"Eric," Hank said... "What would you think about some hypnosis?"

"Hypnosis? What, are you some kind of quack?" I retorted. Everyone in the group remained silent.

"Well, if you think of Freud as a quack, then I suppose I am. I think there are things in your past, things you have pushed away that are causing this compulsion to push people away, especially Andrew. I know how this must sound, Eric -- but really, I've been doing this for a long time and I wouldn't push you if I didn't think you're ready. I do think you have the courage to do this, and I do think the answer is right under the surface."

"Why?" I asked, "Why do you think it's right under the surface?"

"If we look at your behavior -- since you and Andrew moved in... in the last six to eight months, you have gotten progressively worse. Affairs, casual sex, lying -- the attempt to have a straight relationship... things have gotten closer and closer to a boiling point. Do you have any other ideas why this might be, Eric?"

"Yeah! Yes, I do, Mr. Therapist sir. I've been under a lot of pressure at work, I've been asked to operate on some of the most famous, most successful athletes in the US -- no, in the world! I think pressure brings out parts of me that need to come out. I think it's a good thing, really. It certainly doesn't mean I'm having any kind of identity crisis or whatever you are thinking?"

"Have you had any periods of time where you don't remember what has happened in the last, say twelve hours, or so?" he asked.

There was no damn way I was going to say a word about it. I'd almost forgotten the day I "came to" in my office with lipstick all over me, smelling like bargain basement perfume. I wouldn't tell him about the sex with the hustler Dane. All this jackass needed was more ammunition to get me locked up or something. I could see it all over his gorgeous face as he saw his next great accomplishment in me. Well, no way!

"Look, you can try all the psychobabble you want, I'm not budging. Is this session over?"

"No," Hank said, cool as a cucumber. "This is a two hour group session today, Eric."

"Funny how the time flies when you're having fun, Father!" I snapped back.

My response wasn't lost on any of us. Father? Where did that come from?

He warned me not to go, I flipped him off and left. The moment I got outside a guard saw me and walked towards me. The first thing I thought was, "Jesus, do they make everyone who works here hunky and sexual? Is it some kind of trap?" Well -- I hit him. I punched him hard in the face and knocked him down.

I ran.

I was out of that damn session -- and right now!

That's all I remember.

The next thing I knew, I was heavily sedated and locked in my room.