My roommate Pixie Smalls crossed a line sleeping with my friend, and I’ve been harboring resentment about it. We booked a session with a couples counselor to work through the betrayal, but this doctor seemed more interested in getting off than getting us help. While Pixie detailed her hookups, the therapy doctor’s breathing changed—she was definitely aroused. Dana Vespoli proposed that I was actually jealous, that I wanted Pixie for myself. I denied it, but the truth was I’d fantasized about her plenty. The therapy pushed us further, insisting we kiss to test the tension. That kiss ignited everything, and within minutes Pixie was between my legs while the doctor stripped down to join. Strange as it was, this encounter actually fixed our dynamic. Now we have a foolproof method for resolving any household disputes.
