A one Act Skit
by Deena

Characters: Dr. A. Tammy Dean - Psychiatrist Ricky - gorgeous patient

Setting: The Doctor’s office

Character Description: Dr. A. Tammy Dean is a beautiful blue-eyed brunette. She’s dressed in an elegant champagne colored button down silk blouse with long, flowing sleeves with deep cuffs, and an ankle-length, black wrap-around skirt. She’s wearing black high heels.

Ricky is of medium height and beautiful build. His curly dark brown hair hits the top of the collar of his well- worn denim shirt. He’s casually dressed in a pair of tight black jeans and ankle high boots. His eyes are amber-colored and sparkle with life.

It is about two years after the wedding.

As the scene opens, we see the doctor seated behind her desk. In front of it and slightly to stage left at a 45* angle to the stage is an over-stuffed, deeply cushioned couch. An armchair facing the audience is near its head. We hear a buzzer. The receptionist has sent in the doctor’s next patient. He enters stage right and the doctor rises from her seat, physically reacting to his masculine beauty. She comes around to the front of her desk and gestures to the couch. He sinks deep into the cushions and the session commences as the doctor sits down in the armchair.

Dr. A. Tammy Dean: I’m very glad you decided to follow your sister-in-law, Lola’s advice and make an appointment, Enrique. It’s all right with you to call you that, I hope. I want us to be friends.

Ricky: (smiling shyly) Please, then call me Ricky.

Dr. D: Ricky. And many of my patients call me Dr. D.

Ricky: I like that. (tries it out) Dr. D.

Dr. D: Now, Ricky, tell me, why have you come seeking my help? I asked Lola not to tell me anything that she may have observed regarding your problem; I didn’t want to be influenced in any way.

Ricky: Well, Marina and I have been married two years now and I think...I think I may be losing her.

Dr. D: How so?

Ricky: Ah...the sex...it...we...

Dr. D: Spit it out, man!

Ricky: (angrily) All right! There is no sex! Nothing! Nada! And when I think of how we met...what we had...

Dr. D: Tell me, how did you meet?

Ricky: Everything is confidential, si?

Dr. D: (Brusquely) Of course, of course.

Ricky: Well then – I kidnapped her.

Dr. D: You what?

Ricky: Kidnapped. Let me tell you. I am an orphan. I grew up in institutions, finally ending up in an asylum. I constantly escaped, but always came back – I didn’t have any other home. Then one day I escaped and went to a wild club. I met Marina there. She was high on drugs and very...responsive. We screwed like rabbits. Didn’t even ask me my name, but I knew hers. She’s an actress (proudly).

Dr. D: Yes, yes. I know – grade B movies. (dismissively)

Ricky: (like a knight errant) Art films.

Dr. D: Whatever.

Ricky: Anyway I went back, but I couldn’t forget her. I became normal and was released. The first thing I did was find her and kidnap her. I knew she’d never agree to meet with a man who’s spent his life in institutions. An orphan. A crazy person.

Dr. D: She obviously did fall in love with you. She never reported the kidnapping. You’re married. But tell me, you said the sex was fantastic. Did you do anything differently then?

Ricky: Well...I tied her up.

Dr. D: Bondage? Did she like it? Was she willing?

Ricky: Not at first. But then I fought for her, put myself on the line and she responded to me. I adore her.

Dr. D: That’s very moving. (leaning closer to him) Tell me, was she restrained while you were making love?

Ricky: No, just before we would get at it, I would tie her. It seemed to turn her on. You know, she was still trying to get off drugs. So Lola and I, we helped her to stay clean. Soon she became pregnant and we stopped tying knots – we didn’t want to harm the baby. We have a little boy now, Antonio Domingo – we call him A.D. (Takes out wallet and opens it. A row of pictures unfolds to the floor)

Dr. D: Very handsome. Now tell me, when did you first notice the change?

Ricky: After the baby. He’s 9 months old. Before, even when she was pregnant, the sex...it was very, very good. Different, but good – great. Now...and she is not even nursing! There is no reason...I do not know what to do. (Leans forward, holding head – a picture of despair).

Dr. D: (Observing him. You can see she’s turned on...Moved). Ricky, you believe I’m here to help you, yes?

Ricky: Si, si. (mumbles, not looking up).

Dr. D: Well, this may be a bit radical. I think we should have sex.

Ricky: (sitting bolt upright) What?!

Dr. D: Easy, not all the way. Let me ask you, have you tied her up lately?

Ricky: But she is my wife! - The mother of my child. Of course I haven’t!

Dr. D: There you are! She is not just your wife and your child’s mother, but still your love. You need to bring the excitement back into your sex life. And I’m sure you need practice in...knot tying.

Ricky: (Thinking about it). Si, Dr. D. I think you’re right. (looks her up and down admiringly) But I don’t have any rope. (Eyes her inquiringly).

Dr. D: (Rises and turning gracefully, goes to her desk. Rummages around in drawer and takes out length of rope and roll of tape. Goes over and stands in front of Ricky, so close he can see that she is trembling with anticipation).

Ricky: (Examines the buttons on her blouse. Looks up at her from underneath those curly lashes. Does not say a word).

Dr. D: (Takes a deep breath). Atame.
BLACK OUT

The End