Reclining on the antiqued leather chaise, his fingers are tented over his stomach.
“It’s a compulsion, Dr. Lee… I know better.”

The psychiatrist rapidly clicks his pen three times. His pad is littered with scribbles – a few choice words, a note. Dr. Lee interrupts – “Compulsions are irrational – that’s why you’re here now… David, is there a trigger event? Or are these masturbatory sessions spontaneous?”

David thinks for a moment, “Well, there’s a thrill to it… Sometimes I slip into a closet at a friend’s house. Sometimes, I stay late after work. Part of me wants to stop – and part of me likes to push boundaries.”
Three clicks.
“So many things people don’t notice… You’d imagine people could taste it in their coffee – Well, maybe they think the faucet water tastes metallic, instead.”
“David, you have a fairly severe problem.”
“I have a problem??? Doc, you shouldn’t let a chronic masturbator sit in your office unsupervised.”
One click.
“How often do you notice your chair, in the course of a day?”