Red Roses for a Blue Lady *Chapter 3*

[Red Ninja]

Standard Disclaimers Apply, don?t sue me.

OUT FROM THE ASHES COMES THE NINJA!

**Author?s Notes: Sorry it?s been so long, I?ve had some serious troubles with Word as of late. It doesn?t like having over 600 fonts in the fonts folder. It like around 300. A couple people enquired as to the status of the Middle Man, let?s just say it?s on hold for the time being. Sorry, I?m having issues with the story. I kind of know where I want to go, but then again I don?t.

---Hello six pack of confidence

Been so many nights since we first met

Glad to see you've brought all your friends

For another night of plastic cup politics---

---Chapter 3------------Plastic Cup Politics

If I could have sunken down into my chair, I would have. She sauntered into the room as if she owned it.

?Where would you like me to sit??

I adjusted my glasses and took a deep breath.

?Anywhere you?d like, the couch, the chair, some people like the floor.?

She looked down at the carpet with disgust.

?Why would any businessman feel the need to sit on the floor like a fucking hippy*??

?Some people just prefer the floor.?

?I?ll take the chair if it?s all the same to you.?

She sat down in the chair that sat facing mine across my desk.

?Okay, let?s do whatever it is you do here.?

?Well first I need to get some of your background information. Married??

?No.?

?Parents??

?My mother is dead, my father is still alive.?

?How would you describe your childhood??

?Normal.?

?Just normal??

?Just normal, can we move on??

Obviously I had hit a sore spot. She had suddenly become short, well shorter than she was before.

?Most problems in adulthood can be traced back to childhood.?

?Well mine aren?t get over it.?

?Why are you here??

?Not by choice?

Well that was certainly obvious to any person.

?Why did you feel the need to come see me for help, when you don?t believe in the effectiveness of this profession??

?It?s my father alright! He threatened to take my job away if I didn?t go see you for some stress management.?

?That?s better, how do you feel about that??

?I think he?s a bastard.?

I look up over my glasses; her dark blue eyes were on fire. She really didn?t want to be here. I handed her a packet of information.

?If you could fill these out next time before you come that would be great.?

?What are they? I don?t have time to do paper work here for ya Red.?

?Questionnaires, just fill them out okay!?

She was snippy, now I was getting snippy. She appeared to be slightly taken aback by my outburst.

?You?re not as cool and calm as you seemed Red.?

?I?m sorry I didn?t mean for that to come out like that . . .?

?No, no it?s fine Red, I just didn?t know you had it in you.?

She slouched back in the chair and un-tucked her dress shirt from her skirt.

?I thought I had you all figured out, but I was wrong.?

?I don?t make the best first impressions.?

?I can see that Red.?

?Now why don?t we start the session??

?I dunno I like talking about you Red. You?re just an interesting sort of person to me.?

?How so??

?You help people for a living! I mean you?re obviously an intelligent man, but instead of going for the big bucks you help people that make the big bucks not go crazy!?

?And, your point is??

?I just find it odd is all.?

?Why did you decide to make the big bucks??

?Well Red, family business you see. My father wants a boy to take over the company, instead he gets me. So I prove to him I can, and so here I am.?

?How does that make you feel??

?What??

?You?re father wanting a boy instead??

She paused, she obviously didn?t like the question.

?Look Red, I just came here because I have to. I?d much rather be taking a nap.?

?Go ahead then.?

?Are you serious??

?You?ve got a half hour left in this session. I?ll wake you up when it?s over.?

?Well Red, I had you figured out all wrong, thanks.?

With that she removed her blazer kicked off her heels and laid down on my couch. Within about two minutes she was asleep. I was bewildered by my own response to it all. Why did I let her quit and go to sleep? It seemed so out of character. I looked over at her sleeping, I understood why. Even with her eccentric nature she was still extremely attractive. I pulled out some paperwork and got to it.


**Wrap-up: Short I know but I wanted to get the chapter out. . . finally. It wasn?t amazing either but ah well. Hopefully I?ll devote more time to this. I?ll try anyway.

*Old reference/joke to my fic Faye: The Therapy Session.