The following Tuesday, after seeing his own patients, Paul returned to Jack’s office. Once again he appeared in rumpled clothes Jack felt were far too casual to be appropriate for a psychiatrist. He used to look forward to sparring with Paul, but now his forehead creased with tension as he watched the younger man slouch in the wing chair like a glowering teenager.
“Any progress?” Jack asked.
“I did get Tristan to go to a s*x addicts’ meeting this week.”
Jack sat up straighter. “Really? That’s a big breakthrough! Congratulations.”
“But he said he had to leave early for another video shoot.”
Jack pretended to take notes and instead made a series of angry black X’s on Paul’s file. “Let me ask you, have you mentioned to him that living here in Los Angeles, a city with an expansive porn in
