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'Luna, how was your day?' Vic asked.
'I have come to hate new patient days. Even though the patient has described why they need help, It doesn't always go that way.' I shared.
'Something happened today?'
'I had four new patients and a new couple. One hour session for each.'
'The first was described to me as a straightforward ED. His GP referred him to me after he tried the blue pill route. I soon discovered he had deeper rooted problems. If he fantasized it was his mother while he was having intercourse, no problem, he ejaculated into his wife. Every time. When there was no fantasy while having intercourse with his wife, it supposedly wasn't working. I didn't think he was taking the pill. He finally admitted it. I have to work with him on the mother issue.'
'Sex with your mother? That's incest. He has a problem for sure.' Vic said.
'Second patient - she couldn't orgasm - ever. She would fake it with partners. After a discussion it was clear there was a biology issue. She will go through tests. Something amiss in her vagina.'
'Wow, if you are born without the right stuff, what can you do?' Vic again.
He is trying to be helpful.
'Third patient - she was sexually confused. Not sure what sex she should be or pursue. She is very attractive and draws a lot of attention from both sexes. She has sex with both. This will take a few sessions to help her with her confusion.'
'Can't she just be happy being bi? I know one and she is really happy. More opportunities she said.'
I knew who he was talking about. My private detective had pictures.
'Fourth patient - a doozy. In the pre-session questionnaire, he stated he viewed this as an interview to determine the right physician to move forward with. It seemed so general, I had a bad feeling about it. I was correct.'
'He insisted on lying on my couch instead of a chair in front of my desk. He plopped down on it while I moved a chair next to it. As I sat down, he took his pants and briefs off. He had an erection! He said and I quote 'Show me how good your blowjob service is, then we will move to your fucking service.''
'Wow, what did you do?'
'I told him that was not appropriate, that is not what I do. I ordered him to put on his briefs and pants back on.'
'His response was even more surprising. He said and I quote 'Oh, I like it, playing a game with me. You want to suck my cock while you are sitting down? No problem,'
'He stood up and presented his erection to me. He moved it close to my mouth and said, 'Doctor take it in your mouth and make it better.'
I thought to myself, not sharing with Vic, it was an interesting proposition. It has been so long since I wrapped my lips around a big cock. But I couldn't. It would be on the recording.
'I backed my chair up, stood up and walked to the door. I told him he could leave peacefully and never come back or I will have building security escort you out, the police if necessary. I video record all sessions. You signed the consent to do so. I will press charges for attempted sexual assault.'
'He said he thought the consent was to make a porn video! Crazy'
'What did he do?' Vic said in a concerned tone.
'He got dressed and ran out the door. I had Talia run a search on the sex crime database we have access to. His name didn't come up, then she played with different variations and got a hit via his photo.'
'What was the asshole convicted of?'
'Vic, you will love this. Convicted of sexual assault of a clinical sexologist.'
'Figures.'
'Talia will change her appointment process to check the database, trying different variations.'
'And my last appointment was a couple.'
He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. This was a setup. It was about us.
'The husband lost interest in sex. She made repeated attempts to rekindle their sex life but failed. She decided to hire a private detective to determine if he had another sex partner. He did. I was shocked when she showed both of us pictures of him and a female in compromising situations.'
I stared at him, he couldn't look at me. I continued my description of our situation.
'I suggested they engage a marriage counselor or divorce attorney.'
Vic sadly said without looking at me, 'She should take those photos and hire a divorce attorney. Their marriage is going nowhere.'
'Sorry you had a bad day. I have to go, I am meeting up with my friend. I won't be back till Sunday night.'
He stood up, went into the bedroom and came out with his overnight bag. He grabbed his car keys and left.
My suspicions were just confirmed, The reality of our situation hit me like a train. I was hopeful with the gray. Gone. Now back and white. I started crying uncontrollably. Our marriage was on its way to the trash can. I didn't want it to end but now it seemed inevitable.
I punished myself. It must be my fault. Maybe I didn't satisfy his sexual needs. Me a clinical sexologist not good in bed? When our sex life was active, he was very complimentary of my creativity with different techniques and positions. Maybe he just needed more variety. Maybe he was desensitized to our sex life and sought another type of stimulation.
My private detective followed his girlfriend whenever Vic returned to me. He concluded that his friend was a bisexual. When the detective shared that with me, it resurrected a memory.
Vic and I were cuddling after a half hour of sex. I remember the conversation well.
'Luna, what do you think about doing a threesome? A threesome with a female. A bisexual third?'
'I think that is something I would never do. A bisexual? Really?'
'Just joking, I like to see you riled up. It turns me on.'
That triggered another half hour of sex.
When he went to the bathroom, I laid there in bed thinking the threesome was not a joke. He would do that in a flash. Maybe we should do that, but I would like a straight male with a large penis. Yes, a large penis with a big head and thick shaft. Bigger than Vic. That would work for me.
Having sex with someone like that was one of my sexual fantasies, a fantasy I never turned real - yet.
***
I could not stand the thought of rattling around this house all weekend planning what I would say to Vic when he returned. Thinking about Vic and his friend will drive me crazy. I had to do something constructive.
Dad had dodged jail time for running the MILF dating service by agreeing to therapy for his sex addiction. I recommended a good friend of mine for his therapist. I gave her a call.
'Hi Liz.'
'Hey Luna. Calling about an update on your Dad?'
'Yep. How is going?'
'Not good. He showed for the first session but cancelled out of the next three. We didn't accomplish much in first session. I am nowhere near determining what the root cause of the addiction is. I will keep trying. Maybe you can check in with him.'
'I will. I am planning on visiting him this weekend.'
'Maybe you can get to the root.'
'I will try. On Monday expect a call from me with an update.'
'Thanks Luna. Have a great weekend. Bye.'
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'Dad, do you have plans for the weekend? I would like to see you.'
'Luna, no plans. Even if I had plans I would cancel them. Come on down! Bring a bag, stay with me all weekend. We can have a lot of fun together.'
'Sounds great, see you in about an hour or more. It is rush hour.'
'Yeah, I get it. Hey Luna. I know a great restaurant that just opened. It actually has a dress code. They are building a classy image so bring a nice dress. Nothing too sexy. But given you and Vic are having problems you should consider seeking out your next partner.'
'All right. That seems like even more fun. I haven't glammed up in years. But Dad, Vic and I are still together.'
'Luna, baby, you know the writing is on the wall.'
He is so perceptive plus he gets updates from Mom. They still talk... which is good, maybe not in this situation. But, I have to acknowledge the reality.
'Dad, you are right. We haven't had sex in 6 months. That is not right.'
'Wow, six months? All the more reason to link up with a new partner... maybe even tonight.'
'Stop it Dad. Just because you are a sex addict doesn't mean I am. So let me go, Traffic will even get worse in a little bit.'
'Ok Luna. See you soon. I love you. Bye.'
I thought for a moment, an exciting thought. Sex! I have been suppressing my urges to have sex with another partner, hoping Vic and I would work it out. Seemingly, it will not work out now.
A huge penis with a big, circumcised head sitting on a thick shaft. Why can't I have that? I deserve it. I tried hard to save our marriage. There is no more hope. I have an open door to walk through into an exciting new world and fulfill my fantasies. Tonight? Yes tonight I wish.
I had just the right dress and under garments to bring. I also packed my sexy bedtime that Dad gave me, basically three pieces of cloth connected by strings and a cover up. He said Vic would enjoy it.
I need to be prepared for anything. There is a pool on the roof. Maybe a little sunbathing my attract a good looking swimmer.
All of sudden, I feel kind of slutty. But I like the new me.
I can't lose sight though of urging Dad to see his therapist. Liz asked me to try and identify the root. Is it rooted in an addiction to porn? Or childhood abuse? A traumatic event in his past? Is it intimacy anorexia? Is there a mood disorder? Does he have a spiritual void he is filling with sex?
What if one or more apply? All of these have different treatment plans. Some overlap. I will think about how to get to the root. Maybe I should start with the porn addiction. There is an easy test for that although I probably shouldn't administer it, but I need to make progress for Liz.
***
Because it was rush hour and bumper to bumper on Lake Shore Drive, I could spend more time catching looks of the blue, deep blue Lake Michigan water topped with small to majestic sailboats. The dinner ships packed with the Friday night crowds starting their cruises. The shoreline sidewalks packed with walkers, runners and bikers. It is hard to see from the southbound lanes, but I am sure the swimmers were out in force as well.
I love the condo. It was my grandparents' home. Right on Lake Shore Drive, just north of Navy Pier. Grandma and Grandpa would take me there to go on a boat ride, ride the Ferris Wheel, enjoy the shops and food. They always bought me whatever I wanted - grandparents rule - never say no. We would take Woody for a walk along the lake. It was magical.
When they passed I was devastated. So was Woody, he passed soon after of a broken heart. Dad inherited the condo, he totally remodeled it, which in hindsight was the right thing to do. It should erase a lot of reminders that would have been too hard for me to handle.
The condo, even though it was just a one bedroom was spacious, updated and with two full bathrooms. Dad added the second one. My theory, he didn't want audition visitors poking around his bathroom and bedroom.
The view overlooking Lake Michigan from 30th floor was mesmerizing. Sometimes I would just sit on the couch near the window and soak it in eating snacks that Grandma gave me. I miss her so.
I pulled into the underground parking entrance and buzzed the attendant. The 30 year employee George was still running the garage five years ago, not sure if he still was.