?&nbsp; What else would you like?"&nbsp; </strong><br><br>He could feel himself getting harder and he was happy that there was a chair between him and her back so his intentions were not completely exposed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: I'm Not Crazy [Rayne &amp; Richardson]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rayne</strong> on <strong>12-06-2011, 04:36:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>”Mmmmnn…”</strong> Another sighing moan of enjoyment, as he rubbed her shoulders, along her neck, her collarbone. She felt his long fingers brushing her breasts, her nipples were practically throbbing with desire. Oh she wished he was her age, or at least more attractive. She wasn’t sure what to do… what she was doing.&nbsp; What was he doing? This wasn’t right… a therapist didn’t act like this, she was pretty sure. Feeling him stroking her hair, teasing the tresses she found it hard to tell him to back off though. <br><br>Hesitantly, she nodded at his words, a thrill running through her as his breath brushed her ear. <strong>”I… I don’t know.”</strong> She replies. She did. She wanted to have sex… just… not really with him. Even tipsy and drugged, he still creeped her out more than anything. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: I'm Not Crazy [Rayne &amp; Richardson]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Richardson</strong> on <strong>12-06-2011, 05:20:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Without breaking contact with her, his hands moved to her temples and began to massage the soft tissue by the side of her eyes.&nbsp; He could tell that her walls were beginning to fall.&nbsp; As he rubbed the skin, he said, <strong>"Stand"</strong>, and softly pressed her skin upwards, keeping up the rhythmic pressure as she moved from her chair.&nbsp; His arms had to extend up and out to match her temples but he maintained that hypnotic circling until she was standing.&nbsp; Then his hands moved down her cheeks, across her neck and shoulders and to her bare arms which they lifted up and out and began to stroke, leaving her in a somewhat cruciform position, the chair still sitting between them.&nbsp; He nudged the chair to the side with his toe and came in closer, extending his arms behind hers until he was massaging her palms and fingers.&nbsp; By now, his body was flush with hers, the buttons on his vest cold against her naked upper back.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: I'm Not Crazy [Rayne &amp; Richardson]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rayne</strong> on <strong>26-06-2011, 05:29:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her head was swimming, her thoughts scrambled, disjointed. The feel of his fingers at her head, rubbing, distracted her and took her attention. <strong>”Oh…”</strong> She sighed, shutting her eyes, relaxing, enjoying the sensation. She slowly relaxed, let her head rest back on the edge of the chair as he continued massaging her scalp. <br><br>When he told her to stand, she hesitated, then nodded and got slowly to her feet, not even bothering to open her eyes as he continued rubbing. She felt almost sleepy, her thoughts slowing to a crawl and fuzzy. His hands were moving now… a small frown tugged her lips. This was so strange. When he held her arms up, she kept them like that, but she felt silly, and a little more confused, wondering what he was doing.<br><br>And then he stepped in, and she gasped a little, feeling the cold metal of his buttons against her bare skin, making her arms and shoulders get goosebumps all over. Her mind scrambled now, thinking she shouldn’t be so close, didn’t really want to be so close to him… but the thoughts weren’t going right. Like a rabbit in a cage, racing, but going nowhere all at once. She felt aroused, aching for more physical attention… and scared, confused, all at once. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: I'm Not Crazy [Rayne &amp; Richardson]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Richardson</strong> on <strong>26-06-2011, 05:36:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His hands continued to move across her arms until he was back to her neck and then they fell down to the front of her corset and the first bow of silk was undone, popping the corset just a little.&nbsp; Then the next.&nbsp; And the next, until her breasts began to spill out.&nbsp; He was painfully slow, taking his time and adjusting to her little noises and the tensing of her muscles.&nbsp; He brought his mouth in right by her ear and went <strong>"Shhh..."</strong> before continuing to undo all the bows until finally the corset fluttered to the floor, leaving her only in the dark skirt.<br><br>His hands went to her hips and his fingertips found the soft skin of her abdomen and began to massage the abdominal muscles, slowly moving up and up until they were just under her healthy, heaving breasts, the tips just barely grazing the soft skin of the undersides.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: I'm Not Crazy [Rayne &amp; Richardson]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rayne</strong> on <strong>26-06-2011, 06:17:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As his hands moved back in her body, she brought her arms down a little, smoothing over her skirt, fidgeting with the lace hem at her sides. She felt her corset loosen a little and her eyes fluttered open as her face flushed, realizing what he was doing now. He was undressing her, he was going to see her naked. <strong>”Um…”</strong> She bit her lip, then gasped, feeling the fabric fall and her breasts bared to him…. her nipples perking at the cooler air teasing her flesh.&nbsp; She raised her arms, about to cover herself as her body did tense. But then she froze, hesitating as he hushed her. If she opposed him, he had mentioned making her stay longer… she wanted to go to college, move on. If she let him do as he wished… maybe she would leave that much sooner.<br><br>She shut her eyes again, swallowing, trying hard still just to wrap her mind around each new thought. The reasoning was terrible, or so she’d normally see… but right now it seemed like her best bet. Let him have his fun, then she could leave.<br><br>As the corset slipped from her body, she gasped softly, tensing again as he touched her. But then he was rubbing again, massaging her once more, and her breath came out in an almost sighing moan, her body relaxing as her pulse quickened. When his fingers teased up to her breasts, she shifted, her thighs pressing together, her sex throbbing with need. Her thoughts filled with her desire, turning to only one thing now.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: I'm Not Crazy [Rayne &amp; Richardson]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Richardson</strong> on <strong>26-06-2011, 06:23:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The soft, naked hands began to move in opposite directions, his right moving up to cup her swollen breast and let his fingertips graze against her protruding nipple.&nbsp; At the same time, his left hand journeyed downwards until it found resistance at her skirt's waistband which it quickly overcame before sliding over her panties and finding the moist warmth of her sex which he ever so tenderly began to stroke.&nbsp; Both hands engaged, he whispered again, <strong>"Tell me, Lyn.&nbsp; Do you like this?"</strong><br><br>His erection was straining in his trousers, desperate to escape and join in the fun but he just breathed deeply and listened to the sounds of her body's inevitable betrayal.&nbsp; The gasps, the shivers, the little plaintive moans, all were his agents in undermining her reluctance to give in to his advances.&nbsp; As his hand appreciated the firm ripeness of her buoyant tit, he smiled to himself.&nbsp; Patience was often its own reward.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: I'm Not Crazy [Rayne &amp; Richardson]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rayne</strong> on <strong>26-06-2011, 06:37:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She thought the need was strong before… but the minute he started to touch her, it was like throwing gas on a fire. Her desire had been smoldering embers before, there but contained… but his touch unleashed it. She whimpered softly, her hands finding his arms, clenching on the fabric of his coat, not stopping his movements… but more clinging to him as he teased her sensitive flesh. Feeling his warm fingers stroking her sex she pulled in a shaky breath, her weight shifting, her thighs parted a little more as she pressed herself to those digits, her panties so thin they barely blocked the sensation of his touch. Suddenly, she wasn’t afraid of him seeing her naked. She wanted to be naked, wanting as much flesh bared to his touch as possible. <br><br>When he asked his question, she simply nodded. Her breathing was heavier, another small, almost primal whimper coming from her once more as her hands clenched tight on his arms and pressed him to her front, her breasts pressing into his one hand as much as her groin was pressing into his other. Her body practically seemed to be begging to be fucked at this point. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: I'm Not Crazy [Rayne &amp; Richardson]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Richardson</strong> on <strong>26-06-2011, 06:45:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She was ready.&nbsp; <strong>"Take off your skirt and bend over my desk.&nbsp; Do exactly as I say."</strong>&nbsp; He stopped touching her sex and instead, brought both hands to her breasts and fondled them with abandon, pinching her nipples and drawing them forward before letting them resume their original shape.&nbsp; His hands then went into her hair and pulled it back, streaking his fingers through the thick, dark tresses, allowing her ample opportunity to obey his orders.&nbsp; While she prepared herself, he did likewise, unbuttoning his trousers and finally letting his cock snake out, already hard and eager for play.&nbsp; With one hand on his cock, he put another on her naked back and let it splay out as he pushed her forward ever so gently.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: I'm Not Crazy [Rayne &amp; Richardson]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rayne</strong> on <strong>26-06-2011, 07:02:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				At his words… she hesitated but a moment –however feeling his hand move from her sex a small desperate sound of need came from her lips and her hand on that arm tightened. But then he was groping her breasts, and she moaned instead, her face flushed and her sex practically dripping with desire. <br><br>Without another thought, her hands released his arms, moving down to her own hips. Her thumbs hooked in the sides of her skirt and pushed it down. At the same time his hands were running through her hair, and she leaned her head back, her body arching deliciously as her breasts heaved forward. She heard a zipper and button being undone and then felt his hand on her back, pressing just enough to get her to start to lean forward. She’d almost forgotten about the desk, but now she turned her attention to it. It was only inches from her legs. As she bent over it, her lap was right against the edge of it. Her hands rested on the smooth surface as she bent over, her ass sticking out. She didn’t look back at him, just waited. Maybe part of her didn’t even want to look back. She shut her eyes again. All she wanted was the pleasure… at this point she didn’t care if he was the one giving it… but it still wouldn’t be much of a turn on looking up at those reflective creepy glasses of his. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: I'm Not Crazy [Rayne &amp; Richardson]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Richardson</strong> on <strong>26-06-2011, 07:08:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The panties whispered down her thighs as he removed them from the game and left her bare and exposed to him.&nbsp; Those soft fingers returned to her sex, exploring her and guiding her legs to open up just a touch as he prepared himself for her young body.&nbsp; His cock was hard and rod-straight and it easily slid in up to its head before it met any kind of tight resistance.&nbsp; Slowly but surely, he penetrated her, feeling her squeeze against the shaft and head of his cock, an unbidden gasp escaping his lips at her sheer tightness.<br><br>His hands rediscovered her breasts and played upon them while he slid in and out of her hot sex, moving in discreet little patterns to ascertain just what got the greatest response from her.&nbsp; Her mind seemed to have given way to her body's simple, natural urges and Dr. Roundabout was more than willing to comply.&nbsp; Soon he found an appropriate rhythm and he began to pound with a bit more vitality, watching her dark hair splay out across his desk, a marked contrast to her pale skin.
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