The Therapist

You lay on the comfy relaxing couch. Your forehead crumple up like a cool creek. You couldn't believe you are in a therapist office. You wait for the person, who would help you overcome your porn addiction. You couldn't resist the temptation of beating your meat at least ten times a day.

You got lay off from your assembly line job at a huge car plant. You was discharged from the plant because you were caught jerking off by a higher up, CEO.

The door open as you see an average height raven skin color man walks through the door. He wore thin glasses with casual slacks and button up shirt. He went over to his desk pulling out a notepad and ink pen.

"So I'm Derrik Yuker. You can call me Der or Mr. Yuker. I'm all ears to hear about why you came to my humble abroad."

You sip in a tiny proportion of air. Your nerves showing as you utter. "I'm hoping you can help me achieve overcoming my ... porn addiction. I... I ... Please help Der."

He smiles. "Yes. Yes. I can help..." He looks down at the clip board. "Shane. At this office we have dominated and dismantled many of these diseases."

You sat up. "For real."

He nods. "Yes. And today, We will move to the first step of this process. I need to know all of the porn you have watch, what categories you enjoy the most, and then I can see what I can offer that shall help overthrow your habits."