Free Wheels of Steel, Book 3 by Pepper Pace

down and cried.
     
     
    “Robin, what’s wrong?!”
     
     
    “I was wondering if you could refer me to a psychiatrist or something? I think I need help…”
     
     
    Bently had talked to her for nearly an hour, and then he had indeed referred her to a colleague that was top in the psychiatric field. He wasn’t seeing new patients but had willingly seen her due to his association with Bentley. It was very expensive but Robin saw the psychiatrist at least once every other week and sometimes once every week and took the hit to her pocketbook as a necessary expense. Bentley helped by paying for her first 12 visits. He offered to pay for more but she wouldn’t allow it. He had already given her much more then she thought she deserved.
     
     
    It wasn’t immediate, and sometimes it even seemed frivolous, but she was eventually able to talk about her mother and her father and even the things that caused her to panic. But one thing that she never ever talked about was Jason. It helped; the talking. She certainly did not think that she was healed. And she still didn’t think in terms of happy or sad, but at least she knew that she had to drink in moderation and she had to live in the moment and not in the past. And in that way, Robin assumed that she had healed herself.
     
     
    She wore Miss Lucille’s pretty jewels, she lit the candles that most people just put out for show. She danced by herself to Daft Punk, she saw a sign that said ‘Singer Wanted’ and she snatched it up and joined a band and at night she plunged her fingers into her body while her heart raced and fantasized about the light brushing of red hair along her thighs.
     
     
    ***
    When Robin returned home after the performance, she stripped out of her clothes and turned on the radio. She then powered on her laptop. It was midnight but she had finals which would mark the end of her first semester of school, and then she could go down to Atlanta and finally visit her mother and Mr. Benali. Unconsciously she hummed and tapped her feet to the music. Studying wasn’t easy for her, she struggled but having music playing helped her to concentrate. Paramore’s; The only Exception began to stream through the speakers and Robin’s heart almost seemed to freeze in her chest. She nearly knocked the laptop to the floor leaping up to quickly snap off the radio.
     
     
    She rubbed her face in annoyance. Why could a song still have so much power to bring back a memory? It shook her, that particular song and the memories that it brought. With determination Robin stormed to her bookcase. She knew how to counteract these unwanted emotions!
     
     
    Not with marijuana or liquor. But with DAFT PUNK! Robin found her ipod and scanned to the tune that had become her anthem. She put in earbuds and it didn’t matter that it was after midnight when she cranked up the volume. She allowed the music to fill her body until she was overcome with the need to move. And then bouncing around her apartment in nothing but panties and a t-shirt, singing the lyrics repeatedly like a mantra, lyrics that she wanted to live by, Robin felt good again.
     
     

 
    Chapter 7
     
     
     
     
    Jason stared at the big screen television, his long body stretched out in the reclining chair in a position that seemed leisurely but wasn’t since he was not in a state of relaxation. He was tense and focused. Music from Wheels of Steel streamed from the surround sound speakers. And then the camera focused on the form of one dancer; lost in the music, Robin dressed as the sexy Queen of Hearts.
     
     
    Jason’s eyes stayed glued to her, the way her eyes closed and she seemed oblivious to her surroundings. He had counted the number of men that had watched her, the number of times that she had wet her lips, how many times her eyes had blinked. Over the months he had learned every nuance of every motion she made in the video. He pressed pause and studied her form.
     
     
    There was a loud knock on the