I remember hearing something about that." Hmmm. I haven't heard a thing," Dr. Abrams said, "and I think I would have. Did the victim come to the rape ...enter for counseling? He should have. I would like to meet this victim. I'm not sure I believe he was truly raped."Warren got a little angry. "And that's the reason he didn't go to the rape center, because it's full of people like you who don't believe this could ever happen to a guy. He had private counseling with a therapist he trusts. And if. K?" People on the train stared at me. But he moved.Another man got up, laughing, and offered me his seat. "I did not seethat one coming, miss. Maybe this will make your today better."It didn't. Well, I mean it did a little. But I was still dealing withthe fact that everything I knew, that I had a couple of months ago wasnow gone. Before this, I was a happily married man. Now I was a womanin her 30s with a cheating husband and a marriage on the rocks. I hadbecome a country song written. Just then she woke, startled as hands covered her body, someone was really here, it wasn't a dream.As she started to scream, a hand closed over her mouth and she saw a light come on, there were 3 black men in her bedroom! "You be quiet little white bitch and maybe we won't hurt you," and then another one said, "Much," and they laughed as they forced a pair of her panties in her mouth they had retrieved from the hamper and she could taste herself on them. They rolled her onto her stomach as she. The problem in your life has been the men you gave that control to. And, maybe even the word control is too much. Power corrupts when the critical element is having the power. What if power isn’t the primary driver? What if love is? And, what if it isn’t a matter of having power, but accepting the power?”“Nick, I would gladly give you that over me. I would have wanted to eventually, anyway.”“No … I’m not telling this right. I don’t want control over you, or power over you. I don’t want you to.