Fantasy

“How long have you fantasized about a sexual relationship with your mother, Walter?” Margaret Kelly asked. “Is that what she told you?” Walter raised his eyebrows. “That I fantasized about it?” “Is there something else I should know?” Walter hesitated. “No. No, that’s it. I fantasize about it.” He grinned. “Yeah, I’ve been fantasizing about it a lot these days.” Margaret squirmed on the chair across from his, tapping the pencil tip meditatively on the note pad. She rembered the call she’d received that morning, and the frantic sound in Patty Wayne’s voice as she’d begged Margaret to accept a counseling appointment with Walter that afternoon. Walter had seemed pretty sullen when he’d entered her home a few minutes before, and followed her into her small office in the rear of her house. Margaret now …

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