Session 2[Jo+Rio]

[Dr. Josephine Hudson]

Jo had tried her very hardest not to swear at Riordan when he whistled. It wasn't that she was sensitive to sound or anything - her auditory system was fine, she was sure - but whistling hurt. Definitely not in a good way. More in a I-want-to-rip-my-ears-out way. Except ripping your ears off would made the sound appear to be louder; make you more exposed to it. And what did he mean? She was paying attention. Just not as much as he would have liked, apparently. If she paid more attention would he stop? Maybe.

Making the decision to be extremely attentive, Jo tried her best not to flinch as Rio moved close. It was hard - incredibly hard - to resist the urge to pull away, or shudder at the feel of his warm breath on her skin. But there was a small (very small) part of her that almost liked the feeling. Almost, of course. Was it bad to? Gabe had said that it was. Closing her eyes, Jo began to square numbers in her head, starting with two - making four - and squaring four - sixteen. It was soothing. ' Two hundred and fifty-six. Sixty-five thousand, five hundred and thirty-six. He's talking again... '

With an effort that she doubted Rio appreciated, she pulled herself from the beautiful, peaceful world of numbers and concentrated. She had insulted him? That was bad... Insulting people was not a nice thing to do. " I'm sorry... I didn't mean to offend you. " Something wasn't quite right about this situation, and Jo realized that it probably wasn't a good thing to apologize to the man - boy, not man - that had pinned her to her own desk. No, almost definitely not. " I mean... " Realistically, she knew that was not much she could threaten him with. " You're hurting my hands. " Attempting to sit up straight, she tried to look as though she had some semblance of control. Her face was very close to his... In fact, if she moved an inch or two closer, her cheek would be touching his mouth. And if she turned her head and moved forward at the same time, her lips would be touching his.

And... These were all things that were bad to think about and she needed to stop. But every time she leaned back, Rio pulled her hand until she moved forward again, scared for the safety of her little finger. Jo stayed exactly where she was, feeling breath on the side of her exposed neck and trying very hard not to turn her head and kiss him. One of the only reasons she didn't was because that would be a lot of physical contact - lips were sensitive, although not as much as fingers - and then Rio might not stop, even if she wanted to.

What would happen if she was to pull her hand away? Suddenly? Jo had a feeling that her finger would break. The urge to try it was strong; Rio might be surprised and drop her hand, maybe. Preferably before her finger broke. Wait; he had her wrists... She was secretly glad that pulling away wasn't an option. Even so, she pulled her fingers away from his, arching her wrist to the left. The pain that came instantly made her take a sharp breath; it took a lot of self-control not to swear. Immedietly, an instinctive reaction, she dropped her hand back to the desk, in the position that she had been placed in, as her eyes flew open from shock and pain. It made no difference; her finger was still being twisted painfully to the side. Looking up at him, Jo wondered with some detachment if this situation was real, or just a bizarre dream. " Please let go... " It was easier to pretend that it was a dream; that the humiliation of having to beg her student to release her wasn't real. Pretending that there weren't tears dripping down her face, she made a methodical list of ways to get free.

Scream - Gabe said not to
Struggle - but get fingers broken, possibly
Hope it's a dream and it will all go away

The last sounded the best to Jo. And you weren't punished for your actions in dreams, were you? " I don't think I'm awake... " It sounded stupid, she knew, but did it matter, if she was asleep? She had a sudden idea (that had been there the entire time), but blushed at the thought. Why not, though? If it was a dream, the whole situation would go away soon... Swiftly, before she could think about what she was doing (and the unlikelihood that it was a dream) Jo turned her head, pressing her lips against Rio's own, the way Morph had to her, closing her eyes as she did so.

((Sorry for powerplaying Rio there; figured the bending back fingers thing was something he'd do. Yell at me if you want changing. <3))

[Riordan Shonski]

She reacted perfectly to the whistling: her whole body froze, she went wild-eyed and flinched away, but paid attention to him. So, that had an effect. He wondered if people had ever tried studying aspies this way before? Probably. Then again, it had probably been labeled as cruelty and stopped. The good things in life were so often frowned upon by other people. Rio reckoned that half the time, they only pretended to disapprove out of spite, but then, a lot of people didn't think the way he did, so maybe he was wrong.

Ah, here we go. Apologising to the one who had you pinned to your own desk and had just frazzled your nerves in the harshest way possible: a sure sign of social awkwardness. Then she attempted to assert herself, and he leaned a little closer. His smiling lips brushed her cheekbone, just under her eye, made their way to her ear, and he whispered softly, almost lovingly, "Would you rather I hurt other parts of you?"

She suddenly yanked her hand away, and he tightened his grip, pulling his head back and glaring at her. She gasped, and bit her lip, looking as though she was trying not to swear. Then she looked up at him, pleading him to let her go. He looked down impassively, and shrugged slightly. "Beg me," he hissed suddenly, his voice becoming vicious, venomous. She wouldn't get the tone, but the words were clear enough. So were her next ones. "Believe what you like, it's happening. As for whether or not it's happening in your head, that's for you to decide-" his words were cut off as she kissed him.

Rio froze for a second. That had been completely unexpected, and he was shocked, he had to admit. But he soon recovered, and tilted his head to one side, aligning their lips in a more comfortable position. Gripping her wrists with one hand, he raised the other to grip the hair at the nape of her neck, holding her head still as he pressed his lips against hers, mouth slightly open.

[Dr. Josephine Hudson]

Jo shuddered as she felt hot breath on her face; a whisper in her ear, but stayed where she was. His words were...they made her tingle. Made her want to move closer to him. She supposed that was just due to the discomfort of his light touch; deep pressure was much easier to tolerate than gentle. But what was she supposed to say? Did she want him to hurt her? A light blush stained her cheeks as she considered his question. If she really was a masochist - and she wasn't sure she was - then she should want him to hurt her. " I...don't know. " An honest answer.

At the change in his tone of voice - even she couldn't miss that - she shrank back in her chair as far as she could without her fingers hurting (more). Was that a command? If she begged him to let go, would he? Pride kicked in and she sat up slightly straighter, shaking her head slowly. Although...her little finger was starting to ache quite badly, a throbbing that made her want to curl up and cry, and she was starting to think that she'd resort to begging if he didn't stop. A tear dripped down her face and she bit her lip harder still, trying to control her breathing. Having a panic attack would not be good.

The kiss was better than she remembered with Morph; her fear of a panic attack disappearing almost instantly as she pressed her lips harder against his, keeping her head very still. Her finger was back in the normal, not-being-bent position, and the ache slowly fading, although not disappearing completely. Jo moved her hands away before realizing that she was still being held at the wrists; his hands had been restraining hers for so long the position felt natural now. She pulled her arms away, relishing the feeling when she realized that she couldn't move them, when she realized she was helpless, and God this was wrong. Although...technically, there was nothing she could do about, so she should just...enjoy the kiss. And she did; leaning into Riordan and closing her eyes, a slow warmth spreading from her lips around her body.

[Riordan Shonski]

Rio pulled back from the kiss, and stared straight into her eye for a few seconds, then smirked and sat back in his chair, letting her head go. He kept his hands firmly holding her wrists, though. Eyes still examining her face, he chewed his lip. "You don't know? Guess you'll have to find out quickly, then." That said, he yanked her back towards him, and pressed his lips against hers once again. He was fairly certain that the movement had bruised her wrists; she'd hit the desk fairly hard, after all. His hand went back to her hair, and he held her in place for a while longer than the previous kiss.

When he let go, he noticed he'd been putting more pressure on her wrists, practically crushing them into the desk. He wondered how she'd feel about that. Probably fairly good, from what he'd seen of her so far. Once again, he pulled back slightly so he could stare into her eyes. "Got a better answer, yet? Or do I have to break this?" His hand had found her little finger again. It wasn't bent, now, but he was holding it tightly, confident that if need be, he could break it easily.

He looked at Jo, wondering what she'd do. It was difficult to imagine her fighting back in any way, and she didn't seem too enthusiastic about getting away anyway. Which made him curious. She'd kissed him, after all...
Suddenly, something clicked. He cocked his head and looked at her, comprehension slowly dawning on his face. A grin slip his face, and he breathed softly, "Shit. No shit. You're..." he trailed off, staring at her like she was Christmas come early.

With a sudden movement, he shoved her, pushing her back into her seat, and got up, walking around the desk. With great care, he jumped up so he was sitting on it, rested his feet on her chair so one of his legs were either side of him, and leaned forwards, still staring into her eyes.

[Dr. Josephine Hudson]

Jo carefully avoiding eye contact, focusing her gaze on a spot somewhere above Rio's head. She didn't care how obvious it was; she was stressed, and not in a mood to be social. She was in a mood to kiss her student more, which was...wrong. She didn't understand what he'd just said - did he mean that she should find out if she wanted to be hurt quickly? How did one find out such a thing? Only by experiencing it, surely.

As he pulled her back towards him, she gasped in pain. Her wrists had hit the desk, pretty damn hard, as had her stomach. She struggled against his hold again, kissing him back at the same time. It was...odd. The warmth that had spread around her entire body, the one that made her want - need - to kiss Rio, wasn't lessening. It seemed to be...hotter. Making her want something, and she didn't even know what it was. She shuffled in her chair slightly, towards Rio, even when he pulled away.

Jo tensed as he took hold of her finger, her eyes darting between his face and her hand. Would he really break her finger? Did she want to try and find out? No. " I don't know... No, I mean... " What did she mean? Her breath came slightly faster as she panicked, searching for an answer. Did she want her fingers to be broken? No. " Please don't break it, please. " She stared up at him, panic on her face. She needed her fingers. How else would she write?

When he released her hands she pulled them closer to her with relief, tears freely falling down her face, and wondering about his words. " I'm... I'm what? " Hoping he wasn't going to say a savant, developmentally delayed or fat, she hudded her wrists to her chest, not trying to move when he pushed her into her seat, and only looking up again when she realized he was sitting on her desk. Her hand automatically twitched to straighten the pen holder he'd knocked over; people weren't supposed to sit under desks.

She fidgeted uncomfortably in her chair, trapped now by a leg on each side of her. Jo decided that if she needed to, she could duck under his legs, but there was a strong chance that he'd bring his foot down as she moved, probably causing some pain. " Um... Desks aren't for sitting on, really. It's against the rules... "

[Riordan Shonski]

Rio sighed. He wanted her to look at him, but somehow he didn't think that was likely. There was no way he could force her to, and she wasn't going to of her own free will. Oh well. You can't have everything. Outwardly, he ignored her pleas- inwardly, though, they pleased him. He was having a damn good time. Who knew therapy could be so much fun? He laughed softly at her terror, leaning forwards and grabbing her hair, pulling it. Not hard, just a gentle tug.

He examined every inch of her face, smirking slightly. "Best not to tell you yet, I think." Keep her in the dark. It was more fun that way. Grabbing her chin with his other hand, he forced his head up, exposing her neck, looking thoughtfully into her eyes. "Y'know," he began in a conversational tone of voice, "I really don't care. Somehow, I don't think it matters much to either of us." Would she have sex with him? he wondered thoughtfully. Probably, the way she was going.

Sighing, he bent his head and kissed her again. It was slower this time, more gentle, but he kept his hands holding her head still- just in case. He pulled on her hair, tilting her head back and dragging her closer so she was practically between his legs. Absently, he thought about her arms, and how they were free now. Would she go for a radio? Rio doubted it, but it wasn't worth the risk. Without breaking the kiss, he removed his hand from her jaw and caught her left wrist, pulling it up and out of reach of things like radios. He'd get the other one later. It wasn't as if she could do much damage, and she didn't seem to object too much.

[Dr. Josephine Hudson]

Jo shivered when he pulled her hair, twisting her head to the left and relishing the slight burning pain as her scalp complained. Rio was laughing...at her? At her begging him not to break her fingers? It was just sensible. She needed her fingers. How else would she write? It'd be awful if she couldn't write...how would she write up therapy notes? At the thought of therapy notes, she blushed. What on earth was she going to write for this session? Luckily, she could lie on paper. It was only when people could see her in person she gave herself away; apparently, covering your entire face with your hands was a sign that you weren't being entirely truthful. She wasn't sure why.

" But... I want to know... " She did. What on earth was he talking about? What had he realized? She wanted to know. What if it was something bad, like... Jo thought. That she had gone to a special school? That was her biggest secret - not even Gabe knew - but she wasn't sure that he'd have worked that out. It wasn't obvious from looking at her, was it? Trying to make herself sound in control, she glared at him as best she could while he was pulling her head up. " Tell me. And it matters to me. "

She closed her eyes at the kiss again, half-enjoying the odd feeling in her stomach and moving closer willingly. She smiled as he took her hand, pulling it towards him, and pulled away again, loving the feeling of not being able to. Half-hating it at the same time, which confused her - how could you love something and hate it at the same time? She decided not to think about it. It would just stress her out. Bringing her right hand up, she rested it on Rio's thigh, tracing a pattern through the material. To him, it might just feel like a random wandering of her fingers, but it wasn't. She was writing out all the prime numbers on top of one another. It was calming.

[Riordan Shonski]

She went bright red, ducked her head. He smirked down at her, reveling in the feeling. He was sat on a desk in a therapy room, holding his therapist by the hair and she was begging him. Last time he'd been in this position, it had been the therapist begging him not to break her neck. This was far more interesting, and generally much more fun. His last psychologist had been a complete idiot, and deserved everything she got from him, frankly. Whereas Jo hadn't done anything. That just made the whole thing far more appealing. He tugged on her hair, forcing her to look at him. He wanted to see her face.

She shifted closer during the kiss, practically in between his legs now. Without a doubt, this was better than his last shrink and her stupid whining. Holding his face close to his, he stared into her eyes for a while, enjoying the feel of holding it over her. He brushed his lips lightly over hers and pulled back slightly, so he could no longer feel her breath on his face. "No, I don't think I'll tell you... yet," he murmured, still staring deep into her eyes. He noticed her hand on his leg, higher up on his thigh than he would have expected. He shifted closer, her hand on his leg making him edgy and restless. He pulled her up out of his seat, kissing her again, hard this time, hard enough to bruise her lips. He was getting impatient.

Drawing back from the kiss, he shuffled back on the desk, dragging her with him so she was leaning against his chest. He kept his hold on her wrist, wrapped his other arm around her shoulders and pulled her into him, kissing her again as he lost his patience.

[Dr. Josephine Hudson]

Jo forced herself to look into Rio's eyes for a second, wanting to see what neurotypicals - better word to use than humans, just meant someone 'normal' - found so appealing in eye contact. She shifted her focus away again instantly, completely confused. It just made her feel sick and scared and vulnerable. Why did people like that? Were they all masochists or something? She smiled slightly. No, that was just her. And even she hated eye contact. She kept her eyes on the left of his nose again; most people thought that she was looking at them, then. Anyway, she was looking at them. Just not at their eyes. Was that so bad? She had a sudden memory of when she had been integrated into a normal high school, an evil teacher screaming at her to make eye contact, and winced. Not fun.

She shifted uncomfortably in her chair as he looked into her eyes; there was silence for a few seconds and she didn't know where she should be looking, or what she should be doing. Part of her thought that she should be screaming, or radioing security, or something more sensible than kissing her student, but the rest of her dismissed that part. It was much more fun kissing Rio. " Why not? I need to know, really...yet? " Well, there was some hope there, then.

Gasping as she was literally pulled out of her chair, she tried to pull away from the harder, more brutal kiss. It actually hurt her lips, which was an odd sensation. Not often did her lips hurt. She was relieved when he let go, but froze at the position he pulled her into instead; leaning over the desk (which hurt her waist) and a lot of physical contact - she was pressed against his chest and he had his arm around her shoulders and she couldn't pull away when he kissed her again and this was bad. Jo began to struggle now, panicking at how close she was to Rio, but trapped by his hand holding hers, and his arm encircling her shoulders. When he pulled back, she whimpered slightly. " I don't like it... "

[Riordan Shonski]

He was making her uncomfortable, he knew that. Relishing the feeling, he stayed where he was, staring into her eyes for a few more seconds, absently wondering what would happen after. Therapy sessions would be... interesting, to say the least. Awkward, for her anyway, and probably very quiet. Unless they were just repeats of this one, in which case, he'd be sad to leave the school. Somehow, having a psychiatrist as your fuck-buddy would make everything slightly more amusing.

She needed to know? Really? "You need to know? Need to? OK then, if you need to. Make me. Make me tell you." He smirked down at her, trapped up against him, the heady intoxication of power rushing to his head. Then she spoke again, and he laughed softly. "By that, do you mean you don't like it, or you don't want to like it?" Getting bored, he kissed her again, tightening his hold around her shoulders, locking her in that position. It was probably very uncomfortable, being bent over a desk like that. He wondered if he'd passed her limits of enjoyment, and hoped he had. It always made things more interesting, when people were past their limits.

He pulled away, leaned back slightly so she was leaning across his chest, and examined her critically. He wouldn't have guessed masochist, not by a long way, unless he'd seen her reaction to his actions. That made it pretty obvious, when you thought about it, although he had mistaken it for Aspergers. She'd asked if it was a dream, which meant she didn't seem to find anything particularly strange about dreaming of kissing your student. And she'd mentioned the neck-biting, so she'd apparently given him and Morph a lot of thought since last week.

[Dr. Josephine Hudson]

Jo couldn't fathom why Riordan insisted on making such intense eye-contact. She wasn't sure if it was just to make her uncomfortable - which was scarily likely - or if he was just one of those annoying people. It worried her that it was probably the first; she was kissing a boy that was purposely trying to make her uncomfortable. It worried her more that it was a nice feeling that he was making the effort to make her uncomfortable. Jo decided to ask Gabe if that was a normal thing - being pleased that someone had made the effort to hurt her - and then realized that the questions following that might be awkward. ' Why do you want to know? ' ' Oh, because I kissed Riordan during therapy and I think he was trying to. ' She didn't want her question answered enough to go through the embarrassment of that situation.

She glared at him when he told her to make him. What a ridiculous instruction; she couldn't, unless he let go. Oh. That was probably his point, wasn't it? That she couldn't make him. " Well...please? " Less commanding than she'd have liked, but there wasn't much else she could say. What could she threaten him with? " I'll, um...transfer you to Gabe? " It came out as a question, and she bit her lip, wondering if that would actually work, and if she actually wanted it to work. She was uncomfortable, the desk digging into her stomach painfully, and would be quite relieved if he let go. And she'd probably dive under her desk.

It was hard to explain, but it felt as though her nerves were sticking straight through her skin, and when people touched her, it hurt. And she was very close to Riordan; her chest pressed against his, and she was almost standing on her toes because he was so damn tall and pulling her face up to his, on the desk. Her right hand was still free... Jo wondered if she could somehow untangle herself from him. Most likely not, as he seemed quite intent on keeping her there. She moved her hand from his thigh, onto the desk beside him, and felt around carefully to see if there was something she could use to stab him.

" I don't like it. There's too much... " What was there too much of, exactly? " contact. " she finished, feeling her stationary organizer and groping around to see if there were scissors or anything. Not likely, because...well, in case her student attempted to stab her with them. But what about the times when she wanted to stab him? She couldn't help but...react to the kiss, and moved closer to him, despite the wood digging into her stomach. It would leave a mark, later. Her hands continued to move over the desk, hopefully subtly, as they kissed, and it was when Rio pulled her more onto the desk - she hadn't thought it was possible before - that she felt a pen, with a long nib, that would hopefully be sharp enough to get him off her. As she grabbed it from the small pot holding pens, pencils, rulers and the like, she felt the pot slip and tried to grab it, one-handed, before hearing it crash onto the floor. She peeked up at him, wondering if he had gone temporarily deaf, or at least hoping so. She was still clutching the pen, with its point facing towards him, ready to stab him if he touched her anymore.

[Riordan Shonski]

The crash broke Rio out of his self-absorbed thoughts, and he pulled away from Jo, glancing around. A pot was rolling on the floor, the pencils and pens scattered all over the place. And Jo was clutching a long-nibbed pen in her free hand, poised to stab him. Well, that was unexpected. And a pain in the arse, too. He freed her shoulders, grabbed the pen, and pushed her back into her seat, hard, glaring. He stayed where he was on the desk with his feet on either side of her, trapping her in. Rio swirled the pen around in his fingers, still staring at Jo, wondering how to go on.

There was a pause of a few more minutes, during which Rio just stared at Jo. Then, with a sudden movement, he snapped the pen in half and tossed both halves over his shoulder and leaned forwards, resting his wrists on his thighs and letting his hands dangle between his knees. "Huh, I guess you really didn't like it... so, you're going to transfer me to Gabe? Or was that just a bluff? Because I tell you, pens work better than bluffs for getting people off you. Just a word of advice." He stopped talking to her for a moment, still glowering. "And for God's sake, if you'd stabbed me, I would not have been happy. I mean, really, really unhappy. So altogether, it wasn't a good plan, honey."

He sat back, leaning on his hands and surveying the woman who was, to all extents and purposes, trapped between his legs, wondering what she'd do or say next. He hoped it wasn't just diving under the desk and crying: that would make all this session a complete waste of time, to be honest. Half an hour ago, he'd have settled for tears, but now he was after something a little more satisfying.

[Dr. Josephine Hudson]

Jo winced as she hit the back of the chair, hard. Was Rio trying to burst all her internal organs or something? She looked from side to side, trying to work out an escape route. So far, the only one she could see was going under her desk, but then she'd be trapped underneath. And Rio had the pen. Was he planning on stabbing her? As a weird form of revenge? She pulled the arms of her long-sleeved arms down further, hoping that he wasn't going to try. As she watched him play with the pen, staring at her, she shrank back into the chair, looking down at her knees and up again occasionally to see if Rio's face had changed, from angry (a glare; creased forehead and slightly downturned lips) to happy. Or at least, neutral. It hadn't.

The silence was getting longer and longer, and Jo began to feel awkward, wondering if she should do something. Like...what? Stabbing him didn't go very well, apparently. He didn't look too pleased with her. She supposed that she wouldn't look very happy if someone tried to stab her. After a few minutes, she began counting inside her head. Anything to make the situation less awkward.

There was a sudden noise and she jerked her head up, just seeing the pen halves being thrown across the room, and Rio leaning closer to her. Jo froze, and then looked back down at her lap. What was she meant to say? She could try lying and saying that she would transfer him to Gabe, but...lying always went badly. If she told the truth, everything would be okay. " Um...I'm not moving you to Gabe. " Should she thank him for the 'word of advice', that was actually quite a few words? No. At his next words, she bit her lip, feeling guilty. She hadn't meant to make him unhappy.

Was the 'really, really unhappy' a veiled threat? What would he have done to her if he was 'really, really unhappy'? Or was it just a statement? " I'm...sorry, " she whispered. " Are you angry with me? " She was less worried about Rio's emotional state than about her own bones if he was, but she didn't mention that.

[Riordan Shonski]

She was avoiding his gaze again. Rio scowled more. Stupid bitch should look at him, no matter how much she hated eye contact. At least she was scared, that much was obvious. He gleaned some gratification from the expression of abject terror on her face, but it wasn't enough. Grabbing her head, he forced her chin upwards, glaring into her eyes. "Yes, Jo, I'm angry with you. But since you're an Aspie-" he spat out the words with a certain dark pleasure- "I guess I have to spell everything out for you. I am angry with you, for good reason. And I'd like an apology." He tightened his hand on her jaw, clenching his fist around her mouth hard enough to bruise.

Well, this wasn't going quite the way he'd planned, but things rarely did. Actually, no, that was bullshit. Things he planned went the way he wanted them to, without exception, and this bitch had fucked it up for him. He grabbed both her wrists again, squeezing them, pulling her half out of her chair towards him so their faces were close together. She was going to pay for that. She hadn't stabbed him, but she'd been ready to, in in Rio's book, that was as bad as doing the deed itself.

He hoped she'd react badly to this situation. Suddenly, more than anything else, he wanted her to cry. It was a strange feeling, so have your priorities shuffled so suddenly and unexpectedly, but he knew what he was doing. Improvisation was, after all, something he excelled at, but still. The anger was making it difficult to think past the desire to see this woman regret ever even thinking of stabbing him. She would pay for it, he promised himself.

[Dr. Josephine Hudson]

Jo tried to turn her face away from Rio's and was stopped by his hand, which always seemed to be in her way. She settled for just turning her eyes directly up, focusing on the pretty rays of light coming from her ceiling. She couldn't quite tune out his voice, though, and moved her eyes down to his face, blinking as they adjusted from staring directly at the light-bulb. She glared at him, trying not to show that he was hurting her. It was hard to talk with him hurting her jaw, but she kept pretending it didn't hurt. If you told yourself that it didn't hurt, apparently, it wouldn't. She waited for a few seconds. It didn't work.

" I do not have Aspergers Syndrome, and I am not apologizing. " Jo suddenly felt a whole lot less confident about saying that, especially as her hands were no longer her own. She looked at Rio, and noticed that he looked quite angry. Maybe she should apologize? She had attempted to stab him... She realized that he had had her pinned to her own desk for the majority of the session, threatening to break her fingers, and was now hurting her face and wrists. But what if he reacted badly to the refusing to apologize? Hmmm... They didn't tell you what to do in this situation when you studied to be a psychiatrist. They told you how to defuse situations, maybe she could try that? Somehow, though, ' I understand that you're angry ' didn't sound good. It sounded...stupid.

Bringing her trainer-clad foot up, she slammed it down on Riordan's, using all her force. In her dream-world, he'd let go of her - maybe wailing in pain, just for her ego - and she'd edge out quietly. And maybe run and hug Gabe, unless he was with a patient. She looked at the clock over Rio's shoulder, her eyes widening with horror. It was 6.02 PM. He was meant to have gone by now. She had to call Suzanna, she always called her at this time. Her sister would probably be worried that the call was two minutes late. She began to breathe quickly. " You have to leave now. The sessions over. I have to make a phone call, and write in my diary, and write up the therapy notes... " Her voice was desperate. What if he didn't leave? Then her schedule would be ruined, and she wouldn't ever know what to do when... Jo's leg began to twitch. " Please leave now. "