Aki-Sora:
Love Resigned
Chapter Seven:
Arrangements Made
Part Two
Nakashi Ayame had lost it all over the past months, because she had been incapable of controlling herself around her dream man, Aoi Sora. She had lost the family that she had loved and the only man that she had ever been with until that point. Her medical licenses and nursing certifications had been taken from her as well. Most of those months, she had been sitting within prison and had just been released under parole and on her own recognizance. Though she had sworn not to go within a hundred feet of him she could not get him out of her mind and had begun to stalk and photograph him as much as possible.
It was within her own personal space that she had finally broken down into tears. Those damn bastards had destroyed her various shrines to the most beautiful and effeminate male models in the world. The center of the room had been an altar to Sora and his entire being. They had even taken away her entire collection of magazines, videos, books, and figures based on her otaku hobby. At least, those that she could find and she could rebuild her altar to Sora.
After she had recovered herself and sat looking at the mess of string and thumb tacks all around her, she just recalled about where she had stashed most of her most expensive and treasured memorabilia were at. It, also, housed several of her more kinkier equipment from when she had been a younger bride and wife. She left her old house that would be sold due to her current financial situation to inspect her storage unit.
When she got to it and unlocked it, she gave a heavy sigh of relief as she smiled at her carefully arranged shelves of her remaining collection. In the center of it, stood her racks of dust-laden S&M equipment. She could remember that her husband had enjoyed using it on her, but then he had gotten busier at work and with the children as well. She began to feel lonely as she touched the items and remembered that time and not being played or in the center of his universe.
She wondered if that was why she had become an otaku like this and why she had ended up raping her most beloved and desired model. She began to sob at the thought that she had done it from her own selfish loneliness. She slumped down as she sobbed with her entire heart. After looking at her personal and private shrine room, she had desired to rebuild it all and to obtain even more items about the one that she thought that she desired. However as she looked at her entire remaining collection and the S&M gear that desire seemed to drain from her entirely.
In the days to come, she would sell her old home, the S&M gear, and her entire collection. She knew that all of this money would help her to pay for some of her financial future and the psychological treatments that she would begin. She was glad that she did have the phone number for the hospital's staff therapist, Dr. Foster.
She left her storage room and walked to a nearby friend's home. "Dr. Foster, This is Nakashi-san. I need to speak with you about starting therapy. Can you, please, return this call?"
Part Three
It was early morning when he finished documenting his latest notes on his previous day's therapy sessions. He had left the final session with Sora until last. He had not wanted to think about that young man for as long as possible, because of the thoughts that he got within his chest about him.
He went to get a cold beer from his fridge and saw that his personal cell phone had a voice mail on it from a woman that he thought that he would never speak to again. It was Nakashi Ayame and the two of them had had an affair about three years ago. They had first met up within an empty room at a hospital holiday party. For some reason in that time that they had their affair, neither of them could speak to one another about what was happening in their lives after they had touched one another's flesh.
He could feel himself blush as he returned her call. "How can I help you, Ayame? I am about to finish up and go to bed."
"Well, do you mind if I come over tomorrow morning? I'll prepare some breakfast for us. There's a lot that I need to speak to you about." She replied with a sigh of relief that he had returned her call. She was standing just outside of her friend's home as they were talking.
He looked over at his computer screen that was displaying an image of Aoi Sora upon the monitor. Then, he turned to his own disheveled sleeping outfit. He shrugged before he gave her an answer. "Actually, why don't you come over tonight? We can catch up on old times with some drinks."
"Sure, I can be there in about ten minutes." Ayame replied with a smile on her face.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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