I don’t think I had any masturbatory fantasies about anyone else for weeks. I relived the bathroom fantasy that I had a couple of months ago almost daily. Ever since I heard my friend Gary’s 20-year-old daughter, Kate, whom I had known all my life, upstairs at their house in the shower, I could think of little else. I had been able to hold out from climaxing a little further into my fantasy each time I daydreamed about he...