She sat in a comfortable-looking over-stuffed-chair after motioning me onto the couch. ‘Since the problem is sexual, we’re gonna have to talk abou... sex. Make sense?’ she said. Some of the time she used the matching footstool as a desk for her yellow note pad. Other times she crossed her legs and used her thigh as a desk. ‘How often do you masturbate?’ she asked locking her eyes onto mine, daring me to lie. ‘Couple of times a week,’ told her. ‘How long do you take?’ she asked. ‘Just a few. Her eyes remained directed at her plate. It was only when Lincoln let out a snort of amusement that she raised her head. "It's natural, you know," he said. His gaze roamed her face, taking everything in. "To want to do it, I mean. Everyone does it." Anna closed her eyes. "I don't want to talk about it, Lincoln." "I know." She opened her eyes and forced herself to look at him. "Then why are you bringing it up?" "We need to talk about it." He balanced his fork on the edge of his plate. "This is. Now I was desperate. What was I going to do? So I called a helpline center, and talked to them about what I could do. Since I had no money and I needed a lot of help, they recommended I talk to a special type of financial planner and bankruptcy attorney. They gave me her phone number and told me I should make an appointment as soon as possible. When I called her, she had a very soothing calm voice and she told me that she could still work with me, although I had no money. The first appointment. Her laugh sounded like small, melodious bells. Okay, maybe not so much like that, but her laugh gave me an electric rush to my brain and made my stomach flip-flop. * I splashed cold water on my face, trying to wake up. Is this what I look like now? I thought to myself as I looked at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. My light brown hair sat limply on my head, barely touching my shoulders. What once was a well-groomed goatee was now unkempt and bushy. I even saw a few gray hairs in my.