I wasn't laying on a couch and there wasn't a bearded man seated in a hard-backed chair next to me with a pad in his hand. I was, however talking to a Psychiatrist. She was fiftyish and seated in a comfortable chair opposite me. I was seated in a similarly comfortable chair and between us, on a coffee table was a voice recorder. I was aware of the reason for my being here and accepted the process that was about to begin.
"What are your earliest memories?" She asked.
"I can remember that we had a dog and it bit me, not hard, just enough to break the skin. Mum was about to punish the dog when my brother told her that I got what I deserved because I was pulling her tail."
"How did you feel about that?"
"I wasn't happy that he dobbed me in, but, on thinking about it, it was fair enough."
"How did you get on with him?"
"Okay, I guess. He was five years older than me so we had differing interests. He was into planes and wanted to become a pilot when he grew up, while I was into cars and wanted to become a race or rally driver. We both achieved our ambitions."
"What about girls?"
"What about them?"
"When did you start noticing girls?"
"I noticed them around the same age as my brother did, but I didn't get involved with them for some time. I was a shy boy, I found that I couldn't speak to them without stuttering."
"How old were you when you had your first girlfriend?"
"I was nineteen and a student at Uni, I was studying Automotive Engineering. She, Danielle, was a fellow student and we were thrown together working on a project."
"Did you have sex with her?"
"Not straight away. We'd been together, sort of, for two years before we moved our relationship up a notch."
"Who initiated this encounter, was it you?"
"No. We were working closely together on a project that involved her car and I could smell her perfume. I didn't realise at first that my penis was getting hard until she touched it. She said that we should do something about it and I thought she meant something on her car, but then she squeezed my penis and I banged my head on the bonnet. (hood). She chuckled just before she kissed me. I was confused, never having contemplated that this would happen."
"Why do you think that?"
"Well, like I said I was a shy kid who didn't think that girls were interested in me, not like my brother, he just seemed to attract them. It might have had something to do with the uniform. Girls just seemed to gravitate to him when he was in his RAAF uniform. I remember one night coming home from a late lecture and hearing noises coming from his room. He was on the bed with a girl, they were both naked and he was having sex with her. They didn't notice me standing there until after he'd come in her. She looked over and saw me standing there holding my erection. 'Hi, do you want to join us?' She asked. I ran down to my room. I was so embarrassed."
"What happened next?"
He came to my room and told me that if I didn't say anything to Mum or Dad he'd let me fuck Susie."
"Did you?"
"No!"
"Why not? It would appear that it was on offer."
"I didn't think, I knew, that it wasn't right." She wrote something on the pad she had on her thigh.
"Getting back to your first time, was it different to what you watched between your brother and his sexual partner?"
"Yes. Susie had no pubic hair while Danielle had her pubic hair trimmed in the shape of a downward pointing arrow. She told me that, as it would be my first time I might need to be pointed in the right direction. She was funny in that way."
"So, she was experienced then?"
"No, it was her first time too. She told me that she had been reading up on sexual intercourse in preparation for this moment. The arrow was her idea."
"Did she often indulge in flights of fancy?"
"All of the time, that's what made our relationship so special, she was always surprising me."
"Was it just in your sexual relationship?"
"No, it was always there, I never knew when it would happen."
"Did you just accept this as part of her behaviour, or did you join in?"
"It cut both ways, I could hand it out as well."
"Who proposed, you or her?"