This was before the era of ‘high-fives’.“What are you talking about, Mike? What snake?”“The one between your legs, dude. I’ll bet you driv... the girls crazy with that,” he said.Not knowing any better, I agreed! It was seventh grade – didn’t all guys have a snake?When he talked about girls, I blushed – I never spoke more than two words to a girl. There were some pretty girls in a few of my classes - Nancy, Kathryn, LaDonna and Susan. Even so, I wasn’t going to show any of them my ‘snake.’Nothing. But some men find great pleasure in getting other men off.”Diego was paying close attention and knew that I didn’t answer all of his questions, and he said, “But you didn’t tell me about yourself. What, if anything, have you done with men?”That was the risky part, and I answered, “You have to promise that what I’m about to tell you is just between you and me.”He promised, and I continued, “I have to be honest and tell you that I’m the kind of man who loves servicing other men, and I’d be happy. I smiled. This meant that I could go home, and perhaps catch the last few minutes of the game.On the drive home, I got to thinking about Becky. If a more perfect woman existed, I could not imagine it. She was 18, had a rock hard body, and a pair of gorgeous knockers that stood out proud from her chest. I had often fucked my wife thinking about Becky, and actually wondered sometimes if my wife had chosen her as our babysitter so that I might be able to have some fun with her.But this story. Lexa had never imagined she’d be seeing a therapist and she didn’t like the idea, finding it uncomfortable to talk to a stranger about intimate and personal things. This was the same attitude everyone in the NYPD shared. The office was simple, two seats facing each other, a desk, a photo of Dr. Anne Ward and her diplomas and certificates as well assome bric-a-brac including glass figurines of animals and a bust of Siegmund Freud. ‘Have a seat, Miss O’Neil,’ she said to her, gesturing with her.