C'est Possiblé

Doctor Anne Possible walked into the psychiatrist‘s office easily. Her eyes roamed casually over the sparse décor. It was the same as it always was. No pictures, no loose pencils, only the doctor‘s files and one felt tip pen for her to write with. Anne smiled at the precautions taken in this prison even if the were redundant where she was concerned. She looked over her shoulder at the guard, “Thank you for escorting me to my session.”

In her chair the doctor signaled for the female officer to leave and turned to Anne. “So Mrs. Possible, how are you doing today?”

“I’m not Mrs. Possible anymore, my husband divorced me remember?” Anne Possible said, “That’s one of the reasons we have these sessions, and I’ve told you. You can call me Anne, Dr. Lyst.”

“You can call me Anna then.” The psychiatrist said as she made a note in her paperwork. “Tell me, why don’t you sound upset about that fact.”

“My husband leaving me? After what happened I don’t blame him. In fact, I understand completely. I understand why society says what happened was wrong, why I was arrested, why I was given such a light sentence, and why this therapy is part of that sentence.” Anne smiled.

“So you do regret your actions, and the way things have happened?” The Psychiatrist asked.

“No.” Anne’s voice was steady, undisturbed, “I said I understood. I was a brain surgeon, remember? I can look at things objectively. Understanding and regretting are two different things.”

“So you still think there was nothing wrong with what you did?” The psychiatrist pressed.

“Again, you’re making distinctions doctor. I had an affair, that was wrong. I had the affair with my sixteen year old daughter, that was wrong. Together, my daughter and I had an affair with a major criminal and my daughter’s sixteen year old friend Monique. That was wrong. If I could go back and do it all again, I wouldn’t change anything.” Anne Possible smiled as she thought back.

“Even though you were arrested for statutory rape, child abuse, aiding and abetting a known terrorist, deemed an unfit mother, will be placed on a sexual offenders list, and have lost custody of all your children?” Dr. Lyst looked at the red head long and hard.

“Anna, do you know why my sentence is so light? Why even after all those charges, and my admitting my guilt to them, that I’m being released next week? I should be in jail for at least fifty years before I‘m eligible for parole, and yet I‘m getting out after a year and a half with no probation.” Dr. Possible smiled.

“I’ve heard rumors. Here say and guesses. Most of the actualities and legal matters are concealed.” The doctor didn’t like that and it was obvious in her voice.

“My daughter, and one of our lovers, cut a deal with Global Justice. Global Justice pressured the legal system here. Shego, the international criminal, agreed to turn in several of her former allies and turn states evidence, and my daughter promised not to go Rogue and try to take over the world. It really is amazing what can happen when your daughter is Kim Possible.” Anne smiled. “I had to spend some time in jail, obviously, but my daughter is eighteen next week. Her friend Monique is already eighteen. They all three have an apartment in Upperton. Next week, I’ll be moving in after I’m released.”

“What about your practice?” The Dr. Asked.

“I wasn’t a pediatrician doctor. I was one of the worlds leading neurosurgeons. I’ll be able to get a job with a hospital, if not Middleton, then in Upperton or Lowerton. If not there, my daughter is a Hero for Hire now along with Shego. Monique is studying to be a fashion designer and she can travel to places like Paris, Milan, all on Kim and Shego’s ticket, I think they have their own private jet now, so she can study from anywhere we go… my personal life has very little to do with my professional one.” She smiled.

“Well, since this is our last session, how about you tell me once and for all the story behind this. You’ve never denied it, never challenged what anyone said about you, but you still haven’t told me why you fell into this relationship with these three women.” The psychiatrist stared at her, curiosity the foremost emotion in her eyes.

“Well, that’s a long story… you’d probably have to cancel the rest of your sessions today.” Anne smiled.

“Consider it done…” The doctor quickly made a phone call and had her assistants rescheduling.

“Well, according to the records, it started when Kim was sixteen, but that’s not true. That’s just when we got caught. You see, we knew what was happening was wrong, but we didn’t care. We were too busy loving each other… Neither of us wanted it to happen, but once it did… there was no stopping it. I guess that’s where I should start, the first time.” Anne’s face was wistful as she recalled her incestuous lesbian past, “Kim had just gotten back from a mission, and she had fought Shego…”