When Robert Sloan and Heidi Faust first meet mutual attraction follows soon thereafter. Rob, a marital and sex therapist has no idea that the attractive young woman with whom he has made a date has been for three years a high class call girl.
The couple spends most of their free time together and their love for each other only grows deeper. Heidi, fearful she might run into one of her customers, and fearful of the impact it will have on their relationship concludes that she must tell Rob about her past. Rob, although deeply wounded concludes that his love for Heidi is too great and prostitute or not, he will not give her up. When he compares his sexual experience with Heidi's, he is forced to confront uncertainties and anxieties he has not faced before. Heidi, with only limited success, does her best to assure Rob that his fears and anxieties are unwarranted.
The couple finds marital bliss which only intensifies during their three years together until, that is, Heidi informs Rob she is returning to her profession as a call girl. Then all hell breaks loose.
In this poignant love story, two people who could not be further apart in their professional backgrounds embark on an unlikely love affair that without warning, comes to an abrupt end. Love is replaced with hatred which leads to both learning the truth not only about each other, but also about themselves. In the end love proves to be far more enduring than hatred and a love which has never cooled once again characterizes Rob's and Heidi's marriage.
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There Is a Time for Everything under HeavenA Time to Hate and a Time to Love
By Richard Waltner
iUniverse, Inc.Copyright © 2011 Richard Waltner
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Chapter OneThey met when he passed the counter where she had just finished making a purchase. She turned quickly, they collided, and the small bag he was carrying flew out of his hand. When it hit the floor the bottle of shaving lotion inside broke, splattering its contents around the area. As they both knelt on the floor to retrieve the soggy bag, she said,
"I'm so sorry, that was clumsy of me."
"It's OK," he replied, "it was only a small bottle of shaving lotion, it can easily be replaced. Both raised their heads and their eyes met at the same time. For a moment they looked at each other's face. What an attractive girl. He thought. What a nice looking man, she thought.
"Please let me replace the shaving lotion," she said.
"No, no, that's not necessary, but I'll tell you what you can do."
She hesitated for a moment then asked,
"And what would that be?"
"We are right next to a coffee shop; would you have a cup of coffee with me?"
She looked at her watch, and then at him again for a moment, and said,
"Sure, I guess that's the least I can do."
They walked across the hall, entered the coffee shop and found an empty table. He pulled out a chair and helped seat her. She thought to herself that was nice I didn't think men did that anymore. He interrupted her thoughts asking,
"Can I get you anything to eat?"
"No thank you, just a cup of coffee."
She was approximately 5 feet 6 inches tall, of slender build with a very shapely figure. Her dark hair was pulled back and bound with a rubber band close to the back of her head, it was shoulder length. Her attractive face was clear and without blemishes. She was a very expensive call girl who catered only to wealthy men. He was 6 feet tall, with a very muscular well shaped figure. He had broad shoulders and narrow hips. His hair was also dark with an occasional wave. Unlike many men who were wearing their hair short, his was not; however, he was well groomed. Other than for an attractive mustache, he was clean shaven. He was a marital and sex therapist and had recently opened an office.
When he returned with the coffee he was smiling and said,
"I didn't know if you use cream, sugar or both, so I brought both."
She was charmed by his smile. It was so friendly and it came to him so easily.
"I like mine black," she said.
"I like mine with a little of both," was his response. He sat down and then said,
"Well, we might as well get acquainted. My name is Robert Sloan. My friend's call me Rob and I hope you will do likewise. I'm a marital and sex therapist and I have recently started my practice. Marital therapy has been around for a long time, however sexual therapy is a relatively new field. There are many people who need the help of a well trained therapist with their marital and sexual problems."
"Two friends of mine, we met in college, share a small building we had divided into offices. All of us are counselors and we decided to start our practices together. Zack Kettering is a child therapist and Ken Jones is a financial advisor and counselor. We each have our own office, Ken and Zack have secretaries, however I have not yet arrived at the point financially where I can afford one."
"When you do, I suppose she will be middle aged and with much experience."
"No, she will be young and pretty and able to handle the intimate details of a couple's relationship that are a necessary part of record keeping. That means I have to keep the records and do the computer work which doesn't leave me much free time."
"I was born and raised in a small town in south eastern South Dakota. After high school graduation, I enrolled at the University of South Dakota in Vermillion where I earned my Master's degree. I went directly to the University of Utah where I received my doctors' degree"
"You are a doctor?"
"For what it's worth, yes I am."
"What do you mean for what it's worth?"
"There are times when I am called on to talk about my college years I get the feeling there are those who think that I'm bragging."
"I would say that getting a doctor's degree is something to brag about."
"As I mentioned, there are many people who need help with their relationships, however, the idea has not yet sunk in that it is OK to get help when a relationship begins to flounder. With the high divorce rate as it is, more and more people are seeking help rather than ending the marriage or continuing to live in a relationship that is less than satisfying, especially sexually satisfying."
"I love my work and when I know I have helped, really helped a couple or an individual, I find it very satisfying."
My, she thought, he sure is open. I think I could tell him a thing or two about satisfying sexual relationships. For having met just a short time ago he certainly is open about himself and his profession. Because of his demeanor and attire I thought he was in the professions. This was supposed to be nothing more than having coffee together, but it's turning out to be far more than that. I wonder how much I can tell him about myself.
While he spoke, she looked him over. What a handsome man he is. He has such a friendly smile and it comes so easy to him. He is so disarmingly charming. I wish I had more customers like him. I'll bet it would be great having sex with him. Maybe I'll try to seduce him. On the other hand most likely he has a strong sense of morals and ethics and seducing him would not be easy if even possible. Oh well, it was a fun thought.
She wasn't surprised to hear that he was a therapist. There was something about his dress and demeanor that said professional. She wrinkled her brow, and then said,
"I didn't know there were such people as sex therapists. What do you do, help people get connected sexually?" Then she laughed.
Rob smiled and thought, what a pleasant laugh she has, then he said,
"Well, I guess I can say that is one of the things I do."
The moment the words were out of her mouth she regretted having said them.
"I'm sorry, I meant no offense."
"You don't have to apologize. I think what you said is very appropriate for those couples who aren't getting it together sexually."
Who am I to cast dispersions on anyone's profession, she thought. Rob told me what his profession is. Me, on the other hand I can't even tell him what my profession is.
"Well, other than filling in the small details of my life that is about it."
"Hardly," she said, "I know there is much more than that."
"Yes, but I don't think you would be interested in the minutia.
"How do you know?"
Rob flashed his smile again.
"I guess it's my turn. My name is Heidi Faust, and right now I'm between jobs, just not doing much of anything."
"Heidi is such a pretty name for such a pretty girl," Robert said.
"Be careful Rob, flattery will get you every where."
"Please call me Rob. Where are you from Heidi?"
"My parental home is in Iowa" she replied. In fact I have been to Vermillion, a number of times. During my senior year I even considered enrolling in the University of South Dakota, however I wanted to get farther away from home."
"Your family life wasn't very good?"
"My family life was wonderful with both a loving mother and father and three brothers who were very protective of me. As a matter of fact, almost too much so. I'm the youngest. My home town is close to Sioux City. Where about in South Dakota did you live?"
"In a small town about 35 miles from Yankton. Do you know where Yankton is?"
"Of course, as with Vermillion I have been there a number of times. What an irony, on more than one occasion we were separated by just a few miles. If I had attended the University in Vermillion, who knows, we might have met during our college years."
"Gosh Heidi, that sure would have been great."
"I decided to attend the University of Washington. It was tough and expensive, but finally I received my masters degree."
"You have a master's degree?"
"Are you planning to get a doctors degree?"
"Heavens no, a masters is enough for what I do and further college is too expensive."
"How did you happen to get to Tacoma?"
"I pursued an ad in a local paper. A company was looking for a business administrator. I was eager to get out of Seattle, so the offer seemed tailor made for me. So, here I am. Like you there is much minutia which you wouldn't be interested in."
"And like you Heidi, how do you know?"
Neither was in a hurry to leave so they continued visiting, talking about their respective homes, some childhood anecdotes, some of their likes and dislikes, just small things. He asked her,
"When did you finish college, Heidi?"
"I finished my bachelor's degree two years ago in spring. I received my masters at the end of the fall semester."
"So," Rob said, "that makes us about the same age. I'm almost 26." Heidi laughed; "I'm 23."
"What do you know about that?" Rob responded. "Here we are two people who have just met, you are from Iowa and I am from just across the border in South Dakota. You have a bachelor's degree and I have just a bit more college and now we discover we are very close together in age. Is that a coincidence or what?"
They visited for another half hour when Heidi looked at her watch and said,
"My goodness, do you know we have been visiting for over two hours. I must be going. I want you to know that I really enjoyed our visit, and Rob, we did talk about minutia."
"Two hours," Rob replied, "has it been that long? I also enjoyed our visit Heidi, I enjoyed it very much. I don't want to seem too forward, but sometimes a fellow has to be when he meets a pretty girl. Would you have dinner with me one of these early evenings?"
She hesitated. Would it be wise to continue the relationship? She had already lied about her profession, how many more lies would she have to tell. At the same time how could she refuse him? Rob broke the silence.
"As pretty as you are, I'm sure you are either engaged or going steady. I should have asked you before I asked for a date."
"I am neither Rob, I'm as free as a bird."
She enjoyed their time together; he was such a polite man and such a good conversationalist. One date with him would be OK; she would guard what she said very carefully.
"You aren't being forward, I would like that very much Rob."
"Alright, let's check our calendars."
They got out their pocket calendars and both had the coming Sunday evening free.
"Is Sunday evening too soon for you Heidi?"
"No, that would be fine."
"OK," Rob said, "I know of a little out of the way Italian Restaurant, that serves up some mighty good food. Do you like Italian dishes?"
"I love them," responded Heidi."
"Alright, that's settled," Rob replied. "Until Sunday evening then, you take care of yourself."
"I will, she said, and you too."
With that said they turned to go their separate ways.
"Whoa," Rob said, "I need your address and phone number, and I'll give you mine."
They exchanged phone numbers and addresses and then went their separate ways. As she headed for her car, Heidi thought, my gosh, here I'm a call girl, and he is a therapist. Well, that doesn't mean we can't have a good time together. He doesn't have to know I'm a call girl. I'm going to have to make sure my car is in the garage otherwise Rob can't help wondering how a girl between jobs can afford such a fancy car.
Chapter TwoAs Sunday evening approached Heidi 's excitement increased. She said to herself. My gosh, I feel like a high school girl again going out on my first date. Why not, it's been years since I had a real date, and who could be better to have it with than Rob. I know I'm going to enjoy it.
She was glad she had told her manager that she was taking a couple of weeks off. The timing couldn't have been better. She needed a break from her business that was beginning to wear more and more on her.
The date was a complete success. Rob picked a restaurant that had a nice decor, nothing fancy, and the food was excellent. It certainly wasn't the kind of eating place she had become accustomed to. Often, when a customer paid for an afternoon and night with her, he took her out for dinner to expensive eating places. With Rob it was different. Because of his limited income he could not afford to take her to a fancy restaurant.
She said to herself, what do I care how fancy the restaurant is, I'll be getting back to them soon enough. Further, I want to enjoy the date with Rob. Most likely it will be our first and last date.
But that's not the way it turned out. Although they were miles apart so far as professions went they seemed very compatible in most other areas. They both liked good music, they both liked outdoor activities. Rob enjoyed hiking, back packing and camping. Heidi especially enjoyed hiking in the mountains. The only camping she had done was back in Iowa. Her father loved to fish and often the family would camp for a few days at a nearby lake while he and her brothers fished.
Rob spoke so favorably about packing food, clothing and his cameras into the mountains, setting up camp and then hiking, taking pictures by the dozens that the idea intrigued her. He spoke of places he went to often and talked much about his cameras and how they worked. She had wanted to get into photography, but never got around to buying a camera. She thought maybe some week end she would give it a try. But the hiking part was a joy for both of them.
They visited about experiences they had in high school, about past dates they had, about their infatuations that seemed always to be short lived. Rob told her that was a big problem young people faced, how to distinguish infatuation from true love. His premarital counseling almost always involved young couples. He had put together a list of questions the couple was to go over together. Some of the questions were pretty touchy and some involved discussing very intimate issues. He told her if a couple could get through the list without a lot of conflict it might very well be indicative of a love relationship. He commented on how much he enjoyed pre marital counseling.
Being raised in S.E.S.D., Rob was an ardent hunter. She could see the pleasure reflected in his eyes when he spoke of his love for pheasant hunting. Her dad and brothers were also pheasant hunters and James, her youngest brother in particular, enjoyed hunting white tail deer. She often accompanied her dad on his pheasant hunts and though she wanted to also hunt, her dad never got around to buying her a shotgun that would be adequate, but not punishing.
When Rob asked her what her hobbies were, she told him she really didn't have many hobbies. Photography intrigued her and that buying a camera was on her list of priorities.
"Heidi," Rob said, "That is one hobby of mine of which I could give you a lot of instruction."
He talked about single lens reflex cameras, about pixels and a number of other things about which she knew nothing. It was late when Rob stopped in front of her house. It was well lit up by street lights. Rob commented on the house saying,
"Rent must really cost you a bundle."
She answered by saying,
"Living in a nice house is one extravagance I allow myself."
Damn, she thought, another lie, but how can I tell him I own the house. How can I tell him about the other extravagancies that I have?
He was curious about her car he wanted to know what kind it was, what kind of mileage she got, about maintenance and other things men would know and be curious about. He was just like her brothers when it came to cars, talking about things that had no meaning to her.
She told him it was a small Ford that gave her very good gas mileage. Another lie, but how could she tell him she owned a Jaguar. Well, not to worry since this was just a get acquainted date. Soon she would forget about Rob and he would forget about her.
Each time she lied she remembered her dad's words, Be honest and don't lie for if you do, they will eventually catch up with you. When she thought about her mother and dad, her throat tightened up on her. She was neglecting them totally. Sure, as a call girl she was making lots of money but in other respects it was a real drag. She ignored her parents. She wanted to find a man she could love, a man she would have children with.
So long as she remained a call girl, those were only dreams. And even if she quit the business and fell in love, how could she go on living a lie for the rest of her life? Being a call girl, no man would be interested in marriage with her.
Rob got out of his Chrysler, walked around the front to the passenger side and opened Heidi's door for her.
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Table of Contents
Chapter Twenty One....................231
Chapter Twenty Two....................247
Chapter Twenty Three....................265
Chapter Twenty Four....................286
Chapter Twenty Five....................293
Chapter Twenty Six....................303
Chapter Twenty Seven....................320
Chapter Twenty Eight....................339
Chapter Twenty Nine....................347
Chapter Thirty One....................378