Learning to Soar Read Online Free

session.”
    “Wow. Impressive,” Chloe quipped.
    “I usually see one client on each night that Volare is open. The charge for each session is two hundred dollars,” Damien continued, “although I ask that clients wait to pay until their sessions are completed. I don’t want you to pay a cent if you are not fully satisfied that I’ve resolved your problem.”
    “Interesting. And you make a living doing this?” Chloe mused.
    “Well, I can’t complain,” Damien answered. “I am pleased to report that I’ve never had an unsatisfied client. Most of my revenue comes from the club, however. Volare is thriving and provides me with a very steady income.”
    Chloe sipped her wine and asked, “How many patients have you seen?”
    “I refer to them as clients, actually,” he replied, “since I am not a doctor or licensed therapist. You will be the three-hundredth. It’s an anniversary of sorts. I’ve been at this for a little over three years now.”
    Chloe studied his face. He seemed so genuine and kind. And nice . “How in the world did you get into freelance sex therapy? Why do you do it?”
    Damien shrugged, but Chloe thought she detected the first hint of reticence in him. “It’s a long story,” he said with a practised air. “I think there’s a lot of unnecessary loneliness and sadness in the world. By helping people enjoy their sexuality, I’m making the world a better, happier place.”
    “You’re a do-gooder.” Chloe nodded in understanding. “You genuinely want to help people. I believe you. And I think that’s really nice.”
    “I try to help people, at least. I find my occupation very rewarding.” He returned his attention to her and rubbed his hands together softly. “Let’s talk about you, though, Chloe. Monica told me something about what’s been going on in your life, but why don’t you give me your own version?”
    Chloe finished her wine and held the glass out for Damien to refill. “I never had any sort of, you know, sexual problems at all until about three years ago. I started having sex in college and it was great. I had three different steady boyfriends—each relationship lasted several months—and, while none of them were my soul mates, they were all great guys. Apparently lots of women don’t reach orgasm, at least according to the World Wide Web, but I never failed to. I often came two or three times each time I had sex. I guess I totally took it for granted. And then…” She looked down at her lap and paused.
    “Go on,” Damien urged. “This is all entirely confidential.”
    “And then I started dating Mark,” Chloe sighed. “He was really out of my league. I don’t know what I was thinking. It would never have worked in the long run.” Chloe began to speak in clipped, forced words. “He was from this wealthy, old Boston family. You know, the kind with yachts and garden parties and family vacations in Europe? They meant for him to go to Harvard, but some teacher screwed him over in high school and he couldn’t get in. So he ended up at Salem State, where I was.”
    “Salem State is a good college,” Damien noted.
    “It’s no Harvard. It wasn’t good enough for Mark’s family,” Chloe stated with cold certainty, “and neither was I. He took me to meet them a few times, and they were polite enough to my face, but I could tell that they were just letting him have his stupid college fling. There was no way he’d ever end up with a girl like me.”
    “It’s astonishing to hear you say that,” Damien countered. “You’re a very beautiful woman. Aside from your looks, Monica told me that you have a master’s degree in accounting from the University of Massachusetts, that you worked your own way through college and grad school, and that you work for one of the largest accounting firms in Atlanta now.”
    Chloe laughed mirthlessly. “You mean worked for one of the largest accounting firms in Atlanta. I got canned today. Nothing personal. Cutbacks, you