Author's Foreword
The following story is a chronicling of the events which happenedto Mr. Thomas Hyde approximately one year ago, during the summer of1991. My name is Dr. Phyllis Hyde-Benson and I am the sister of TomHyde. I am 37 years old, married with two children, and aPsychologist. In all fairness, both my name and my brother's havebeen altered for obvious reasons, but the events depicted in thefollowing have been transcribed as accurately as possible. About six months ago I was persuaded by my cousin Kathy toaccompany her to Tom's house on a Saturday afternoon. I wasconcerned that Tom had been acting strangely the past few monthsand Kathy hinted that I might find out part of the reason if I wereto accompany her. My curiosity was piqued, along with a bit of jealousy. After all,I was Tom's older sister and had practically helped raise him. Notonly that, but I was also a practicing psychologist and I was a bitpeeved to think that Tom would confide in his cousin Kathy, whom hewas never really close to, and not come to me for help. I had spent a dozen years helping patients with problems and Ifelt I had seen and heard just about everything; but NOTHING couldhave prepared me for the sight I got when Kathy and I entered Tom'shouse that Saturday... I blushed and am embarrassed to say I nearly passed out rightthere in his living room. In spite of all my training, I justcouldn't handle it. First I denied to myself what my own eyes werewitnessing, then I felt pity for Tom. Seconds later that pityturned to disgust and then anger as I ran out the door. I drovehome, leaving Kathy stranded behind. I was mad at her too, since itwas obvious she knew beforehand what was going on. For the next several weeks I refused to even think about mybrother and banked my anger within. I even avoided Kathy andrefused to return her calls. Eventually I came to realize that Iwas doing exactly what I would counsel my own patients NOT to do.I decided that I, myself, needed some expert counseling. I decided to seek help in this matter from one of my associateswho would be able to counsel me without emotion on how to deal withthis situation. What she advised me to do turns out to be exactlywhat I would have counseled one of my own patients: I couldn't runaway, but had to face this head on. At first Tom was reluctant to see me, but Kathy interceded for meand that's how I found myself face to face with Tom one Sundayafternoon having coffee and just talking well into the evening. Itwas an embarrassing meeting for both of us. I took a tape recorderwith me and asked him to relay all of the details of what hadhappened to him, starting right from the beginning. His`girlfriend' Beverly was present and she helped fill in some of thedetails with her own recollections. As part of my own therapy Ihave written a chronological accounting of those first days. Through copious notes and the help of the tape recorder I haveattempted to reconstruct conversations and events exactly as theyhappened. I have taken some small liberties to flesh out bits ofconversations and events to keep the story continuous and readable,but most of what you are about to read happened exactly asportrayed. A few weeks ago I began finalizing all of my notes into a singlestory and uploading it, a chapter at a time, to a computer bulletinboard. The intent was that by sharing and discussing this storywith others who would appreciate and understand it, I could alsoshare the burden that goes along with it and make it all seemsomehow acceptable. What I didn't count on was how deeply thisstory would affect my own desires. I found myself being aroused by the story, even as I was writingit. I was especially intrigued with how EASILY a young, naive manlike my brother could be so quickly and completely dominated by anexperienced woman! As I wrote I found myself imagining how even I,myself, would be able to achieve such complete domination of aninexperienced young man if I wanted to. It's really so easy it'salmost laughable. This foreword is meant to be read first but I have actuallywritten it last. I have just completed the last chapter of mynarrative and will be uploading it shortly, along with this`Foreword'. Even though I am a happily married mother of two, Ifind myself completely infatuated with the concept of perhapsfinding my own naive young man and capturing him. I still pity my brother for what he has become, but now I findmyself admiring Beverly for what she has accomplished! Next week Iintend to stop into a small tavern after work for a few drinks...
Dr. Phyllis Hyde-Benson (AKA Dr. Phil)--ÿ