she asks him during her first
session. She knew just who she
could push buttons with. Anyone else
would have been angered with this
question. Not him! He answered
“not that often; when my wife is away”
Where do you do it, in the shower
or in the bed? By now most psychologist’s
eyes would be rolling in the back
of their head from the very intimate
interrogation. But not his. He told her he
has *** outside in the moonlight by the
lake in the thick of hot summer’s
swelter. She envied this because her husband
always needed shelter to copulate –
there was nothing daring in him
unlike her swashbuckling questions.