“You’re scaring me now, big brother. I was worried because you were always the moth to her flame, but the look in your eyes scares the hell out of...me.”“If I’m going to do what I’m doing, it can’t be any other way,” I said, keeping my eyes locked to hers.“What’s happened to you?” she asked softly, finally turning her eyes away for a second.“A lot, Squirt. Stuff I can’t tell you about, but if I don’t have Becky as a shield, I could end up in prison for a long, long time. I’m just hoping it’s. Mrs. Alisa Morris, agethirty-six, suggested that her family come to the doctor. She is afraidthat her husband Jack Morris, age thirty-eight and her daughterMichaelina, age thirteen weren't getting along. Alisa was the chiefbreadwinner for the family ever since Jack stopped working due to an'accident' at work. Since then Jack became a stay at home dad to hisstep-daughter Mikie. Alisa had always earned more money than Jack anywayso it wasn't much of a problem.The three waited in Dr. Zaaijer. I was so done with him that I took the flash light and turned on my heel left the room. *************** Many years past that out break of chilled passion. Thomas had me he didn’t know it, but he had me. ******************** I sat here recalling the cases that I had learned my lessons in life. Some were a mere knot in the tapestry of life. Some were major stitches that touched me so deeply. I know the general consensual outlook on sex therapy was it was a sleazy profession. People were living. "Now, now, Maria, you know that if we don't have your cooperation, we'll just have to call the Immigration people. Now you wouldn't want that, would you? You and Miguel?"That cunt! I wanted to kill her."But if you're tired, we can do it lying down this morning. And I need you wide awake to give Mr. Jones his shower, only he doesn't have a lot of time, so let's get started."I hated days like this. First I was going to have to eat that smelly cunt, and then I was going to have to give Mr. a.