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Dr. Graves had a dark beard and dark, thinning hair. His expression was serious,
almost mournful, as Conway told his story.

"Are you under some stress at work, Mr. Conway?"

"Some, I guess. Isn't everyone?"

"You work long hours?"

"Yes."

"And worry about your job security?"

"Yes."

"What about your relationships, Mr. Conway? How are you getting along with your
wife?"

"Fine. At least, when we get to see each other, everything's fine."

"When did you last have sexual relations with your wife?"

"Sexual relations?" The question momentarily startled him. "I guess it must have
been, oh, a week or two ago."

"A week or two?"

"Well, maybe more like a month. What with both of us working so hard, sometimes
it's hard to find the energy . . ."

"A month."

"Or two. What are you suggesting?"

"I'm not suggesting anything. Simply exploring. What did you think I was
suggesting?"

"That I have some kind of sexual problem."

"Doesn't everyone, Mr. Conway? But no, I don't believe that. Your relations with
this ah . . ."

"Harper," Conway said, flushing a dull red.

"Harper, thank you. Your fantasized sexual relations with Harper are only one
element of a much larger and more complex wish fulfillment."

"Wish fulfillment? You think I like what's happening to me? I hate it. I hate
every moment of it."