...... He opened her door. "Why don't you park it and come up and see my new apartment? It's a nice one. Maybe you'd like to have a look?" She sat unmoving, her hands on the wheel. "You're inviting me to come up to Your place?" she said. "Why, yes." "Then what?" He was taken aback. "Why, I don't know. We --" "I know, Paul," she said. "You want to take me to bed." He stared down at her. "Now that you mention it, not exactly a bad idea. In fact, a very good idea." He held out his hand for her, but she ignored it. "Paul," she said, "let's get off on the right foot. First, if I went to Your apartment, I'd go to bed with you. I'd want to. But not tonight. Two reasons. One, I don't want you to think I'm a pushover. Two, I don't think I can handle three men in one week." She closed the door. He leaned toward her, but she said, "And no good-night kiss. That could ruin all my resolve. Let's save something for next time." "Next time," he said, cherishing the words as if they were pearls. "Definitely," she said, gunning the engine and then shifting into drive. "Don't call me. I'll call you." And she and her car were off, as he stood looking after her, his heart beating harder and his person utterly flabbergasted.

...... The shower spray was just right. Warm and lovely. She decided to put Freeberg out of her mind and concentrate on the exercise at hand. In the bathroom, she undressed herself until she was nude, then walked into the hall to the rear therapy room. Adam Demski was seated in a chair naked, browsing through a magazine. She was pleased to note that neither his hands nor the magazine covered his penis. ...... He raised his head after her entrance and did not take his eyes from her body. "You're -- you're darn beautiful, Gayle." "I like compliments." She held out her hand. "Now, come with me." He put down the magazine and came to his feet, taking her hand. "Where to?" "We're going to the bathroom to take a sensuous shower together." ...... "This one will be different -- you'll see. It's really a body caress standing up, using soap and water. After we're done, we'll dry ourselves, go to the therapy room again, and we'll do another back and overall caress with each other, head to heels. How does that soundtha tsound?" ...... Gayle opened the glass shower door. "You can see I have the water ready for us. It's warm. We're going to step in under the spray and face each other. Once we're wet, I want you to take the bar of soap and run it over me, really get me as soapy as you can. Then start caressing me, but no breasts or genitals. Try to keep Your eyes closed, unless you want to see where Your hands are. My eyes will be closed. I'll probably talk some in order to direct you. You soap me front and back, and then I'll do the same to you." "The idea is to feel good?" "The idea is to enjoy. Don't speak at any time unless you want to tell me something's bothering you or you're uncomfortable." "All right." "I repeat, the idea is to enjoy yourself, to get in closer touch with Your feelings. to let youurself go and daydream creatively. This can be sensuous, even fairly erotic. Trying to feel the sensuality of Your touch and then mine. Let's step inside." They were in the shower, then under it. The spray was deliciously warm. Gayle handed Demski a bar of soap and stepped back slightly. "Do you feel comfortable?" Gayle asked. "I'm relaxed." "So am I," said Gayle. "Why don't you soap me up? Throat, shoulders, arms, hands, my thighs and legs." "I'll have to keep my eyes open to see where --" "That's all right," Gayle said. "But keep them closed when you can." As the music wafted in, he began to slide the soaping her. "Okay, Adam," she told him softly, "now put away the soap and use Your hands to caress and stroke me lightly, front and back." He followed her instructions, and his fingertips moved across here upper and lower body, and involuntarily Gayle sighed. "Nice, Adam, very nice." After nearly ten minutes, she opened her eyes. "Give me the soap," she said. "Now it's my turn to soap and caress you. close Your eyes. No talk. Let Your mind float. You're in a harem with a thousand fingers fluttering over you. Let Your mind go. Remember, it's supposed to be sensuous, and whatever sensations you get, I hope they're good and you enjoy them. Turn around. Let me start with Your back." He turned around under the spray, and she moved close to him, absorbing the gentle warmth of the water, running the bar of soap over his neck, shoulders, back, and buttocks until skin was foamy. with a free hand in the white bubbles of foam, she massaged him gently. After a while she guided him around until he was facing her. close to him, she soaped his chest, arms, hips, thighs, legs. Then putting away the bar, she immersed both her hands in the foam and made circular motions with them, and then long strokes with her fingers until the shower spray had washed all the soap away. She stepped nearer to him, her hands gliding down to his thighs once more, and then sliding along the inside of his thighs, her fingers going up and down on his wet skin. Opening her eyes, to be sure she didn't touch his genitals, she saw something move. Her eyes widened. His small penis had filled a little, definitely swollen a bit, risen an inch or two from his crotch. Resurrection, she wanted to cry out. She was thrilled. ......

...... Slowly, she wriggled closer. He lifted his legs and placed them across the tops of her thighs. "Now, let me direct you and explain each part of the male genitalia to you, its function, its responses, and so forth. We'll start with my scrotal sac and testes ..." She held back nervously. He reached out, took one of her hands, and drew it down to his testicles. Her quivering hand touched them, and he closed her fingers around them. "Now, just get the feel while I explain a little about the testes inside the scrotum. Almost no women realize -- and few men know -- that the pair of testicles are one of the two most important parts of the male sex apparatus. What you are holding produces the sperm that fertilizes the female egg. The testicles also produce the hormones responsible for the functioning of the penis. The testicles are responsible for a man's masculinity, everything from his deep voice to his muscular strength." Now Brandon took Nan's hand and guided her fingers to the tip of his soft penis. "The other vital part of the male apparatus," Brandon explained, "is the penis itself. The knob you are holding is the tip of the penis, called the glans. Now I'm lowering Your fingers to the shaft of my penis. Inside my shaft are three columns of porous tissue. When a man is sexually aroused, there porous or spongy tissues fill with blood and become hard. Inserting this erection into a female vagina creates friction, and it's this friction that leads to the male orgasm. Now let me tell you more about the male organ." Brandon directed her hand in each step, starting with the meatus and going upward to the coronal ridge and dorsal surface. He returned her hand once more to the knob of his penis. "Just hold it again, feel it in Your fingers, in Your hand," he directed her. The he realized that something was happening. His penis was growing larger and larger in her hand, and becoming harder, stretching through her fingers. He had hoped against hope it wouldn't happen, but he supposed it was inevitable. She was staring down at him, and he could see her chest heaving, her breasts rising and falling. ...... He had to act fast. "Enough of that for the moment," he said. "Now we do a reverse. It's my turn with you." He pulled away from her carefully and sat up. "First, we change positions," he said, clinically as possible. "You lie down on Your back, and I take Your place. This will be the female sexological." In moments, Nan was on her back, and he had reached out for the plastic speculum and flashlight lying on his bedside table, and with them in hand, he drew up close between her spread legs, lifted them over his thighs, and began. "First off, I want you to relax a little more," he said. "That'll make it easier. Let me stroke Your thighs for a while. You're wired up, which is natural, and I want you to feel at ease." Little by little, he some of the tightness go out of her. He reached her for a small bottle on the table, uncapped it and gradually began to apply a light oil to her vaginal opening. "To make it painless," he said. Nan's eyes were closed as he stroked her labia, then moved his fingers outside and up toward her clitoris. With one finger inside her again, he spoke of what he was contacting, both the bumpy and smooth parts, pushing back to her cervix, explaining each part. Realizing she was extremely lubricated, he took up the speculum especulum and flashlight and instructed her to note in the mirror what he was showing her. First, he fixed on her brown outer labia, then moved inside to her dark pink inner labia, explaining how each performed when excited. Deeper inside, he indicated the root of the clitoris and explained how vaginal muscles contracted during orgasm and pressed against the clitoris above. He continued to the thick soft tissue between the pubic bone and the urethra sponge, spoke of its function, and then went on to describe the added spongy tissue that ran from the anus to the opening of the vagina. At one point, he thought he heard Nan whisper something. He thought it was, "Oh, my." When he had finished his exploration, he realized that there had been no spasms that rejected entry nor any resistance that would indicate discomfort. It was a significant bit of progress. Her eyes were no longer hypnotized by what she had seen in the speculum's mirror. Her eyes were intent upon him. "That was fascinating," she said. "No pain?" "None at all. Only one thing ..." "What, Nan?" "How will I know when I'm all right?" "When you and I have sexual intercourse together," he said simply, "and it gives you pleasure. Then you'll know."

...... In the evening, undressing in her therapy room, Gayle suspected that she was about to reach a crucial moment with Chet Hunter. Up to now the intensive therapy he had requested had gone smoothly enough, at least on the surface. There had been no problem with nudity, and none with his ability to achieve and maintain an erection. During the shower, the back caress, the nongenital frontal caress, she had observed that his penis had become erect during each exercise. ...... ...... He settled down on his back on the spacious floor mat. "Tonight we're going to do genital pleasuring." Gayle knew this could be trouble. Until tonight, she had touched and caressed him everywhere except on the penis. She was concerned about his reaction and his degree of arousal. Kneeling beside him, she gently rubbed oil the length of his penis. "To make this more realistic and get you to appreciate the vaginal environment. When we get to penetration, I'll be moist inside. So you might as well get used to it now." "Sounds right." Hunter acknowledged. Finished with the oiling, Gayle raised her hand to his abdomen and started to stroke it. She said, "When I hold Your penis, it's not done to excite you. Remember, it's to give you nondemand pleasure. I'll be touching and caressing, with no strain on Your to perform. You merely have to shut Your eyes and do nothing. Simply enjoy it. Okay, Your eyes closed, please." He closed his eyes. Reaching down, her fingertips arrived at the shaft of his penis. She applied her touch gently, then with firmness. "Is that about right?" she asked quietly. "Do you find it enjoyable?" "You bet." "It may not stimulate you too much, but --" "You've got to be kidding." She expected to give him several minutes to be fully erect. But almost immediately his penis had swollen, risen somewhat, and was rising further. To continue might frustrate him too much. She had to slow him down, get his mind off his penis. "All right, Chet. Enough of that. Now it's my turn." She reached for his arm, to make him sit up. "Your turn?" "Now you pleasure me in the same way." "You mean between Your legs?" "Of course, Chet. Just to let me enjoy some unerotic fondling." "Unerotic? I like that. It can never be unerotic." "Try me. I'll show you." Soon she was on her back, on the mat, with Hunter, raised on an elbow, beside her, touching her clitoris. "A little lighter," she instructed him. She did not want to be brought to orgasm. "Lighter and more slowly." He proceeded to do as he had been told. Her eyes closed, Gayle decided that he wasn't bad at it, not at all. Abruptly, the pressure on her clitoris became harder, faster. "Honey," she heard him say. She opened her eyes, saw him pointing down between his legs. "Look at this." He was pointing down at a complete erection, straight out and obviously hard. She was at a loss for what to say. "Well, that's good ..." "It can be for both of us," he said urgently. "Let me, Gayle." "Let you what?" "Put it in. I'm ready. Why waste time?" "No," she said. "You're not ready. We need more sessions." He came to his knees beside her. "Honey, I've got to, I've just got to. I'm ready. I'll make it this time ... I guarantee you." "No, not yet --" "Please, Gayle, while I can. It'll be great. Let me show you." ...... She considered further. What it came to was: just what was there to lose? If he truly could make it, he was on his way to a cure. If he couldn't, he would learn a lesson. "All right, Chet," she said impulsively, "if you think you can complete penetration, that might be a good thing. Go ahead. I'll cooperate." "You'll see, you'll see," he said breathlessly, hastily positioning himself between her widening legs. "Christ, you're something, you're great. We'll do it. I can make it this time." She arched back, lifting her hips slightly as he guided his penis toward her vaginal opening. He was panting now, excited, so eager to make it. She felt the head of his penis touch her down below, and she brace herself for his entry. ......

...... It was two o'clock and Adam Demski arrived promptly, exuding more confidence than she had seen before. Gayle was wearing a pale silk robe, chastely wrapped, but with nothing underneath. ...... She followed him, aware that today's exercise was even more crucial than the last. If it worked, it would be a big step toward making him secure about his body and ultimately enabling him to achieve an erection. In the familiar therapy room, Gayle had already spread her thick soft mat on the floor between the couch and the full-length mirror. There was a white sheet covering the mat, and on top of it two fresh beach towels and two down pillow. For the moment, Gayle ignored the mat, sat back on the couch, and watched Demski undress, pleased at the ease with which he was taking off his clothes. Once he was naked, she stood up, pulled off her silk robe and was naked also. She dropped down to the mat on the floor, patting one of the beach towels beside her. Demski lowered himself next to her. "You want to know what we're going to do today?" Gayle asked him. "Yes, what is it?" "Something we have an option to use. I like to do this exercise. I've always found it pleasurable and effective. It's called The Clock." "The Clock?" repeated Demski. "I don't remember being told about it. What is it?" "There is no clock," said Gayle. "It's an imaginary timepiece set in my vagina." Demski's eyebrows went up. "An imaginary clock in Your vagina? How?" Then he asked, "What for?" She explained the entire clock exercise to him in detail. "Now that you understand it, shall we begin, Adam?" Gayle said. "Let's lie down and let me stroke Your thighs and stomach and chest. Then we'll proceed." Using a feathery touch, she stroked him very slowly and encouraged him to touch her just as slowly between the outer labia of her vagina and the clitoris. After a little while, she helped him to a sitting posture as she also sat up. "Okay, now to The Clock," she said. "Let me lie down again, supine, bring my knees up, and spread my legs. You settle yourself between them, sit Indian-style, and gently slide Your forefinger gradually into my opening, an inch, then an inch and a half, then two inches. I'll direct you around the imaginary clock inside and do a running commentary." "That's all?" Gayle smiled wryly. "There may be more, much more. There may be some fireworks?" He looked puzzled. "Meaning what?" "Meaning I may react to this exercise. It may excite me. I could have an orgasm." "What -- what do I do?" "Nothing, Adam, except wait until I've finished before withdrawing. Just sit and enjoy what you can do to me." "How much of my finger did you say?" "Just part of it. All right, put it in, Your finger ... Slide it in ..." Hesitantly, using the forefinger of his right hand, he approached her vaginal opening as she moved her thighs wider apart. "Go ahead," she encouraged him. She pushed his finger inside her. This would demonstrate to him that a man didn't have to have a large penis to give a woman pleasure. "That's enough," she said. "How does it feel, Adam?" "Soft, warm ..." "And tight, I hope, all around Your finger." "It sure is." "Yes, because the vaginal barrel is actually folded down on itself, so that it totally surrounds and wraps whatever is inside it. Rather like an elastic pouch. No matter what the size of anything inside it, the vagina contracts or expands, closes up, encompasses whatever is there, short, narrow, long, wide, to offer a perfect fit." This was finally dawning on him, she could see. "Now, as to what I feel ..." Gayle continued. "There are some nerve endings at the entrance to the vagina but very few down inside. Let me contract my pelvic muscles, and while you're inside you'll feel the contraction. There. Do you?" "Yes," he gulped, "I sure do." "All right, let's do The Clock. Lift you finger high to the upper center. Twelve o'clock. The come down and around, pressing it against my vaginal walls. Lower, lower. Hey" -- she contracted tightly -- "six o'clock is terrific. See, I really react to that. Adam, Adam ..." "What, Gayle?" "Go back to six o'clock. Rub the wall -- press harder." "Like this?" "Adam, for God's sake, don't stop." Her eyes were shut tightly, her lower lip under her front teeth. "I -- I'm coming apart." Her orgasm was at its height, and it was a prolonged one. "Adam, look what you're doing to me," she managed to choke out. When it was over, and she slumped back against the pillow, he withdrew his finger. "You did that to me with Your finger." ......

...... Hunter drained his tea and set his cup aside. "Okay. Here I am. What's next?" "We're going to do precisely what we did yesterday. ...... We'll undress and do nondemand body caressing including genitals all over again. But with a difference." "What's that?" "This time, when you touch me you've got to keep in mind you're touching me for Your own pleasure in doing so, not for performance. You pleasure me, but you will be doing it not for me but for yourself. This is really what intercourse should mean. Once you have Your penis in my vagina, or anyone's, you should be enjoying it for yourself. And I should be into my feelings and be enjoying it, too. We should both be getting pleasure from each other." "What if you feel passive?" "That can happen, and that's to be considered, too. Anyway, today we'll caress each other, and we'll each get pleasure from it. But the one difference from yesterday is that this time no more nonsense about Your insisting on jumping into the hay with me and wanting to make love. I won't let you do it -- not yet." ...... Presently, both nude in her therapy room, Hunter was stretched out on her mat and she was on her knees beside him, going through the nondemand frontal caress. Throughout, she had avoided his penis, which was stiffening steadily. ...... She looked at him. "Have you ever heard of the squeeze method?" "The what?" "The squeeze technique to arrest ejaculatory inevitability." "The squeeze? Sure, I read about it in my researches." "That is what we are going to do now. Premature ejaculation is the result of anxiety. Let me put it this way. When I begin to stroke Your penis, you'll have a real urge to come right away. From need. You'll want to perform the act and get it over with, yet another side of you is telling you that you want to last longer and be a good lover. Isn't that true?" "I guess so." "Believe me, it's true, Chet. Now, there are two traditional ways to overcome prematurity. One is the so-called common sense approach. You take a drink or two of liquor to dull Your erotic excitement. Or you use an anesthetic ointment or a condom. Or you try to diminish the erotic excitement by distracting yourself, looking off at the furniture or curtains or trying to think of business. The other approach is to solve it all through insight therapy, talking it out with a psychoanalyst or psychologist. In this you might learn prematurity involves Your unconscious conflicts about women that began with childhood problems. Both of these approaches may work, but neither is as immediate or effective as surrogate therapy. This, I repeat, involves the squeeze technique. I know, but you don't, that premature ejaculation is the result of Your inability to focus Your attention and feelings on the sensation of sexual arousal before orgasm. You're only concerned with getting to Your own orgasm. Hopefully, the experiencing of touch and caress will change all that. Meanwhile, in a few sessions, the squeeze will prevent ejaculatory inevitability. Believe me, it works, Chet." "Anything you say, teacher." "Okay. What we'll do is this. I'll stroke you to excite you to the point where you feel an orgasm about to start. When you're close to that, you tell me so -- tell me to squeeze." "How soon? When?" "Not the second you're about to ejaculate. Maybe a half minute or so before. In fact, I'd rather retard early, to play it safe, and then we can gradually try it closer and closer to Your orgasm, maybe five seconds before emission." "I hope I can tell you in time." "You will," Gayle promised him. "The instant you tell me, I'll reach up to the glans, or head of Your penis, with my thumb and first two fingers and squeeze rather hard just below the rim of the head, the two fingers on top and my thumb pressing the underside for four seconds. It won't hurt. You'll usually lose Your erection and certainly any desire to have an orgasm. Your entire stress mechanism is reduced. You go limp. The we start all over. I play with Your penis until it's erect again. Don't worry about that. The penis can be brought to erection a dozen times or more, easily. Each time, I'll retard Your orgasm by squeezing and then give you the pleasure of getting it up again. We'll set a goal today. We'll try to have you hold back for five minute. We'll build that up to ten minutes. Our ultimate goal is fifteen minutes, to have you holding back orgasm outside or inside a woman for fifteen minutes. Want to try it?" "Go ahead." He'd lost a good deal of rigidity, and Gayle reached down and began to caress his abdomen and thighs, closer and closer to his genitals. Her hand closed around his testicles, and immediately his shaft began bulging, and soon it was standing straight out. She ran her fingers along it, place her hand around it, and began to run her hand up and down. Hunter, his eyes tight, his buttocks quivering, began to groan. "I -- I can't hold it," he shimpered. Instantly, Gayle moved her fingers on top of his penis and she squeezed. "Oh!" he cried out. But he did not come. The penis went soft in her hand and began to slip from her grasp. "There, you made it, Chet," she said. "Erection, excitement, but no ejaculation." "Okay," he said breathlessly, peering down at his limp member. "Now what?" "No I make you happy with Your manhood, but don't let it get out of control.: Once more her fingers and hand pleasured his penis, and once more he was rigid. Again her hand stroked his shaft, and again his eyes closed tightly and he began to moan. "I -- I -- I'm ready ..." he whispered. She squeezed hard. No orgasm. Limp once more. She continued repeating the exercise, each time retarding his ejaculation. But after five successful minutes of this, when he was at the peak of one more erection, she found a folded tissue, held it over the head of his penis, and continued with her hand. This time, when he groaned, she did not squeeze. She allowed him to ejaculate all the way. When it was over, he turned on his side. "Thank you, Gayle. That's it?" "The beginning," she said. "To be really effective in retarding ejaculation, you'll have to do some homework." "What do you mean?" "I mean touching yourself." ...... "I still don't like that kind of homework. Not at my age. I can't see myself masturbating. If it were some kind of workout with a woman, I could handle it --" "But you can't handle it with a woman yet. That's why you're here. Masturbation can get you with a woman sooner." Gayle tried to smile. "The homework could be worse. And it's free." She came to her feet, speaking to him seriously. "I'll tell you secret. Masturbation is really the key to sex therapy. Believe me, Chet, the golden rule of sex treatment is: Do unto yourself, successfully, and you'll be able to do unto others forever." She reached his face. "Please take my word for it." ......