I sat in a soft armchair in the therapist's room. She sat facing me on a more upright chair, a low coffee table was between us. The room was long and thin which exaggerated the distance between us. I was there to talk about my obsessive thoughts. To be more accurate my sex obsession. Right from the beginning, I realised her appearance was not going to help me stop thinking about sex. She was an attractive brunette possibl...