The doctor thrust a box of tissues toward her and sat back in his chair, his expression hard, his hands clasped together, steadily watching her as he spoke, his tone milder but firm. "If you are a lesbian and refuse to admit it, there is nothing I can do to help you. However, since you continue to deny lesbianic traits, I will proceed for a while with the assumption that your s****l desires are those of a normal, heterosexual woman, whose husband's lovemaking techniques are a bit bizarre so that you find it difficult to deal with them."
Silently, Vivian reached for a tissue and wiped her face. The rubber p***s was still there and now it was frightening. What was it there for? It didn't look particularly attractive. I'm not a lesbian, she repeated to herself, nodding her head to him, urgin
