Three days later, Alison calls. “Hi,” she says when I answer. “Can you talk?” “For you, I can.” I settle back in my chair and remember the way she looked when she orgasmed. “I’ve just been talking about you.” That’s a little worrying. “To Kele?” “No, another colleague. Monica.” That’s more than a little worrying. “Alison, it’s risky talking to people about what happened between us. I was a patient at your clinic; you coul...