Smith, the wife of a well-known lawyer in town who made bundles of money but was so busy that he simply wasn't interested in fathering a child with hi... wife, Anne. Well, he finally agreed with Anne that they should have a family, but he told her that he didn't care if he was the biological father or not. He didn't have time to make the effort and she had his permission to get a baby whatever way she could. Anne took his tacit approval and ran with it. Straight to Tom who was more than willing. " He turned to look at her, gnawing at the inside of his lip. "I'd like to tell you. You could probably help her more than me, but... I can't." Why not?" She wouldn't want anyone to know." Sometimes... sometimes what people want and what they need aren't the same thing." Maybe," he acknowledged. "I'm not sure I'm the best person to make that decision, though." Maybe not, but who else is there?"Marcus just shrugged and turned back to watching the harbour."Is that what's been bugging you this. There is a knock on our bedroom door jam – the door is open. We both look up and see Bruce who is standing there with a wide grin on his face. I return his smile and say, "Come on in, Bruce!" Bruce's muscular frame fills the doorway. "Surprise!" I say. Michael's face is flushed with embarrassment. "Well, hello, Bruce, welcome to our home!" I say. Michael is kneeling, embarrassed, and nervous. "Michael, this is Bruce, Bruce, this is my husband Michael." I continue. My husband looks up at the. "I meanfrom a personal point of view, not a clinical one. Is it something thatyou might ever be interested in for yourself?"She smiled for a moment and then let her face go blank while shecontemplated her answer, recognizing the land mines that came inconversations like these between a patient and therapist."Stevie," she said after a few moments of silence. "You know that mypersonal life is not something we discuss here. I know you are curious,perhaps, but more often a patient can begin to.