First T asked me what is the boundary that stops me from discussing sex with him. I said, "Ummmm, I'm looking at it right now."

So based on my brilliant statement from Friday and other things, we have obviously acknowledged the existence of erotic transference.

I was talking about how having those feelings and talking about them feels as though I am breaking boundaries.

Then T goes, "Okay in other instances when you have been attracted to someone, have you been afraid of breaking boundaries?"

Other instances?

Okay, so the word other completely implies that there is an existing instance, that being the one towards him.

I almost died.

Because he knows.

And he's right.

And he's so damn comfortable talking about it, acting as if there's nothing wrong with it, as if I'm not sitting there totally melting and stewing in my own humiliation.