by Carrie
Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 124
I stood there in my bone cashmere sweater, a string of pretty pearls snug around my neck, and a lovely gorgeous white lace panty waist and pretty white lacy panties sheer enough to show my bush with fatal sheer stockings precariously held by long thin garters that invited rapture and wanton pleasure. I felt wasted, vulnerable, whorish and abandoned. Worse, I felt all alone.
The doctor said, “Is that what you do at home, just stand there?” I said, “No.” “Then proceed. I told you to forget I’m here.” “That’s kind of hard.” He said, “You want me to cure you of your sleeping problem? You’ll do as I say. It’s very simple. But if you fight me, no one will be able to help you.”
I was getting scolded. “It’s just that I feel uncomfortable standing here like this.” His answer was, “Then don’t.”
I acted as bravely as I could, “What do you want me to do, then?” He said, “I told you. I’m not here. You’re at home in your bedroom. Relax. If you can relax here you can relax anywhere.”
He had a point. If I could do that here, I could relax anywhere instead of being a jumble of nerves. He said, “Act as if I’m not here.”
I thought I caught him looking at my bush through my sheer lace panties. Most girls shave themselves. I used to, but I don’t now. I always seem to have to explain myself to guys who expect a bald pussy.
I said, “I don’t shave.” He looked up at me, “What?” I said, “I trim, but I don’t shave.” “Why are you telling me that?” I said, “I thought you noticed.” He said, “Your vagina doesn’t interest me.”
I was insulted. I noticed his marriage ring. Foolishly I asked, “Are you happily married?” He said, “Why?” I didn’t bother to answer.
“Ms. Dupree. Remember, you’re in your bedroom. It’s been a long day at work. All you want to do is relax. All you want to do is go to sleep. You can pose on your own time.” If he meant to humiliate me he had.
