There's some kind of group therapy session with my therapist and his male therapist friends. Me and some stranger girlfriends sleep on the floor with the therapists in our pajamas, knit slips and wool socks. I'm next to my therapist. He tells me how aroused he is and I feel my stomach drop. I smile and say it's ok, we are animals, but I'm inwardly disappointed that my therapist can't control his boners.