Tracy was a young girl in her twenties. She had long legs, nice breasts; not too small, not too big, long brown hair and blue eyes. She was very attractive. I had several sessions with her before and I thought she was making progress. When we sat down for our session that day, she was out of breath as she began talking…
“I have been sex-free, as you know for two weeks now. But, last night, I don’t know, I was craving sex. Anonymous sex. I lost control of myself and had to have it.” She said with a shameful look on her face. Then she looked at me with her pleading eyes, “Am I a bad person?” She looked like she was on the verge of tears.
“No, Tracy, you are not a bad person. Did you give in to your craving?”
“I did.” She said and hung her head down.
“Why don’t you tell me about what happened then?” I asked her in the caring way I always treated my patients. I knew what she was going through, because I had gone through it as well.
