Chapter 3: Chess Road-1
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Chapter 3: Chess Road
All work and not play. Jason’s next patient arrives, Flynn Murdock. He’s young at nineteen, and attractive. A nice face, similar to Dillon’s, but younger. Strong body. Built nice. No fat. Queer like Jason. When he gets older, he’ll be a stud. For now, he’s a pup, still growing into his good looks.
The kid has many issues: depression, identity issues, and s****l obsession. Jason can’t count how many times the guy uses his therapy hours to discuss his strong urges for the same s*x and s****l hunts. Flynn calls himself a storyteller because he lies to his mother about his whereabouts and doings. Flynn’s a compulsive liar, Jason has noted in his patient’s file.
The kid enters his office and sits down—not on the available sofa where most of his patients sit—in the upright, wooden, and hard chair across from Jason’s desk. The young man tries to smile but doesn’t.
“How are you, Flynn?”
He shrugs, sullen-faced, semi-sleepy looking. “Life is okay, I guess.”
“You guess?”
“I guess.”
Jason begins his analysis when he asks, “Why do you only guess, Flynn? Talk about this. We have sixty minutes to come up with a response, together.”
Flynn shrugs a second time. “I have a story for you about my life. I’m good at storytelling. You know I am. It’s not new news to you. Do you want to hear it?”
“Of course. I’m listening. Begin.”
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