Creative Writing: The Psycologist

The pyshcologist wasn't certain to expect what type of Emily Harris would walk through the door. His practice usually consisted of adults, and he was practically experienced, with the teenage mind, particuarly since he and his wife, Grace., had put aside plans to have children of their own, to forge ahead with their careers. Enough to make him one of the most prominent psychologists in the city, and her, a senior marketing executive for an international publishing company, a position her Father, Supreme Court Justice, Parker Norris, hadn't even been required to use his contacts and influence for her to fill. Though, if had come down to that, he would have. Ellis's Father in Law was not a man to be denied.

Would the young woman be sheepish, demure, frightened, like a lamb to the slaughter? He'd read the transcripts, but he hadn't been there, and they hadn't described her tone or demenaour as she'd given evidence against the accused, however, at sixteen years or age, if anything, Ellis guessed, she'd be frightened and unsure, particularly in dealing with a man the same age as the one who'd abused and raped her, and likely to cover herself up with unrevealing clothing, so as not to be the subject of his attention.
Plenty of time to go home and change, was his first impression, before he pulled his eyes back to her, and the confidence and strength in her voice surprised him again. As had her attractiveness, and the tight, young body, he could see straining against the shorter and tighter expected of a prestigious private school