He lay back on the psychologist’s couch, thinking back over moments of sadness and guilt.

Memories of so many months with Pam. Just a few nights ago, he was pleading, “Please, please stop it… ”

“Mr. Hardy?” The doctor’s voice was gentle but firm. In a twisted way, it wasn’t that much different from Pam’s voice. The therapist was a woman. He wasn’t too sure about going to her, but figured it would take a woman to analyze a woman. She even had the same last name as Pam, which he somehow thought might give her an even stronger psychic connection to what made that woman tick… or be so sick.

Pam was exciting, but she was sending him right up the wall, and now he was crippled with nerves, unsure if he loved or hated her, and if the sex was worth it. True, it... Read More