Love and Rockets
God, I was nervous. After six months of sitting in on other sessions, I’d finally been given clients of my own, and they’d be here any minute. I kept telling myself I was no longer a kid. I was a grown man with a job, and I had the confidence to do well. At least, I hoped I did.
My first client and his father walked into the waiting room. The father gave me a big smile and blatantly looked me up and down. There was no doubt he was undressing me with his eyes. My claims to adulthood weakened as I briefly, reflexively fantasized about being this man’s “boy.”
“I’m Toby Myers,” I said, “and you must be Mr. Villanti and our future college student, Pete.” It was awkward being checked out by a father of one of the kids I’d been hired to counsel, but it wasn’t the first time, e
