She gulped as Eva's father pushed her back into her chair and let his hands wander. "Not again," she begged. "Please and ... oh's that great!" He chuc...led.I looked at Maisie, already dragging her partner towards the door and then caught sight of an almost-naked Rebecca, dressed in just suspenders, stockings and a holding a pink dildo in her hand. She smiled at Eva's squirming brother as she slotted her six-inch dong into a harness and giggled as his eyes widened. "I know just what you like,". "Let me set down the ground rules. I am not your doctor. Therefore, you and I have no doctor/client privilege. I am not saying I will tell anyone what you tell me here, but I might. If there is something you don't want Zoe or her mother to know, then I would suggest you tell me you aren't comfortable answering the question. I am not here to judge you or evaluate you. To be honest, I probably will still evaluate you, since that is more or less my nature, but I am not officially checking you. You can understand why. It is hard enough for gay people to deal with the guilt and shame that comes as a result of society’s ostracism of their sexuality. Imagine how much harder it is going to be for a young person growing up trying to hide the very fact of their own gender; expected to fit into roles that every fibre of their bodies scream at them are wrong. Our gender is so fundamental to us; so central to how we perceive ourselves. Imagine having to live in denial of it every waking moment. There was no shower inside; rather, the shower was free-standing, built alongside the house, adjacent to the bathroom. Surrounded on three sides with corrugated sheet metal for privacy, it was open at the top. The window in the bathroom overlooked the shower. Because the terrain sloped downward where the shower was, if one were rude enough, he could look down at a person below, showering. Of course, all of us being professionals, we were careful to afford our colleagues privacy. Most of.