1 The First Session

A sudden succession of shrill rings cuts the silence, "Yes Martha?"

"Your one o'clock is here, should I send her in?" The receptionist asks, "Yes please" he answers. A few seconds after the phone call there's a knock on the door, it opens and a well dressed rather stunning woman walks in.

"Hi, Dr Prinston I assume?" She stands there slightly confused with nerves very evident, "Yes...please sit down, You must be Miss Phillips, Nuella Phillips?!" She nodds and smiles. "You don't talk much huh?" he asks, "no, but I get the feeling I'm going to do alot of that here" She replies.

"Why? I mean there has to be a reason for your lack of communication or you not wanting to talk" Another question is asked by Dr Prinston. He was doing his job, part of it was making his patients open up to him, Prinston had met all kinds of people due to his profession, he had had encounters with narcissists, lunatics, the mentally unstable and even the battered and bruised.

However unlike many of his patients this one was quite different, different in a sense where he couldn't figure her out as quickly as he could with the others. Nuella was a different type of breed, the type that left men like him intrigued, the type to spark curiosity and leave one thinking about who she was, what she was, what she did and like many other men, the good doctor had found himself in her clutches. And this showed the type of magic she had, this woman could leave you wanting more of her with just a few seconds with her.

"Lets start with why you're here? Why did you take the decision to come to therapy or at least come here?" The doctor asked wanting more of the brown eyed beauty. "Cause for the last two years I've found myself in this really big pit and try as I might I can't seem to get out. I've tried doing it all by myself and I've failed and now it's time to get my life together, get it back and clearly I can't do it alone. Hence I'm here" She told him.

"Well... You made a good decision. Sometimes people need help, that's why I'm here" He said. See unlike Nuella, Dr Prinston wasn't as daring and unlike Nuella he couldn't spot a wounded soul a mile away not unless they were in his office, talking or crying about whatever it is they were going through. Miss Phillips had this thing about her, this gift if you'd call it that, to see a person's struggles without them opening up about it and just like her, the good Doctor had some issues to take care of.

But what would soon follow would leave him scared and amazed. "Do you like your job?" Nuella asked already knowing the answer to her question, "Yes I do. I get to help people... That in its own is incredible. Why?" he counter acted with his own question, "I've met people like you before, the miserable types that sit behind a desk pretending to be content and happy with their lives when the reality is they are far from being happy or content. They seek validation from their parents, siblings or even friends. That's a messed up way to live isn't it? Living on other people's accords and not your own" She detailed.

"Lets get back to you Miss Phillips" Prinston said. See... For the first time someone had called him out on his bullshit, layed it out flat for him. Was he amazed, yes, was he scared, definitely. "You could sit on that chair, pretend to be happy, act like you're the most content human being on this earth, but I think we both know that's a lie. You're Fraud Prinston, you lack courage, bravado and unfortunately from what I'm seeing you're going to be sitting in that chair for your whole life because of your non-existent bravery" she said, leaving him in awe.

"We not here to talk about me miss Phillips. It's quite a cowardly move what you're doing, shifting the focus on me instead of you" He replied. They looked at each other for a solid minute, before he uttered the following words, "what's going on? With you that is" he asked with great anticipation, waiting for an answer. The doctor wasn't the only one on the intrigued queu, Nuella had found the man quite an enigma, a puzzle she couldn't wait to unravel.

"I scare the living shit out of you don't I?" She asked him with a big satisfying smile on her face. "Miss Phillips..." before he could finish his sentence he was interrupted by the beautiful maiden that stood before him. "Would you look at the time, I have to go but I'll be back. Perhaps we could finish this by then, you can tell me your deepest darkest secrets and I'll tell you mine. But for now... This little kitty has to go see other little kitties. Ciao for now Benjamin" she told him boldly, "You don't mind me calling you by your name do you? It's much sexier than Phillips" she said as she left him speechless and in awe.

Benjamin Phillips couldn't seem to understand what had just occurred, but for the life of it, he couldn't wait for their next session. Perhaps he was screwing himself over with this women, but he was up for whatever ride she was giving. The question though was... Could he handle it. Could he handle the viviciousness she brought, the questions she left unanswered for him, the manner in which she chose to operate. Could he handle Nuella Phillips or was he in over his head on this one.