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I was consumed by Megan. My dreams and all of my thoughts this morning were on my afternoon with Megan. The s*x was unbelievable, the best I ever had. I was bitten, my libido luxuriating in the experience and demanding more. But the professional part of me was flashing warnings, like one of those over-the-freeway signs blinking DANGER AHEAD. There was the whole ethical thing about sleeping with a patient. I rationalized that Megan was not the patient. Her sister, Sasha, was. Still, Carrie’s words about my seeing Megan professionally reverberated in my mind. I was hoping she’d forget to research it. But I couldn’t for the life of me see how consorting with Megan could hurt her. She was single, available, worldly, capable and wise. Our connecting wasn’t a matter of transference in the usu
