“Where the hell have you been? I’ve been worried sick.”He put his left arm around her and kissed her. “I had some things to attend to. Sharon ...’m going back the day after tomorrow.” She started to protest, but he held her. “Darling, please understand, they are my men. We’re a family, in fact we are closer than family since we each hold the others’ lives in our hands. I can’t let them go out without me being there for them.”She pulled away and sat on the couch, tears appearing in her eyes. “When. It was from Banana Republic and it was the softest sweater I haveever felt. I loved it.Then Dr. Roberts handed me his gift. Oh my! It was unmistakable. Acrossthe table he handed me a little robin's egg blue bag. Tiffany's! Insidewas a long skinny box in the same pale blue. I gingerly opened this boxto find a gorgeous tennis bracelet with diamonds and sapphires. Thegirls around the table were stunned. Then I realized that Sarah didn'tseem too happy about this. What was going on here? Perhaps the. I have gushed. Gushing is one of the great conspiracies of the modern world; when women come they will – if stimulated in the right way – produce a great flood of clear fluid. Most doctors attribute this to incontinence, others the moistness of being turned on. There is a man on the internet who says he can make any woman gush; I believe him. I no longer have sex without a large stack of towels. Right now, the floor is dangerously slippery and I struggle to stand. Now he stops and the pace. I knew the name Betty-Lou was not real, few of my clients used a real name. And I didn't us mine either, going by Julian.I sat across from her at the small round table and began an animated conversation with her. This part of the job was perhaps the easiest. If a woman was feeling neglected or saddened with her lot in life, she is most thrilled with the pleasure of a man openly talking with her. Sex did not come into the picture until later. Betty-Lou evaded the subject of marriage and I knew.