I'd been having nightmares lately.

Dr. Mince decided he wanted to use hypnosis on me. He said that for the two of us to get to the root of the problem, we'd have to probe deep into my mind.

He had me dress in shorts and a t-shirt. He said that he didn't want me to feel restricted.

I sat in a comfortable leather chair. The only light in the room was the penlight that Dr. Mince waved back and forth in front of my eyes.

"Just relax," Dr. Mince said. "Just take some deep breaths and let your mind sleep."

I felt like I was in a bad 1950's Vincent Price movie where after they put the subject to sleep-- he turns into a murderer.

"Just relax."

I felt my body growing heavier with each pass of the light.

"Sleep."

My eyes closed.

*****

I was standing next to the massage table at the gym.

Lying on the table was the most beautiful man I'd ever seen. He was waiting for me to work on him. But instead of the towel wrapped around his waist, it was wrapped around his face. He was naked.

I pictured the two of us in bed-- with him on top of me.

I squeeze the warm oil into my hands and gently begin to rub his muscles.

I hear him moan and feel the tension in his body give way-- just as parts of my body begin to tighten.

I'm working on his lower back, my eyes drifting to his tight ass.

Just then, two more gorgeous naked men, towels covering their faces, stepped into my room.

The man on the table rolled over.

"I want you to massage me," he says. "You know where."

"I can't," I tell him. "It's wrong."

"Just do it."

My oil covered hands stroke him.

"Now," The man on the table said. "You have to do the same with my friends."

He removes the towel from his head.

It's Steve.

The other two remove their towels.

They're also Steve.

The Steve on the table laughs as the other two advance.

*****

After Dr. Mince snapped me out of my sleep, we both knelt down on our knees and prayed-- each of us asking for forgiveness.