SIX.
Thursday afternoon was two days later and I found myself unconsciously getting ready to go to Adrian’s office. I had purposely pushed all thought of Gwen and Adrian from my mind because I had to in order to focus on my job. Still, the body wants what it wants and as I ate lunch Thursday, I knew I was going to go to Adrian’s. I hadn’t heard a word from either of them, which was especially strange for Gwen who would often text me several times a day, just to say hello or to send me a dirty picture.
It was with real trepidation that I sat in Adrian’s waiting room until I was called in to his office. He shared space and a secretary with several other therapists; it was supposed to encourage anonymity. I just found it creepy.
“What the f**k was that all about?” I demanded of his as soon
