Chapter 1: A Surprising Invitation

“Lily texted me,” I messaged Lola, “inviting me to a bar to catch the World Series.” It was game seven, and she was eager to see her team claim victory. “Want to come along?” “Is Jim going to be there?” “I’m not sure.” “Then I think I’ll pass,” Lola replied.

After a long day at work, I entered the bustling bar. To my surprise, Lily had saved a seat for me right beside her at the bar, close to the TV. She greeted me with a hug and turned to face me. Despite the chilly October evening, she wore a short skirt and a loose blouse, her legs slightly apart as she chatted.

“Where's Jim?” I asked. “He’s at home with some friends, watching the game.” “Didn’t you want to join them?” It was clear she hadn’t invited me just for the game; she was already on her second drink. What was her true intention?

With just a little encouragement, she unveiled her real purpose. Seeking some legal advice, she was also on the lookout for a different kind of attention. Recently graduated with a Master’s in Sexuality and Gender Studies, she aimed to become a “Sex and Spirit Guide” for individuals and couples. Her pressing question was, “If I incorporate hands-on techniques in my practice and charge for it, how does that differ from prostitution?”

That was quite an intriguing question—definitely not something they cover in law school! My first thought was to ask, “Could we go back to your place for a more hands-on demonstration to clarify what you mean?” However, I wisely refrained and instead inquired, “So you’re considering providing digital stimulation to your clients?”

“Well, it’s more than that. I might involve role-playing, BDSM, and uncovering their inhibitions through play therapy—essentially guiding them on a profound sexual and spiritual journey,” she explained.

“Wow!” I responded. “That sounds very Jungian.” Images of Sabina Spielrein and Carl Jung sprang to mind.

“This morning, I had a photographer take some daring photos to promote my services,” she continued.

I found myself lost in thought, imagining the scene, but she carried on. “Jim even