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The Seduction
by: Stasya T. Canine


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I laughed in her face. I couldn't help it.

Really. Her question was *that* absurd.

She tried to look offended.

I gave her back her own question. "Aren't you afraid those suppressed
desires will eventually take control of *you*?"

Her response was automatic. "We're not talking about me, we're here to
discuss you."

I snorted and leaned back. "I can't see much point in going on with this
charade. Not when you've just proven you haven't been paying any attention
to what I'm saying. You're listening. But, you're not hearing what I'm
saying. You can't 'help' me if you don't take the time to understand me."

She flushed. I guess I hit home.

"What makes you think I'm not hearing you?"

I shrugged. "After all these sessions, you decided to ask *that*
question." I looked at her thoughtfully and then pointed at the tape
recorder. I slid my other hand across my throat.

She leaned back in her chair. "I don't think we're going to get any
further today." She leaned forward and turned the recorder off.

We looked at each for a long time. I finally leaned forward and placed my
arms on her desk. I rested my chin on my hands and smiled wryly. "Not
many understand me when I talk about 'Getting familiar with my dark side.'
To answer your question off the record, no, I'm not afraid those 'dark
desires' will someday get loose and control me."

I waited until our eyes met. My next words were softly spoken. "I know
they are there. I've let them loose and defeated them time and again as
part of my writing. They'll never be able to surprise me. The element of
surprise is what they need to win. That and my active cooperation. They
can't surprise me."

I shook my head sadly. "Even if there was a time when they were allowed to
manifest, they would be my tools. I will never be theirs and they know
it."

"So you admit that you *could* do some of those things?"

I closed my eyes in pain. "Yes." I opened them again. "And if you can't
say the same, you shouldn't be sitting where you are. You shouldn't be
allowed to pass judgment on those more honest than yourself."

She winced and then shook her head. "A telling blow. Now I understand why
you wanted me to turn off the recorder."

She leaned forward and studied me. "I don't see any point in
continuing these sessions. You never did need me."

I nodded. "I knew that."

"Yet you asked to see me? Then kept coming back?"

"Someone I care for insisted I seek help. That person believes that
self-knowledge has to be 'confirmed' by someone with a piece of paper
before it can be accepted as 'true'."

"You had that confirmation weeks ago." She was pushing for something.

I leaned back and sighed. I shook my head slightly and when I finally let
myself lock eyes with her again, I smiled sadly. "I've spent a lifetime
looking for a soulmate. After the first couple of sessions, I felt like I
may have found one."

"Did I?"

She stiffened and her eyes narrowed as she thought about my words. I
waited. Eventually her eyes started to get an inner gleam I'd never seen.
Those wonderful lips quirked into a smile that lit up the room and made me
want to shout for joy.

She stood up and held out her right hand. "Not many have dared to court me
in my own lair. I'm glad you did."

When I stood and reached out to take her hand she surprised me by pulling
gently on my hand and leaning forward. I responded by leaning forward as
well. Our lips made gentle contact and we forgot about the outside world.
I finally broke away and placed my hands on her desk to support my shaking
body.

While I recovered she reseated herself. "There's no need for you to
continue to see me professionally."

I sat back down. "Personally?"

She laughed. It was the kind of laughter that speaks of the loss of a
great deal of tension. "Do you think I'm going to let you get away?"

I chuckled. "No. Neither one of us is *that* kind of fool." 

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Stasya T. Canine
December 21, 2000
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