The Confession
By Lonelyrider

For the first time, big James asks & is granted a solo therapy session, for the huge sweet brute has some feelings to get off his chest he doesn't wish to burden his love with.

Lonely smiled with an excited squeak as her magic mirror lit up and she saw a preview of who it was that was calling; it was her hulking boyfriend. She picked up the mirror and answered, fluffing her hair to look her best, her finger sparkling with the big dazzling promise ring he'd gifted to his sweetie for Valentine's Day.
"Honey, how are you?" Lonely piped happily, batting her thick mare lashes.
James beamed at her with a big fond grin and rosy cheeks.
"Hello, sweetheart. Baby rose, I know you always attend my therapy sessions as moral support & you were so kind to set me up with them to begin with, I apologise my dear, it isn't anything whatsoever to do with you, but would it be okay if I talked to Mr Frankfurt alone today? Again my beautiful dolly, it's nothing you've done." James emphasized warmly, his voice fond and soft as butter. Lonely made a touched sympathetic face and felt her buxom chest, her ring still sparkling like mad.
"Oh honey, yes of course. Thank you for letting me know I haven't misstepped in any way. Anytime you wish me to either attend or just stand by instead, I'm happy to do so for you, my sweetest angel. I love you baby boy. See you Saturday?" Lonely asked tenderly. James lit up, his face touched from her kind understanding.
"Thank you for being so thoughtful & patient honey dove, you're the best girl any guy could want, which is why I guard ya so heavily!" James gave her a playful but also self-effacing wink as the bruiser was very aware of his overprotective jealousy and the two both shared a fond laugh. "Yes beautiful, I can't wait. I'll miss you, muffin. Okay baby face, I'll see ya then. Kisses!" James blew her a big succession of kisses with a fond blush, his wings flapping happily, Lonely blushed too and mimicked him, and they each gave an excited wave goodbye at one another and ended their magic mirror call.

Psychotherapist Mr FrankFurt's office, rural warlock district, 6 PM:
James sat nervously in the big, cozy and beautiful couch, surrounded by the antiques and pleasant-smelling old wood that populated fat Mr Frankfurt's therapy den. The corpulent man leaned back with his hands on his squat belly and commented.
"It's odd to see you without your girlfriend. So James, what brings you to me alone today." Mr Frankfurt asked, with a gesture of his arm.
James sighed.
"It isn't her, trust me...on the contrary sir, she's wonderful. I gave her a promise ring for Valentine's Day and...it just got me thinking. I don't want her to hear this, cause it's stupid. It's embarrassing." James gushed, blushing with a sheepish look, his big black wings pulling closer to himself protectively.
"Go on then." Mr Frankfurt said with a bluster.
"It made me realize that I should have done this much sooner. I also felt like it should have been an engagement ring instead of just a promise ring. I feel like I owe her that after all these happy years we've been a couple. So why am I so scared of commitment? What's wrong with me?" James asked, holding his head in his hands and moving them as he wondered.
"Did Lonely seem upset or offended by the promise ring?" Mr Frankfurt inquired.
"No sir, she was thrilled and touched. She hasn't taken it off and is showing everyone. It really melts me." James gushed again, looking at the corner with a tender smile at the thought of his beloved.
"Then I wouldn't give stock to the idea of her being insulted by your slow timing. As far as your commitment phobia, that makes perfect sense to me in light of what you've shared regarding your childhood. Your father left you & your mother to fend for yourselves and only by the grace of a kind man did you two flourish. He set a poor example of manhood for you, and of loyalty. That is, not to bash your father, James. Just that your hesitation to further your relationship with the woman you love doesn't surprise me."
"So..Mr F..what do I do? I love her, she's a damned fine woman, beautiful, kind and forgiving. If I don't make her mine, a smarter man will. I can't stand the thought of that. I want her."
"You have to take this at your own pace. Tell you what. You just propose to her when and if you're ready in the future. In the meantime, if anything comes up between you two about you taking too long to commit, we can work it out in therapy. But I agree with you, your girlfriend is easygoing and patient. I wouldn't wait a decade to propose to her, but otherwise, I think you'll both do just fine. Does that help?"
"Oh yes sir, thank you, sir! I'm just so grateful for your assistance, I really want this." James gushed emotionally.
"Oh yes, I know you do. Is there anything else going on you'd like to talk about?" Mr Frankfurt asked, spinning his little globe on his desk.
"That was all that was bothering me at this time, I still miss Lady Clove, but I'll keep writing her, just not as often as I'd like to, I was going overboard with my letters." James admitted with a bashful blush, standing up, his wings fluffing as he donned his coat and wrote Mr Frankfurt a fat check.
"Oh, why thank you, James. I think that's a good plan regarding Clove. Keep writing her, just not all the time. Alright son, thank you for your participation today, you're one of my easier clients. Go on then, go home and have some supper, it's dinner time. Ta-ta for now." The portly man said, ushering James out politely who donned his top hat and held a purely decorative cane, used for fashion as James had no handicaps.
"Goodnight sir! Enjoy your supper as well, now! Goodbye! Hey there Alfred!" James greeted his coach driver and got inside it and Mr Frankfurt watched the younger man's coach pull away with James' two huge well-cared for stallions in the lead as Mr Frankfurt gloated a little at the numbers on the check James had written him before attending to his own pricy dinner & closing his office for the remainder of the evening.



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