make it from the suburb of Romeoville to downtown Chicago. The morning traffic was still heavy even at ten o’clock. When she finally made it to her destination she parked in the parking garage and began the walk to the office that she was reluctant to go to. But her husband has never steered her wrong and she trusted his every word. Her Jimmy Choo heels click clacked as she headed for the tall downtown professional building. When she found it, she looked up and saw the sunny blue sky starting to turn grey. She wondered was it a sign and thought about turning around but her dreams were becoming more frequent and her nights restless. It all was starting to affect her and Carlos’ sex life, which they both took seriously. Carlos had first bedded LaTanza when she was seventeen and he was twenty-one. She didn’t know much about sex or lovemaking—even though she was far from being a virgin. But once he gained her trust their sex life took a one hundred and eighty degree turn and she has never been with another man since. She even convinced herself that Carlos was the only man she had ever slept with—even though she wasn’t a virgin. But lately that thought process was being interrupted by past demons and hopefully the therapist could help cast them away.
LaTanza took the elevator up to the ninth floor and when she stepped off she walked toward the door that had the nameplate Dr. Judy Hoffman MD hanging on it. She gave the receptionist her name and the young woman told her to have a seat. Moments later a sandy-brown haired white woman who looked to be in her forties appeared. She paused for a moment then approached LaTanza. LaTanza noticed the hesitation and assumed the doctor probably didn’t expect her to be African American.
Dr. Hoffman took off her fashionable glasses and brushed her hair back before extending her hand. “Hi, you must be LaTanza. Carlos has told me so much about you.”
LaTanza replied, “Nice to meet you.”
“If you would just follow me into my office,” the shrink told LaTanza.
She held the door until LaTanza entered and then closed it. The office was contemporary and cozy. Lounge chairs and a couple of sofas. You could see other skyscrapers that dressed the Chicago skyline from the windows and in the background some type of soothing music was playing but was turned off by the doctor. A waterfall was on the wall and the trickling and minor splashing sound was comforting. A few large plants were strategically placed and there was no desk—the office was relaxing.
“Do you mind?” Dr. Hoffman asked, pointing to the contemporary looking curtains.
Nonchalantly, LaTanza replied, “Your place. If you think it will help, close them.”
She pressed a button on a small remote that was in her hand and all the curtains closed and the lights dimmed. She had LaTanza take a seat in the plush Italian leather lounge chair. The doctor asked a few preliminary questions and got to know her new patient a bit. At least what LaTanza wanted her to know. Then it was time to take a walk in the past—to resurrect her demons so that they could begin the necessary steps to casting them away.
After about twenty minutes of conversation, the doctor said, “Now that I have gotten to know a little about you I think that it would be best if I put you under hypnosis. Did your husband tell you about that?”
“Yes he did. I’m fine with it,” LaTanza replied. To the doctor LaTanza’s voice spoke volumes. As if she didn’t have a care in the world.
“Good. I just want to reiterate that it’s painless and I feel that it’s the best way to go because you’ll freely tell me everything and you won’t hold back moments in your life that are the most troubling, which is easy for a person to unconsciously do. So relax.”
Dr. Hoffman had LaTanza lie on the sofa and got her to relax and it didn’t take long before she was under hypnosis and back to her teenage years in the mid nineties.
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LaTanza took the elevator up to the ninth floor and when she stepped off she walked toward the door that had the nameplate Dr. Judy Hoffman MD hanging on it. She gave the receptionist her name and the young woman told her to have a seat. Moments later a sandy-brown haired white woman who looked to be in her forties appeared. She paused for a moment then approached LaTanza. LaTanza noticed the hesitation and assumed the doctor probably didn’t expect her to be African American.
Dr. Hoffman took off her fashionable glasses and brushed her hair back before extending her hand. “Hi, you must be LaTanza. Carlos has told me so much about you.”
LaTanza replied, “Nice to meet you.”
“If you would just follow me into my office,” the shrink told LaTanza.
She held the door until LaTanza entered and then closed it. The office was contemporary and cozy. Lounge chairs and a couple of sofas. You could see other skyscrapers that dressed the Chicago skyline from the windows and in the background some type of soothing music was playing but was turned off by the doctor. A waterfall was on the wall and the trickling and minor splashing sound was comforting. A few large plants were strategically placed and there was no desk—the office was relaxing.
“Do you mind?” Dr. Hoffman asked, pointing to the contemporary looking curtains.
Nonchalantly, LaTanza replied, “Your place. If you think it will help, close them.”
She pressed a button on a small remote that was in her hand and all the curtains closed and the lights dimmed. She had LaTanza take a seat in the plush Italian leather lounge chair. The doctor asked a few preliminary questions and got to know her new patient a bit. At least what LaTanza wanted her to know. Then it was time to take a walk in the past—to resurrect her demons so that they could begin the necessary steps to casting them away.
After about twenty minutes of conversation, the doctor said, “Now that I have gotten to know a little about you I think that it would be best if I put you under hypnosis. Did your husband tell you about that?”
“Yes he did. I’m fine with it,” LaTanza replied. To the doctor LaTanza’s voice spoke volumes. As if she didn’t have a care in the world.
“Good. I just want to reiterate that it’s painless and I feel that it’s the best way to go because you’ll freely tell me everything and you won’t hold back moments in your life that are the most troubling, which is easy for a person to unconsciously do. So relax.”
Dr. Hoffman had LaTanza lie on the sofa and got her to relax and it didn’t take long before she was under hypnosis and back to her teenage years in the mid nineties.
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