Therapy Session
By Sonofjack, sonofjackwell@gmail.com
A husband expresses feelings of inferiority towards his wife.


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Kent Clarkson is sitting in a comfortable, "but not too comfortable"
chair in his therapist's office.He's a handsome, in shape man in his
mid-thirties, but age is starting to catch up to him.He's getting slightly
soft around the middle, and he's avoiding getting a stronger pair of glasses
even though he knows he needs them.Lately he's noticed small wrinkles
beginning to form around his eyes and at the corners of his mouth, and last
week he found two gray hairs.As if that wasn't bad enough, he found them in
the sink!

This is his second session with Dr. Norton."In our last session you
expressed feelings of inferiority towards your wife," the Dr. began.

"Doc, you don't know the half of it," Kent responded with more than a
hint of despair.

"What do you think is the source of these feelings?" the doctor asked.

"Off hand?I'd say it's because my wife is vastly superior to me in
every conceivable way," the dejected patient responded.

"Be specific.In exactly what way do you feel inferior to your wife?"
the doctor inquired.

"In every.Conceivable.Way."

"Okay, let's take this from another angle," the therapist suggested.
"Let's start off by looking at you.You have a very successful career as a
reporter for one of the world's great metropolitan newspapers.You also
served as a network news anchorman at one time, I believe."

"Yes, that's true," Kent confirmed.

"You're still a relatively young man, and you look to be in very good
shape for your age.If you don't mind me saying, you have handsome features
that many men would envy."Dr. Norton pointed these facts out as if he was
compiling a list with all of Kent Clarkson's assets.Then as the pièce de
résistance he added, "And surely your wife must love you; she married you
after all."

"But you don't understand, Doc!I-I'm not the same man that she
married."

"What do you mean?" the doctor asked.

"I . . . I wish I could explain it better," Kent said quietly.He was
clearly in anguish.

"But, Mr. Clarkson, you're a professional writer and reporter.Surely
you can find the words to explain your feelings," the therapist gently
admonished.

"It's not that I can't find the words, Doc.It's just that there are
things about my wife - and myself - that I can't reveal."

"But, Mr. Clarkson . . . Kent, how can I help you if you don't tell me
the whole story?" Dr. Norton asked.

The patient looked back at his therapist.It was clear that he wanted
to open up but that he was reluctant to for some reason.After several
minutes of inner struggle Kent Clarkson bolted up in his seat and said, "I'm
sorry, Doc.I know you're trying to help, but I can't say any more."Then
without another word he quickly exited the office.

A week later, Dr. Norton was a little surprised when Kent showed up for
his regularly scheduled weekly session."I wasn't sure you'd be here," the
doctor said firmly but gently.

"I wasn't going to come, but then I remembered that you charge for
missed sessions anyway," the reporter joked.

"All jokes aside, Kent, I can't help you if you don't open up to me,"
the doctor pointed out.

"I-I know, Doc.I've thought about it, and I've decided to tell you the
whole story.Only . . . ."

"Only what?" Dr. Norton asked.

"Only . . . you have to PROMISE that what I'm about to tell you won't
leave this room," Kent said.He was deadly serious and perhaps even a little
scared.

"Certainly not!" Dr. Norton exclaimed, "The patient-therapist
relationship is completely confidential.For one thing, I could lose my
license if I violated it, and even if that wasn't the case, I wouldn't.I
take my job very seriously, Mr. Clarkson.I would never violate the ethics of
my profession that way."

"I'm sure you wouldn't, Dr. Norton, but I still have to make sure.If
what I'm about to tell you fell into the wrong hands, the information could be
used . . . . Well. Let's just say that it's a matter of life and death."

Normally, Dr. Norton would have suspected that Kent was being paranoid
and/or experiencing visions of grandeur.However, something about the way he
said the things he said convinced Dr. Norton that perhaps there was more to
this story than he suspected."Go on," he said.

Kent Clarkson began slowly, "Well, Doc, you want to know why I feel so
inferior to my wife?The truth is, I AM inferior to her.You see, Doc, my
wife is Watta Woman."

"Pardon me," Dr. Norton said, "Did you say that your wife was 'quite a
woman'?"

"No, Doc, not 'quite a woman'; my wife is Watta Woman," Kent explained.

"Watta Woman?You mean the-"

"That's right, Doc, my wife is Watta Woman, the superhero," Kent stated
steadily.Then he added, "Whew!It feels good to finally be able to tell
someone - a regular person, I mean."

Dr. Norton looked stunned as if he hadn't quite heard his patient
correctly."You're married to . . . her?" he asked.

"That's right, Doc.Now can you see why I feel so inferior?It's hard
not to feel inferior to a woman who can giant boulders with one hand, run
faster than bullet trains and knock down a house with one punch!"

"And she's so beautiful - like an angel," Dr. Norton said almost as if
he was in a trance.

"Gee thanks, Doc!Do you think I don't know that?After all I DO see
her naked on a regular basis," Kent said.

"Lucky bastard," Dr. Norton thought to himself although he said nothing.

"Although not nearly on as regular a basis as I once did," Kent said
almost under his breath.

Remembering his role as a therapist, Dr. Norton asked, "And why is
that?"

"We don't spend as much time together as we once did," Kent explained.

"Why not?" Dr. Norton asked.Before Kent could answer, Dr. Norton
thought of something."I thought that Watta Woman was married to Superior
Man."

Taking off his glasses, Kent said, "But that's just it, Doc, I am - or
at least I used to be - Superior Man."

Dr. Norton looked at Kent Clarkson without his glasses.He was not
convinced that the mild-mannered reporter sitting in front of him had once
been Superior Man.For one thing, he was at least ten pounds overweight.He
also didn't have the full head of thick, black hair that Superior Man had.
Plus, he didn't have the same firm set jaw or the steely gaze of Superior
Man.The man before him had thinning hair and the look of someone plagued by
fear and self-doubt - perhaps even a smidgen of self-loathing.

"What do you mean you USED to be Superior Man?" Dr. Norton asked
suspiciously.

"Five years ago my arch enemy, mad scientist Lex Vandross, found a way
to permanently take away my superpowers."

"And there's no way to restore them," Dr. Norton asked, clearly getting
drawn into the story.

"Believe me, the greatest scientific minds in the world have tried.
We've even been to several masters of the mystic arts.Nothing."

"But what about Vandross himself?"Dr. Norton asked.

"Unfortunately, in order to save my life, my wife was forced to break
his neck."

"What must it feel like to have had all that power and to have lost it?"
Dr. Norton asked.

"Frankly, Doc, it sucks!"Kent Clarkson declared loudly, "But I always
knew this could happen.My Ma and Pa raised me to be able to handle life's
ups and downs.The loss of my powers I can live with, but I can't live with
the thought of losing my beautiful Artemis."

Suddenly the doctor switched gears."Wait a minute!This is crazy!
Superior Man is spotted flying over the street of Megapolis all the time," the
doctor pointed out.

"Yeah.That was my wife's idea.She thought that people might panic if
they found out that Superior Man was gone and not coming back.She secretly
had a robot built that could mimic most of my superpowers and take my place.
Mostly it just flies around the city looking busy.Once in a while she lets
it perform simple tasks so that people don't become too suspicious.

"So you lost your powers but-"

"My wife still has hers.Now do you see the problem, Doc?I mean, she
was always a little bit stronger than me even when I was Superior Man, but at
least then I was in the same ballpark and could keep up with her."

"But surely it wasn't just your powers she loved.Surely she still
loves YOU," the doctored offered.

"She says she does, but let's face it, Doc, I'm just not the same man I
was."

"Maybe not, but that doesn't mean-"

"You don't understand, Doc, we used to make love on the top of Mt.
Everest or at the bottom of the Mariana Trench.She used to give me blow jobs
while we hovered over the city at night.She used to stop by my office
unexpectedly just so we could duck into a store room and have a super-speed
quickie in the middle of the afternoon.Now when we make love - on those rare
occasions when she gives into my begging - she has to hold back to make sure
that she doesn'taccidentallybreak me in two."

"I see," said Dr. Norton although he didn't really see at all.

"I know that I'm not capable of giving her the same sexual gratification
I used to be able to.How can I?I'm just a regular man now.See these
glasses?They used to be just a disguise.Now I really need them.Not only
that, but I can feel the muscles that I once had naturally without effort
turning into flab.Meanwhile, she remains eternally youthful and beautiful.
I can feel her drifting away from me."

"Perhaps-"

"And, of course, she spends a lot of time with other superheroes who
still have their strength and vitality.I see the way they look at her.
There's Thunder God for example with his big bulging muscles, his long, blonde
hair and his huge . . . hammer.I know he wants her.I even get jealous of
Captain Marvelous with his 'Gee whiz' boyish charm.Any one of them would
make better lovers for her than me.Even Black Bat has that brooding, bad boy
thing going for him - and he doesn't even have real super powers!

"I can see that this is causing you a great deal of distress," Dr.
Norton said which was one of the most obvious observations in the history of
analysis.

By this time, Kent Clarkson was openly sobbing."Please, Doc, what
should I do?I can't lose her.I can't!How could any other woman on Earth
compare to my Amazon princess?If I lose her, I - I don't know what I'll do .
. . . "

"Perhaps the answer is for the two of you to come in together for a
joint session," Dr. Norton suggested hopefully.He hoped he would get the
opportunity to meet Watta Woman and to get a first-hand look at her amazing
Amazon beauty.

"Oh God!No, Doc!Not that!If she found out that I told you she'd
kill me.You have no idea how strong she is.She could snap my neck like a
twig!Please, Doc!You can't tell anyone.She'd kill me - I'm not
kidding."

"Very well," Dr. Norton said, his disappointment barely concealed.
"Have you thought about telling your wife exactly how you feel?"

"I'm afraid to, Doc."

"Why is that?"

"You have to understand, Doc, my wife is a wonderful and loving woman.
But she was also raised on an island of powerful Amazon warriors where mental
and physical strength were held in the highest regard.She's not very
understanding when it comes to weakness and self-doubt.It's hard enough
knowing that we can no longer make love with the same wild abandon that we
used to - she's not a gentle lover by nature.I'm afraid that if I reveal my
self-doubt to her that she'll lose what little attraction she has left for
me."

"Are you afraid that she'll ask you for a divorce?"

"Yes, but I'm even more afraid that she'd stay with me out of pity."

Dr. Norton seemed truly at a loss for words."I see our time is almost
up.Let's both ponder this for the next week and see if we can't come up with
some possible strategies at our next regular session."

A relieved Kent Clarkson said, "Okay, Doc, and thanks.It felt good to
finally get this thing out in the open.I feel a hundred pounds lighter just
finally getting it off my chest.See you next week."With that, he left.

Dr. Norton buzzed his receptionist on the intercom and instructed her to
cancel all this other appointments for the afternoon.The only excuse he
offered was "I'm going home early; I have an urgent task to perform."When he
got home at approximately 3:17PM he went straight to his bedroom, removed all
of his clothes and began to masturbate.

Four orgasms, two sore arms and one raw dick later, he passed out from
sheer exhaustion.

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