Time's up. Susan shifted the glasses up her nose for the third time. She tapped her pen

against the notepad thoughtfully as she gazed coolly at Tom. Now Tom, do you intend to keep silent

for the rest of our session? We only have. She checked the timer on the table. Thirty minutes left. Tom paused

when he heard that. Slowly he shook his head. His eyes never leaving Susan's crossed leg,

which was swinging languidly like a pendulum clock. Every movement foretelling the end. All right. Let's begin then, shall we?

Susan opened her notepad and clicked her pen. Did anything happen in the past week? Did you, uh,

get one of your urges? Tom jerked his head up in alarm.

He furiously shook his head, then stopped as he contemplated his words.

I did get urges.

He closed his eyes.

I do get urges, but it's not like that.

Did you act on them?

Susan asked carefully. No. Tom practically yelled,

then recovered himself. Before, the urges came at random times for random people, but for the last few weeks,

he cut himself off. The last few weeks? Susan reiterated. The last few weeks, he cut himself off. The last few weeks?

Susan reiterated.

The last few weeks, the urges have been for the same person, Tom said, shifting in his chair.

He could feel his restrictive pants tightened somewhat as he recalled the events that took place in his room, on his bed.

I see. Susan genially lifted her gaze from her patience bulging nether regions,

then placed them a safe distance away on her notepad, where she took note of that.

Then, is it safe to assume you are attracted to this person?

She lifted her head when there was no answer. Tom was back to gazing at Susan's smooth legs.

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