Cooper Ferguson sat as still as a rock in his seat, arms placed in between his legs as his therapist sat opposite him in her chair. This was the second week of his mandated six months of counseling following his most recent court hearing. His face remained still and unmoving, but he was not scowling or trying to look intimidating. He was deep in thought about what to say, as their previous meeting last week hit a wall after he was asked about the attack and gave no response. He inhaled deeply, something the woman across from him took notice of but did not overreact to. At the very least, he had her full attention with the thought of trying to establish progress.
"I, uh, wanted to thank you for agreeing to meet with me again. You know, after last week and everything." Cooper said as he shifted to a more comfortable position in the mahogany brown leather seat that suddenly felt much lighter to sit on for some unknown reason.
"It's all right. Nothing to apologize for, Mr. Ferguson. I know that- "
"You can call me Cooper. Sorry for cutting you off, by the way."
The woman gave him a very reassuring smile and made a quick note on the clipboard she was holding before responding. "Very well then, Cooper. You have nothing to apologize for. This counseling is for your benefit. You are free to move at your own pace." The room went quiet again before Cooper picked up the conversation once again.
"It's just...I can't give you what you're looking for. Out of me."
"And what would that be, Cooper?"
"An answer, or at least an explanation as to why I did it. It's all anyone wants to talk to me about. Everyone thinks I'm crazy. That I had some impulse to hurt someone and just snapped. That's not it at all. I'm not violent. And I'm not angry, either. It's just...complicated. But I can't tell you why I did it. There was a reason behind it, I just can't say anything. I'm sorry." Cooper finished.
"It's all right, Mr.- I mean...Cooper. This is a process. Right now, I only want you to feel comfortable here. Nothing more, nothing less."
"Thanks. This might be the most I've said about what happened."
"I figured so." The woman looked at the time on her wristwatch and sighed. "Unfortunately, our hour is up for this week, Cooper. I look forward to seeing you next time."
"Uh, yeah. Likewise, Dr. Cauling. See you next week." Cooper stood and shook her hand with a hint of a smile on his face before leaving her office and taking in the scene.
First, he looked back at the building he'd just exited. It stood several stories tall and took up the entire city block it was built upon. Looking around at the downtown scene, there were several other buildings just like it in the surrounding area. It took him looking much farther down the street, closer to the parking garage his car was in to see the sun in full as he made the ten-minute walk without thinking. The sun was just beginning to set as he took his leave and began the drive back to his apartment which was about 20 minutes away. He used the length of the drive to try and prepare himself for work the next morning after he agreed to pick up an early shift for a few extra hours.
Cooper arrived home and took in a deep breath as he looked around his apartment. He lived in a one-bedroom space that was deceptively spaced in that it looked much bigger inside than it did standing outside, albeit in a less than stellar neighborhood.
The place served him two main purposes: it gave him more than enough ample space seeing that he lived alone and it was far enough away from where he was admitted that no one would likely find him. It had taken him almost two extra months inside Saint Rita's for the paperwork to clear, giving him a new chance at life far away from his parents' mind games and the neighborhood he now considered tainted with memories of his actions that fateful day his life was essentially ruined.
He took a seat on his small, tattered couch and began removing his clothes before he would eventually get in the shower and tuck in early to get some much-needed rest. He stepped into the shower and felt at ease as he let the cool water cascade down his tense body. He took extra time to wash everywhere, enjoying himself before he realized he was now sporting an erection.
Cooper wasn't hung by any means as his member measured at a modest 6' when at full mass, but he was far from average shape. His penis was wide and girthy, and he had been told by a woman he used to work with that he had a habit of stretching her out and leaving her sore as he jackhammered into her defenseless holes with little remorse. He chuckled a bit at her rather exaggerated but flattering description of their brief fling before he decided to take initiative and rub one out.
Cooper pictured his girlfriend Kate spread out nude on his bed, legs open and waiting for him to invade her and drive into her with his so-called signature thrusts.
After around five minutes, he felt himself inching closer and closer until he eventually came, with two decent streams hitting the wall and slowly sliding down until it would eventually reach the drain. For whatever reason, he stood and watched as the baby batter began its journey downward, picturing what it would feel like to be inside a woman at that very moment.
Cooper stood in the water for a couple more minutes after his fantasy had faded before he grabbed a nearby sponge and wiped the rest of his semen off the wall before washing himself off one more time and getting out of the shower. He wrapped himself in a towel and walked to his room where he dried and dressed in around three minutes flat. Cooper left his room and made himself comfortable in the living room with a big bowl of cereal and the remote. He turned on a comedy sketch show and let his mind wander. After about two hours he felt himself growing tired. He put his bowl in the sink and made his way to his bedroom, deciding to leave the TV on as background noise as per usual. Within five minutes of hitting the pillow, he was fast asleep.
