This is the diary of Billy Bob McTavish, a teen boy, about he and his young girl cousin growing up, having a family and a wide variety of sexual adventures, some quite bizarre. It has ten chapters: (1) Becoming a Man; (2) Marriage; (3) House Guest; (4) Satisfying Our Guest; (5) Helping a Psychologist; (6) More Sex Therapy; (7) Mutual Therapy; (8) Our Daughter; (9) Our Daughter is 13; (10) Conclusion

Billy Bob Chapter 5 (Helping a Psychologist)

Rachel’s school was out soon thereafter and she left to join her folks in Israel. That left a void in our lives that we hastened to fill by rejoining the church youth group, Young Lives, or YL for short. We met every Friday night and Leah and I started becoming reacquainted with a number of old friends with whom we had lost track after our marriage. While we enjoyed the whole group, we became closer to one couple in particular. The brightest and prettiest girl in my high school class was Sarah Shanks and she had married Dr. Jefferson Clinton. Sarah had never dated any of the fellows in school so we were all a little surprised when she married Jefferson. We’d never even seen them out together before they eloped.

He was the only psychologist in town, a stand-offish kind of guy, always wore a suit and tie, and was about 15 years older than Sarah. While that may sound like an odd combination, Leah and I found them interesting and enjoyed being with them. After several months, Jefferson rather formally invited us over to their house after the YL meeting. He served some blackberry wine and we just sat around and talked for a while. This happened a few more times and then we kind of got in the habit of going home with them for a little wine and talk after each YL meeting.

After a while we became close enough that we shared our innermost thoughts and feelings. It was then that we found out that Sarah had been seeing Jefferson professionally for several years because her daddy had been forcing himself on her whenever he got drunk since she was 8 or 9 years old. That was why she never dated in high school, she just couldn’t stand to have a boy close to her. Jefferson had helped her understand that it wasn’t her fault that her daddy repeatedly raped her. He had tried to help her get rid of her phobia about intercourse, without much success, but in the process they developed a love for each other, resulting in their elopement.

Jefferson told us all about this one night and Sarah corroborated his story, adding a few graphic details about her daddy’s invasion of her body. He would come home from the tavern, tell his slattern wife to go out on the porch and then he would lift up Sarah’s nightgown, yank it off over her head and make her get up to do a little dance for him. He had taught her to kind of swing and sway her cunt just inches away from his face as he pulled his prick out of his pants.