"Certainly none that I can recall," Jim replied honestly.
"That's what I figured, and that's why I'm promising to remain Platonic with you. You need experience in a real relationship, to help break these bad habits of yours."
"Excuse me," Dr. Ward spoke up gently, "but I think there's a case to be made that Jim here is simply a victim of circumstance, in particular his body. His body is so virile, so ... male ... that I'm not too surprised that he has been expressing an unusually strong libido. The man must feel inundated by hormonal urges which most men can not even imagine."
"Perhaps, Doctor," answered Chloe, "but he can still control himself, even if it involves ... you know. Gratifying himself."
"Jim is a consenting adult ... but I agree, this smacks of addicting -- I mean, addictive behavior. Perhaps I could prescribe some sort of hormonal therapy to help him out."
"That would be great, Dr. Ward, thank you."
Jim felt slightly concerned as Dr. Ward saw Chloe out of the room, then came back over to him.
"Now, Jim, in order to properly prescribe the right therapy, I need a good look at your condition." Her appearance worried him somewhat: her hard breathing, her tonguetip quickly wetting her lips, the dramatic rise and fall of her formidable bosom, and the way her hands were curved like predatory claws as they trembled slightly and slowly approached the absurdly towering bulge of his permanent erection, ready to snatch the bedsheet away and expose it.
Sat May 01 16:47:52 2004