08/22/2025
READ the of the upcoming ebook, THE INFAMY CONFESSION - Written by MD Revo - from The Daughters of Hustle series.
CHAPTER ONE EXCERPT:
Kalima began to walk towards the edge of the room. Her skirt slowly rose above her thighs. Her caramel skin appeared unblemished, and her shapely hips moved side to side like a provocative model. She stopped in front of the large wall, and stared at the diplomas and awards. “Fascinating,” she whispered. “This is pretty impressive.”
Dr. Timothy Roy slowly removed his glasses from around his white face. His green eyes remained engaged. “I truly appreciate...the kind gesture. I really do. It was thoughtful.”
Kalima smiled, inwardly. “Thank you.”
Dr. Roy kept his eyes focused on hers. “But this morning...isn’t about your admiration for my accomplishments. We are here this morning...to eliminate the problems that have been haunting your soul. Since you were a child.”
Kalima turned to the side and noticed him, staring directly into her soft, brown eyes. “I understand, Doctor. I was just admiring your victories. That’s all.”
“But there is no reason to admire them.”
“All victories should be acknowledged.”
“Why do you believe that?”
“Just imagine...if no one ever shared their personal victories with the world.”
“In what way, would that affect the world?”
“There would be no inspiration to fight for what we believe in.”
“Does a person...really need to be inspired, in order to fight for their beliefs?”
“Without inspiration, a person would never--”
He interrupted her. “Well...now it’s time for you to claim your own victories.”
“You’re correct.”
“Today, you will learn how to prevent future defeats and unwanted surrenders.”
Kalima turned back around, and continued to stare at the wall. “Excuse me Doctor...but who is this good-looking young man in the dapper business suit? He looks familiar. He looks like someone I’ve seen in one of my High School textbooks.”
Dr. Roy smiled. He was surprised by her interest. “His name is Carl Gustav Jung. He was a Swiss psychiatrist and psychoanalyst.”
“Carl Jung?”
Dr. Roy rose out of his leather chair and immediately felt a pain in his knees. “No...his name isn’t Carl Jung. His name is Carl Gustav Jung. You have to learn how to pronounce his full name. You cannot say his name...and then omit his middle name.”
Kalima had an awkward expression on her face. “So his name is...Carl Gustav Jung.” She made sure to emphasize the middle name, as she continued to analyze the painting. She looked deeper.
“Wait...I think I remember him.”
“Well...let me help induce your memory. He’s the founder of analytical psychology.”
“Yeah...yeah...that’s right. He’s the one who went to war with Freud.”
Dr. Roy’s face quickly changed. “A war? There was never a war between them.”
“Of course, there was.”
“Kalima, do you know the definition of war?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Well...if you truly knew the definition of war...then you would know...there was never any record of any kind of hostile conflict...that required arms.”
“They may have never...picked up any weapons...and tried to kill each other in the streets. But you have to admit...they shared an extreme level of hostility towards each other.”
“Freud and Jung were never enemies. They were just two brilliant thinkers who had some mild theoretical differences.”
Kalima wasn’t completely convinced. “I believe it was more than that.”
“More than that? No. Actually...it’s rather simple.”
Kalima turned around and looked directly at him. “Explain.”
“Jung was more enveloped in understanding personality and consciousness. He wanted to dedicate...more of his work...and more of his time...into analyzing dreams, mythology, and spirituality...instead of s*xual energy.”
“But s*xual drive and s*xual instinct are the key elements of psychoanalysis.”
“According to who?”
“You don’t agree?”
“I disagree...strongly.”
“You disagree?”
“Yes.”
“Why? Why do you disagree?”
“Because...there is nothing in this world...more powerful...than a strong mind.”
Kalima wanted to respond, but didn’t.
Sorry...let me rephrase. There’s nothing in this world...more powerful...than a strong, disciplined mind.”
“But s*x is the most powerful weapon in the world, isn’t it?”
Dr. Roy smiled. “Kalima...s*x is an urge.”
“But it’s also a strong weapon, correct?”
“Yes...some human beings are able to transform that urge into a powerful weapon. But in order to maintain the power and the control over the weapon...they must have the uncanny ability to detach their emotional soul from the act of s*x.”
“That makes sense.”
“The human mind...controls all the physical systems of the body. Nothing is more powerful than the human mind. Your mind creates the urge for s*x.”
“But what about the or***ms?”
“Your mind contributes to the creation and the pleasure of intense or***ms. How do you think women are able to receive the most intense or***ms through solo ma********on? And ask yourself, how do you think females are able to have s*x with someone, without even being aroused?”
Kalima stayed silent.
“The human mind...that is strong and disciplined...will always defeat a strong urge...even if that urge is s*x.”
Kalima agreed with him, slightly. She turned back around and stared at the painting again. “I have one more question.”
“I’m listening.”
Why do you have these four candles burning around the golden frame?”
Dr. Roy slowly walked forward and then stopped; a couple of feet away from her shapely backside. He placed his glasses back on his face and looked at the painting. “Ahhh...the candles.”
“Yes, the candles.”
“Well...every morning...I light those candles...as a personal expression of honor for his contributions to the science of psychology. I wouldn’t be able to exist without his unflinching commitment and his independent theories and teachings.”
They stared at the painting together.
Kalima smiled and then turned around again. “It sounds...as if...you worship him.”
“I honor him. I don’t worship him.”
Kalima didn’t believe him. But she trusted him...a little more.
THE INFAMY CONFESSIONRELEASE DATE: TBD
