Sessions part 2

The gray of the winter sky mimics how I'm feeling at this very moment. Playing over and over in my mind of the last session I just had with Jordan and his fiancée Alondra has me a little off kilter.      
I decided before going home to the local wine and liquor store to pick up something to relax my mind. It must have been my lucky day since once I walked in, I was greeted by Mr. Shug, the owner of the store.      
“Oh, Trina, it's been a long time. Are you here for anything specific?” he asked, eyeing me with curiosity. I knew his interest in me, but I was not interested in a relationship. He may be thinking that I am purposely pushing him away, and I have to admit I am.      
He is not a bad-looking man, and if I have my bet, I'm not the first person he's interested in coming into his store. He is at least a foot taller than my 5 foot 2 frame and graying at the temples. The way he stands shows that he needs to be in control, and I refuse to give up their control over him.      
“No, nothing in particular. If you could just point out something smooth and will not break the pocket.”      
“You know I can give you a discount.” He said as he leaned in close.      
I sidestepped and started to walk down an aisle not really looking at anything but I needed space. I can hear him walking very closely behind me in silence.      
“You don't have to walk off so abruptly, but we do have a very smooth rose. It just came in today from a new company. Already, they are making a name for themselves, so I gather that this line would be to your liking and not going to break your pocket.” I turned as he pulled the bottle off the shelf and handed it to me.      
“Thank you,” I said as I took the bottle and walked towards the register, not hearing him following me.      
I made it to my Co-op with the wine and some food I stopped off to get. Entering my apartment I immediately told Siri to turn on my favorite slow jazz and to take the lights down 60% brightness.      
Kicking off my shoes and tossing my coat on the coat rack near the door I went straight to the kitchen looking for a Corkscrew for the wine.      
Pouring the glass of wine, the memory of meeting Jordan surfaced.      
       
Past      
       
I was assigned to go to a club to observe and then write a report on specific sexual penchants.      
       
I was told to dress very seductive and to carry a recorder for notes. I was to meet the owner of the club a Mr. Martel at 1:00 in the morning. The security at this place was top notch and made me feel a little comfort. Once I was allowed in the music was the first to set my flight or fight reaction into high gear.      
       
The sounds were nothing I had ever heard from the band or an artist. I decided to push past my discomfort and go straight to at the bar. Everything seemed normal. People are having conversations and laughing, just enjoying each other's company.      
       
I think I'm in the wrong place.      
       
“Hello” a voice from behind me said that startled me out of my observations. I turned the voice and was greeted by a warm smile.      
       
“Are you Trina Lowe?”      
       
“Yes, are you, Mr. Martel?” What is that smell?      
       
“Yes. I don't think this is the right place for you.”      
       
Wait a minute, what did he just say?      
“That was rather dismissive of you. I was told to meet you so I can observe…”      
       
He took a loud, audible sigh and looked around.      
       
“I know what you were sent here to observe. Looking at you, I can tell this is not what you should see.”      
       
“By looking at me, you already made that judgment call that I should not see. What? Are people having sex? I have seen that.”      
       
He looked at me and started to chuckle and that infuriated me. I'm not a person to be laughed at.      
       
“Did I say something amusing to you?” I asked him with my arms folded and glaring at him.      
He, motion to the bartender with two fingers up.      
       
“Miss Lowe, do you like this song that is playing?” He asked as he studied me.      
       
“I've never heard this song before. Who…”      
       
He stopped me before I even finished my comment.      
       
“What you are listening to is three separate rooms. Down below this club. In those three separate rooms are people enjoying each other's bodies. The second underlining tone which is a soft drum and a Tibetan flute.” He said as he turned to the bartender that handed him 2 glasses of Auburn liquid.      
       
I sat there in shock at what he just said. I was listening to people having sex and not realizing the sounds. Why did it make me want to run? He handed me the drink, and I downed it very quickly, realizing it was a shot of bourbon.      
       
“You see, Miss Lowe, I study people. I saw the way you were acting the minute you came into the club. I saw how you instantly made a judgment of the people that are sitting above here. And I notice you're biting the side of your lip, which is a tell of uncertainty or arousal.”      
       
He read that so accurately I felt like I was the one being observed and not me observing.      
       
“The professor said that this was the perfect assignment for the paper he wanted me to hand in within the weak. You're telling me I cannot handle what is happening down below?”      
       
He took a drink and then turned back to me, giving me the same smile he had greeted me with in the beginning.      
       
“Now you're curious? A little anxious, I can tell, but more curiosity than anything.”      
       
There was a loud wailing, and the tempo started to grow with the drum and flute.      
       
“It sounds like one of the couples are coming to the precipice of their union. If you can put aside your emotions and just watch then maybe..”      
       
What is exactly going on between me and him at this moment. It was like he wanted me to want to find out what's going on and at the same time it's like he's protecting me away from what is going on. But he's right though to become a therapist and need to put aside my emotions and to see and hear what is really occurring.