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she asked the group, looking around as others shook
     their heads in disagreement. She blinked rapidly. “I was leaning back with
     my panties to my ankles and I knew two sets of peering eyes were watching me rub
     my clit and stick my fingers in my ass. But I still jerked myself off over and
     over, and then I came so hard that I squirted pee on myself. One of the men
     stuck his dick through the glory hole and I sucked it until he came on my lips.
     And when he left, I put on another movie and lay back.
    “I looked up to see that I was being watched again, and I saw a set of
     eyes, only one pair of eyes. They were dark brown, and the lids were iced with
     deep-set wrinkles. The whites of the eyes were cloudy. I jumped back and pulled
     up my underwear, closed my blouse, and put on my pants. Turns out the eyes
     belonged to my uncle. Uncle Chester was always trying to hug me a little too
     tight when I was younger, trying to be slick by pressing against my breasts. I
     always had a bad feeling about him. He was always sneaky. I hadn’t seen
     him in years, but there he was jacking off at the sight of his niece
     masturbating. This world is getting way too small for the type of sick problem I
     have. I want to be rid of this obsession. That’s why I’m
     here.”
    Teela ceased her story and looked around at the room full of faces. She
     turned to eye her chair, and as she sat she looked over and saw Miki giving her
     a warm eye hug and a wink.
    Teela’s soft expression gave away the fact that the wink was
     comforting. She winked back, flashing her pale green eyes demurely.
    Rachel Cummings showed no shock. She only beamed with approval.
     “That’s very good, Teela. It sounds like your admittance is going to
     get you through this. Your honesty and shame can work together toward your
     healing. We thank you.”
    “Yes,” a couple of members said aloud, in particular the
     long-legged black man next to Teela, who offered her a smile as she shifted her
     thick body back into her chair.
    Brandi said “Yes,” too, as she sprang to her feet in a prim pale
     yellow skirt suit. “I suppose my name suits me well, as I’ve been an
     alcoholic for the past ten years. I’m thirty-two years old and started
     drinking heavily in college. I never believed in AA meetings or even admitted
     that I had a problem. But the combination of this sexual addiction and what I
     know to be an alcohol addiction will surely kill me if I don’t surrender.
     You see, I cannot bond to anyone. I guess you can say I’m a love cripple.
     I have never had sex with the same person more than once in my entire life. I
     get off on the thrill of a stranger. I have a problem.
    “And I recently posed as a hooker a few times just to surround myself
     with men who were expecting a onetime wham-bam, without all the intros. We went
     to the seedy motels or fucked in the backs of cars, and when it was all over, I
     ended up feeling as though I’d gotten more out of it than they did. I
     wouldn’t even take their money. But the last straw was when I got arrested
     for solicitation of sex. The embarrassing charges were eventually dropped, but
     this addiction thing is interfering with my job as an eighth-grade teacher.
     I’m afraid I’ll run into a student’s parents one day or,
     worse, get fired. I am a sexaholic and I’m ready. Ready to get well.
     I’m ill. And I admit it.”
    Rachel Cummings handed over a wide smile as chestnut Brandi took her
     seat.
    Brandi looked down after smiling back.
    “Wow, I must say those are some very good examples of the extreme side
     of lusting and being lusted over,” said Rachel Cummings. “Brandi,
     you have a two-headed demon to tackle—sex and alcohol—but it’s
     not unusual, and sometimes there’s no need for two recovery programs. Both
     AA and SA cover the same principles. Some people have addictive-type
     personalities and some of you, like Brandi, might find that you’re
     addicted to other