It was late, near midnight. It had been a long day of meetings, meetings and more meetings. Dinner was even more business. Business travel was never f...n and all it ever did was leave me worn out. At least it was a nice hotel, just for once the company had gone to a little expense rather than booking me into the kind of flea pit I usually had to endure.My flight home wasn’t until 6pm the next day and I was trying to decide whether the hotel bar or my bed was the better option when I heard a loud. "You will have to get your car later."Anders drove us down Allen Street to College Avenue and then back onto campus."Kyle, I thought you got this shit with drinking too much out of your system," Anders commented as he turned onto Pollock Road."I did," I answered. "I didn't have anything to drink last night stronger than Coke. This whole thing is bullshit." Really?" Anders said as he glanced over at me. "Kelly too?" No, Kelly was very drunk," I explained. I related the happenings to my friend. One thing led to another and the bottom line is he spent the next 48 hours fucking me senseless. I won’t go into the details because you don’t want to hear them. I stopped her ... and held my hands up ... I went to the bathroom and lost everything in my stomach. She stood over me and tried to help but I pushed her away and said don’t touch me. It’s the first time in all these years I’ve ever said anything like that to her. She fled to the other room as fast as she could limp that way. When I. The letter said my continued attempts to contact you were causing setbacks in your therapy and he said it would be best for you if I stopped. I still have the letter in the files.“I called him – to see if he would tell me what I’d done. He wouldn’t. He said it would violate patient confidentiality. I continued to press him until he agreed to suggest that, at some point, you either write to me or call me to tell me how I’d hurt you. Of course, you never did. That’s why I was so excited yesterday.