WitchsSmokeAaron by M. Garnet

but he did not see her muscles relax. Okay, they were on the right track, but she was not getting the answers she sought.
    “Dr. Alisandro, with the Hindus and so called ghost whisperers and people who meditated, did you ever hear of anyone actually have contact with someone, both in the illusion of a sick mind and with all other contacts, did anyone actually, really touch someone who the normal world say was not there?” She let out a sigh after that long question.
    He was shocked. This was really a first for him. He had worked for years with many types of mental problems, but with all that the mind could create, actual physical contact did not seem to be one that he had come across. He and all doctors in his field had run across patients who thought they had bugs under their skin. They heard noises and thought they saw people, ghosts, monsters. But he never heard of actual physical contact.
    “Asa, do you mean you see someone, or talk to someone on a regular basis, someone who is really not there?”
    She laughed, a low sound as she looked out at the garden. “I mean we touch. I mean he pleasures me in a way that in all the years I have never been pleasured before. I have had sex with poor men and rich men. Some were young, and some were old. I have had it from groups and from only one. I have been restrained to make a Dom happy as I had my wrists tied to each ankle, and I was stretched over bars for hours. I dressed in tight leathers and beat submissives and made them fuck me in ways they begged of me. I had sex with women so that men could watch, and I had sex with a woman because she was a friend and needed it. But in all my years, whether in boats, planes, cars, or bedrooms, I have only fucked. Now, I have had someone make love to me. Do you hear me Doc. L O V E. Someone has made love to me in a very sexual way, and he probably is not real. So where do you send me to lock me up?”
    He got up and went to a cabinet that hid a small refrigerator. He brought out two bottles of water and walked back to her to hand her one. He did this to buy time for his responses and to hope that when she took it, she would unwind a little.
    She looked at the bottle he held out for a moment, and she took it. She did unwind. She put her feet on the floor, slid back in the seat, and sank down of her tailbone to rest her head against the back of the pillow built into the chair. She held the bottle but did not open it.
    “No helpful medical answers, Doctor?”
    It was his turn to sigh. “Asa, you are a very intelligent woman. There are no magic medical answers to cure or help my patients. There is just lots of understanding and searching for the answers. You are telling me that, in your mental problem, you have actual contact with someone from your mind, and he made love to you. There are some significant feelings here. Answer me on a couple of things. Do you hear him?”
    She finally looked at him. “Yes.”
    “Do you smell him?”
    She hesitated. “I smell something, the same thing each time.”
    “You physically feel him, the same each time?”
    No hesitation this time. “I feel him. Solid touch. It is not the same each time. Sometimes it is a hand, sometimes it is his lips, sometimes it is his breath.”
    “Is it always sexual?”
    “Well, it ends up in sex, but we have been talking also.”
    “Is it in the same area of your house?”
    “No, it has been on the beach, anywhere in my house, but my outside porch near the fire pit seems to be the best.”
    “Has there ever been anyone else around, off in the distance or the chance of being interrupted?”
    Now she took time to remember. “No, we were always alone, and I don’t ever remember any chance of anyone being around.”
    “Were you asleep?”
    “No, never, although I was relaxed with my eyes closed.”
    That caused him to pause. “Did you have alcohol?”
    She thought for a while. “Maybe once or twice, but not a lot. I am not a big drinker, especially when I am