With his eyes barely open, Alan lightly grazes his fingertips up her arm until the light groan indicated that she too is awake. “Good morning,” he... says pulling her in closer to him. “How did you sleep?”“I always sleep better after one of our sessions,” she replies.A sly grin playfully crosses his lips before he places them delicately against her skin. Doctor Kennedy Francis has been his therapist for several years now. Their sessions didn’t always start or end up this way—that didn’t happen. Ever since he was a little boy, I’d go into Eric’s room to say goodnight and give him a kiss on the forehead or cheek. It was something natural, something he expected, and it didn’t stop just because he was no longer a little kid. But as this unacknowledged flirting got more intense, our nightly ritual did, too.Eric would usually already be in bed under the covers when I’d come in. I’d stand in the doorway, and we’d chat a bit about our day or plans for tomorrow or whatever book he was reading.. I could hear him under the soft music sometimes getting up to get more wine.We had exchanged messages for quite some time before agreeing to meet – or, rather, before I agreed to meet. It had taken me time to feel confident and secure enough to let others see me this way – truth be told, I still didn’t feel confident for this meeting. Closing one eye to carefully apply a winged eyeliner with a hand that trembled a bit, I remembered how we would get into intense chat sessions that left my. As Ginny walked in, my eyes almost popped out of my head. Ginny was wearing the same outfit as my wife, except her shorts were red, her t-shirt was black, and the ‘L@@K’ letters were gold. “What in the heck did these two hotties have planned for tonight,” I thought. I greeted Ginny with a hug and a kiss, and complimented her sultry appearance. She thanked me, and then I offered to pull her car in the garage and bring her things in, and she graciously accepted. When I was done, I went out to the.