Therapy Session of Ron Plunderman #11

Doctor Monroe tapped his pen lightly on his notebook as he observed Ron acting his usual evasive self.

“Come on Ron, “ said the doctor in a calm voice, “You promised you would talk about your mother.”

However Ron shook his head. “Sorry doc, I don’t remember that.”

“Yes you do” the doctor quickly replied “Don’t tell tales.”

Ron sighed, his resistance was mostly passive and overall he seemed a little flat. “I don’t feel like it. It’s too early today.”

“It’s three o’clock in the afternoon Ron. Come on, out with it.”

Ron yawned. “Can’t we talk about my adventuring, like the journey to the ruins.”

The doctor shook his head. “I’ve already heard it Ron. At the moment I don’t want to hear anymore about your whoring, golden showers or monster slaying.”

“What about the ghost demon…”

“No.” said the doctor.

“The time I almost got eaten by a hippo …”

“No.” said the doctor again.

“I haven’t told you much about AJ…”

“No.” said the doctor. “I don’t want to hear about your racist friend. I want you to honor your promise and tell me about your mother.”

Ron sighed again. “Fine. As I said she was a whore bag slut.”

“I need more than that” said the doctor.

“She ran a whorehouse, or a Bordello as she called it.”

The doctor nodded and wrote something down.

“So you were raised in her … Bordello?”

Ron nodded.

“What was that like?”

Ron grinned. “Awesome got to see heaps of tits and vaginas”

The doctor gave Ron one of his stern looks then said. “Be serious. So what was your mother like?”

Ron shrugged “Like a head whore bag slut of whore bag sluts.”

The doctor continued to give a Ron a stern look. “Enough of that language Ron. What was she like as a person?”

Ron shifted uncomfortable. “What do you think? She was in charge of a house full of sluts.”

“That must have been hard. Were there any male figures around?”

“Of course there were. Who do you think paid for the whores?...”, Ron’s voice trailed off, then he began to snigger. “Though sometimes girls paid for them. That was awesome.”

The doctor ignored Ron’s last comment and asked, “I know that Ron. I meant male figures that worked in the Bordello.”

“Oh. “ said Ron. “Half-orc guards. Lucky bastards.”

“Okay Ron, but did you spend any time with any of the male figures. A father figure perhaps.”

“I don’t know who my bloody father is!” Ron snapped.

“Yes Ron, but that isn’t what I asked. Did you spend any time with the half-orc body guards.”

“Of course I did, they lived in the same house.”

The doctor sighed. “Stop being so obtuse Ron. You know what I’m asking.”

“Yeah yeah, “ replied Ron. “yeah sure they were okay but no father figures.”

“What about the other prostitutes?  Where any of them your friends.”

Ron shook his head vigously. “Prostitutes aren’t friends. Mother kept telling me that. Don’t talk to the whore’s she always said.”

The doctor immediately started writing something down. “And did you?”

Ron hestitated for a bit then said. “Yeah. I used to … but I soon learnt better. Mother set me straight.”

“Oh? How?” asked the doctor.

“There was one I used to like, she was always nice to me.”

“How old were you?”

Ron thought for a second. “How should I know? I don’t even know how old I am now. Maybe five or six.”

“So what happened.”

“She beat me to hell and back, but what happened to the whore was worse. Mother cut up her face and threw her out.”

“Wow that’s a bit extreme. How did that make you feel?”

“Bloody hell.” Said Ron. “What do you think? The beating hurt of course.”

The doctor replied. “I meant how did you feel about what happening to the prostitute.”

“Mother said to get over it. She wasn’t worth much and hadn’t been making enough money. She then told me something I will always remember.”

“Oh” The doctor raised his eyebrows.

“She said ‘That all woman are whores, but prostitutes are the only honest woman. And that honest women are only good for one thing. And that wasn’t talking to or making friends with.’”

The doctor eagerly wrote some more notes down before suddenly stopping.

“Ron? I hope you are being honest with me?”

Ron growled. “You asked me about my mother so I’m telling you. She was a hard arse and taught me everything there is to know about the world.”

“I see.” Said the doctor. “It certainly explains your fixation with whore.”

“I’m not fixated.” Ron said defensively.

The doctor ignored his comment. “Ron has it ever occurred to you that your mother may have been wrong.”

Ron rolled his eyes. “Wrong about what?”

“About the value of women, thousands of men have fulfilling lives with a loving wife and family.”

“Yeah right, “ Ron rebuffed. “Look at them and look at me. They can have their snotty lying slut and children leeching of them. I’m rich and powerful, can rip a man’s head off clean. Tell me Doc who do you think got the better deal.”

“Hmm.” Said the doctor. “I have a wife and children.”

Ron grunted. “Heh. Then you’ll know I’m right.”

“You really believe that?” The doctor pressed.

“Are you the one now on drugs? “ asked Ron. “Seriousily get a grip on reality.”

“Right.” The doctor jotted some more notes down.

“Well I guess that will do for today Ron. Thank you for that.”

Ron shrugged his shoulders as if it were nothing and started to get up.

“Oh one more question Ron. Just a little aside. Did you really not know what a golden shower is? After being brought up in whorehouse?”

Ron gave the doctor a spiteful look. “No. Never heard of it.”

Then he left the room making a hasty escape.