Seeks Professional Help

Gary shakes his head and says, "This is surreal. This can't be happening to me. I can't be gay. I'm married, for Christ's sake."

But he can't deny that he just sucked a dildo and came because of it. He looks over to the 8-inch dildo with those sexy veins rippling along the thick, pink shaft. Again he shakes his head.

He can't go back home yet. He can't talk to any of his friends or family, but this would just be too weird for them. He needs to talk to someone about this. He can't think of anyone in whom he could confide. He wonders what type of professional wold deal with something like this. Certainly not a psychiatrist, because the focus would be why he did it.

"I did it for a lark," Gary mutters to himself, "that's why I did it. Nothing more. Nothing less."

"A hypnotist!" he blurts out.

That's who can answer his questions without questioning his motives. Using his cell phone, Gary locates a hypnotherapy office that is open on a Saturday. One that specializes in curing smoking is about 15 miles away in the next town. Gary texts his wife that he is sorry about last night and needs to runs some errands. He decides that a dozen roses for her is part of those "errands" he needs to run.