Chapter 4That detailed fantasy rolled through me as I lay in bed waiting to go to my real doctor’s appointment. I was still going to see Dr. Lee, but instead of saving her life I was probably just going to be prescribed new medicine.
I don’t know how I kept a straight face talking to the woman whose breasts I’d been imagining in detail just minutes before. I felt a little guilty, though, because I had a girlfriend, after all. But if Tiffany was actually satisfying me, would I really feel the need to fantasize about my psychiatrist? Probably not.
I’m not a w***e.
“It sounds like you’re still having trouble with hypersexuality, insomnia, and some other hypomanic symptoms,” Talia—I mean Dr. Lee—said. She was all business, and no one was coming in with a gun so I could save her life. It suc
