Dylan knew he had to get help controlling his addiction as he sat in his car watching the scene unfold. The need for sex had him in it’s grip and he struggled nightly to break loose of it’s grip.
The following day, Dylan dialed the number of a doctor a friend had recommended. “Would you like to make an appointment? I have an opening at three this afternoon.”
Once there, the doctor asked, “So what seems to be the problem?”
“It’s getting so that one can’t tell the difference anymore between a real woman, a transsexual or those damned sex-bots!”