THE ATTACK WAS DELICATE AND PRECISE
Can you defend each other? A counselor asked my friend Shadow and his wife Wanda this during a sex therapy weekend. That wasn’t the real name, but the troubles in their marriage bed needed addressing. Weird question though. Wanda had whispered, an empathy exercise, and closed her eyes. When she woke, she was in the elevator, going up. My friend Shadow didn’t notice anything strange. Their hotel room was cold and humidified. A king-sized bed and an open shower, but there was never any sex during sex therapy weekend. My friend Shadow left his wife Wanda to get ice, and he heard a crash while waiting at the elevator bank. He took the stairs. He was still reeling from how Wanda had responded to the counselor–he had gained insight. The ice machine was rattling and dripping at the end of the hallway. Nothing strange yet, but any minute, there would be sirens, screaming, chaos.