A few months have passed since we last saw each other, and a little birdie (AKA your wife/My sister) tells Me you’re going for your first therapy session today. You’ve been a bit quiet as well, so I decide to surprise you. You walk into your “therapy session” only to find Me, your wife’s sister, sitting there in front of you. I was able to persuade the real therapist into letting Me have some time with you. Now, let’s start this therapy session, shall we?! Tell Me, why would you ever want therapy, Rob? Don’t you like being a good stroke slave for Me? Don’t you LOVE being on your knees and stroking for your wife’s sister? Awww.. you think she knows something is up between us? LOL, no way. But… either way, you shouldn’t be here in therapy trying to break your “addiction to Me.” Only BAD BOYS go to therapy, and you don’t want to be a bad boy, now do you? So let’s just go ahead and get you back on your knees stroking to Me like the good boy you were meant to be :)