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money. Let’s hear about your problem.”
    Kerner’s nervousness increased. Now he suddenly felt the first suggestion of nausea and that made him determined to try and discuss his problem. He fought down a slight panic which the sick feeling provoked in him.
    â€œI want to discuss my problem with you, Dr. Lehman, but I’m finding it very difficult to start. . . . Maybe you could ask me certain questions about what you think it might be, and then if you hit on it, I’ll just answer yes, and maybe then I’ll be able to discuss it.”
    â€œAll right, Kerner, if you want to act like a two-year-old child, we’ll accommodate you and do it that way.”
    Kerner was about to protest the insult as well as the fact that the doctor had dropped the Mr. from his name, but he held himself back.
    â€œNow let’s see,” the doctor said, rubbing his head. “You’re in love with another woman.”
    â€œNo, I’m not married and I’m not in love with anyone.”
    â€œAll right, you’re in love with another man!”
    â€œNo,” Kerner replied. “I’m not queer.”
    â€œAre you sure about that, Mr. Kerner?” the doctor asked, fixing Kerner with a hard stare.
    â€œI’m definitely not in love with any man.”
    The psychiatrist looked at Kerner suspiciously, squinting his eyes. “Are you trying to tell me you’re not a fag, Mr. Kerner?”
    â€œLook! I’m definitely not! What is this? I mean, come off it. What kind of therapy is this?” Kerner half-shouted, raising himself out of the little chair.
    The doctor appeared unperturbed. “I’m hardly ever wrong. The minute I saw you in my waiting room, I thought, Oh, oh, possible latent homo . . . of course, I could be wrong.“
    â€œWell, you are wrong, as a matter of fact,” Kerner said angrily. “I’m no queer.”
    â€œWell, I’ll take your word for it for the time being. Now let’s go on and see if I can hit on your particular perversion, shall we?”
    â€œIt’s not a perversion,” Kerner said, reacting with defensive quickness.
    â€œLet me decide that when I hear about it, okay?” the doctor snapped.
    What am I doing here? Kerner wondered. Not only was the doctor making him nervous, but he was starting to feel the sickness coming over him. This man could never help him, he thought; but still, if there was the slightest chance that he could be aided in this strange office with its South Sea setting, he must take it, no matter what.
    The doctor suddenly pushed another button and water began to fall from the ceiling into the pond like a sudden rainburst. “Could your problem be that you can’t get it up?” the doctor asked, hunching forward across his desk.
    â€œGet what up?”
    â€œYour cock!” the doctor said.
    â€œAre you serious? I’m very potent.”
    â€œVery potent, huh? Can you make it hard at will, like I can? . . . Eh? . . . Well?”
    â€œI don’t know,” Kerner replied, flabbergasted.
    â€œYou don’t know!” There was an incredulous sound in the doctor’s voice.
    â€œNo, I don’t know. Is that a crime or something?”
    The doctor ignored Kerner’s counter. “If I said to you, ‘Raise me a hard-on in sixty seconds,’ could you do it?”
    â€œI’m not sure. . . . I’ve never tried it. . . . Well, maybe I could. . . . Yes! I think I could.”
    â€œYou think you could?”
    â€œYes, I could. I definitely could.”
    â€œAre you absolutely positive?”
    â€œYes, I said I could. Don’t you believe me?”
    â€œBelieve you? Why should I believe you? You’ve already lied to me once.”
    â€œWhat? I haven’t lied about anything!” Kerner shouted.
    â€œYes, you have,” the doctor said calmly with a light tone in his voice.
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