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appointments could be avoided. Celibacy came to be condemned as counter to mental health. Although misguided, because conservatives still rode the horse of “family values , ” an existing marriage was assumed to supply necessary sexual contact. Evan had been receiving reminder letters and calls for years ... he had simply blown them off, thinking that as long as his work performance was outstanding, then no one would really care.
     
    After the video, Evan’s case worker, Jackson, came to introduce himself and escort Evan to one of the therapy rooms so that Evan could log a “satisfaction event.” Evan watched him as he walked backward chatting perkily to Evan about how nice the rooms were. Under other circumstances, Evan would have found him attractive . The man was young, fit, blonde. And he certainly seemed nice enough, although Evan couldn’t understand the difference between this and prostitution and wanted to ask Jacks on why he worked at the Center.
     
    “Will you want my assistance? Or will I be there strictly as an observer”
                 
    “Uh, what are you allowed to do? To give assistance?”
     
    Evan’s face flamed and Jackson evidently noted Evan’s embarrassment because he smiled gently.
     
    “Hands.” And Jackson actually tucked his clipboard under his arm and raised both hands wiggling his fingers. “And, uh, suggestive talk.”
     
    Evan smothered a nervous laugh.
     
    “Okay. I guess, observer only,” Evan got out and Jackson nodded and made a note in the chart.
     
    “ Here we go Mr. James,” Jackson announced perkily, as he opened the door into what looked like a motel room. A queen sized bed dominated the center of the room. Evan noted that the ceiling was mirrored as was the lower half of the wall at the foot of the bed. A huge plasma flat screen hung on the wall at an angle for easy viewing from the bed . The lights were seductively dim.
     
    Jackson whipped out a brochure. “Here are the different types of pornography a vailable, should you need inspiration.”
     
    Evan took the brochure and looked at the bed, which Jackson now turned down, invitingly. “I’ll just step out while you undress, shall, I? When you’re ready, push this green button.” Jackson indicated a button on the side of the bed frame. “There are several types of lubricant in the nightstand drawer there ... all of course in miniature factory sealed bottles. Take your time getting settled. I’ll be right outside if you have any questions.” 
     
    Once again, Evan felt the onset of hilarity. Or maybe it was hysteria. He was supposed to strip, choose a lubricant and call Jackson back in to watch him masturbate. Or to help him. He thought about the escape from pain his job brought him. He thought about how funny Justin would think all of this was. He tried to think it through. He tried telling himself to just take it one minute, or hell, one second at a time and just get through it. He thought about Jackson sitting just outside his peripheral vision watching him in the mirrors. He found himself so repulsed by the entire notion that he felt the beginning stages of nausea.
     
    He pushed open the door and found that Jackson was indeed, right outside.
     
    “Uh, I’m not going to be able to do this today. Thank you for your time . D o I pay at the desk ? ”
     
    “Oh, Mr. James! I’m sorry. Maybe you would prefer a different case worker?”
     
    “No, uh, Jackson, it isn’t you. I just….I can’t.”
     
      “It won’t take long. You won’t even know I’m there.”
     
    “Yeah. I will know you’re there. I’m sorry. This is a nice facility and it isn’t your fault.” Evan babbled inanely as he walked toward a clearly marked exit.
     
    “You know this will go in your record as a failed attempt,” Jackson warned ominously.
     
    “ Whatever , I guess,” Evan said over his shoulder as he fled the building. He tugged at his tie loosening it and prepared himself for the