The tension between The Hawkins is thicker than Mrs. Lori had anticipated. She went over their files carefully; she knew the mood would be heavy, but nothing like this. Both of them are carelessly scrolling through their phone, seeming to not have a care in the world.

"I guess we should get started," clearing her throat. "Again, I thank you both for being here. I was told that I was personally asked by the both of you, to counsel your marriage...", she scrolls through the paperwork, "based on the information from you both, sex seems to be the only issue. I know a little bit about both of you, based on the information that was filled out. I would like to get into more specifics; who would like to go first?" They glance over at each other but don't say anything. "We can play paper, rock, scissors'?" she jokingly  to try to lighten the mood.

"I'm surprised my husband isn't overtalking you with shit since he always has so much to say!" She looks over at him, "Now that we have a mediator, you quiet? Hmmmm, quite fuckin' interesting!"

"I don't know what to say if we're being real. My wife..." he stops and puts his head down, as though he's trying not to cry.

Savannah scoffs at him and mumbles under her breath, "With your dramatic ass."

"I'm sorry, what was that Savannah?" Lori heard her but wants her to say it with her chest.

"I said, " looking over at him, "With your dramatic ass!" She almost scoots out of her chair, "Lori, he caught me sending random men sexy photos, that's it! As I told this negro before, I don't know any of them. They were -----"

He interrupts her, "They were from a dating app! Don't forget to add that shit."

"Oh my gosh, I was going to say that but you interrupted me since you call yourself mad. As I was saying Lori, they were random men that I met on a dating app. We didn't have each other's personal numbers; just the app and email. I only sent them sexy or nude photos. We never planned to have sex or any of that shit. Matter of fact, I even swore to him and he still won't believe me!"

Lori turns a few papers, "Ah yes...you said that you don't believe your wife, because she won't swear on the Bible? Is that right?"

Savannah lets out an aggravated sigh, "Are you fuckin' fa real? Oh my gosh, ok so yeah...," softly clapping her hands, "I have not fucked any of them; don't intend to and that's that. The problem is that he thinks I enjoy doing this but I don't!" She starts crying, "Does he not understand how horrible this is for me? I'm fuckin' disgusted by all of this. I'm embarrassed, I'm humiliated...like, I don't know what else he wants me to say."

"Here you go," she hands Savannah some tissue.

"Fuck those fake ass tears man."

"Of course, it's fuck those tears, because you don't give a damn about how I feel."

He scoots up on the edge of his chair, "You right, it's been fuck your feelings since that bullshit you pulled."

"It's just something I like to do from time to time. I think the shit is sexy, and yes, it's kinda like foreplay for me," wiping the last of her tears off her face, "I don't see a problem with that, I really don't."

Malik side-eyes her, "Foreplay is sending shit to other men? Man...."

"It's not like that though. I enjoy having sex with my husband. He's the one who tells me I want it too much!"

He denies that's the case, and tells her a time when she damn near drained him. Malik claims his dick could no longer ejaculate. "She would see that shit, and still get upset! She's used her toy more than a couple of times after we had sex back to back."

She finishes up a few notes before saying anything, "Malik, what can your wife do, to help get your marriage back to how it used to be?"

"I want her to be honest with me. so we can try to move on from this. I love my wife, Lori. She's been with me through everything. Losing her; losing us would, man..." he re-focuses, and gets his self back together. "With that being said, my wife's not about to have me or my family, looking stupid and shit. Either she's here to save our marriage or I will divorce her; it's as simple as that."

Savannah rolls her eyes, "You were doing so well, up until that last lil part," scoffing. "I'm here to save our marriage! As I said before, I love this man," she hesitates to look at him. "I love you so much ok?" Her voice starts trembling, as she continues. "I really do love Malik," she looks over at Lori, "I know none of this looks good and I've apologized profusely. I want him to know that doing this, doesn't change my love for him. I know he's going to find this laughable but I want him to be able to trust me again."

"Then be honest with me."

"I am being honest with you."

"Lori, you know you're our third therapist we've seen right?"

Lori looks at Savannah, "Ah yes, yes, I am fully aware of that. Savannah, it was and is highly recommended that you do not have a male counselor because you like to seductively flirt. Seduce them by dressing very provocatively, flashing and masturbating in front of them. What was the reason you chose to self-pleasure in front of the the past therapists?"

She squirms uncomfortably in her chair, "We're not here to talk about that."

"Yeah," Malik points at her, "yeah, the fuck we are."

Lori reads Savannah's body language and asks Malik to step out. She puts the papers down on the end table as they patiently wait for him to be outside the office. "What aren't you telling your husband?"

"What aren't I telling him?Uh...well...."

"You're either going to tell me now or end up telling me later."

"Okay," takes a deep breath, "I don't want him to stop doing what I'm doing."

"I'm sorry, come again Savannah?"

"I stopped for a while but I mean," shrugging her shoulders, "I do not believe I'm doing anything wrong. I don't know any of these men! They don't know me! They don't even see my face! And before you ask, I told him that he could do the same."

Lori  is damn near speechless, "I'm going to go right into it; have you ever had physical sexual encounters outside your marriage?"

She looks her up and down, "You first?"

Savannah's quick comeback throws her off but then pisses her off, "Me first? I'm not the one in therapy, Savannah. Get that unnecessary chip off your shoulder! Be real and honest with everything, so I can help your marriage!"

Savannah, looking at her, with no expression on her face. "Ok so are you going to call my husband back in here or...?"

She lightly laughs to keep herself from saying anything that could jeopardize their professional relationship. Attitudes like hers are very common in this field. She silently tells herself to chill out and takes a few deep breaths, "I'm going to tell Malik that I would like to meet with only you for the first three weeks. I would like for them to be twice a week; I have checked and even though your insurance doesn't  cover the additional visits; your husband has advised me that money isn't an issue. He's willing to pay what he needs to pay, to save his marriage."

Smacking her lips,"He means, his parents, but yep."

"Can I trust you to show up?"

Savannah rolls her eyes and laughs, "Tell me the days you would like to see me, and then I might..."

"You know you don't have to be this way. I'm here to help both of you."

"No, you're here for a check!" She forms a fake smile, "Now, can you call my husband back in here so we can get the fuck....?" Savannah goes back to scrolling through her phone.

Behooved by what just took place, she stalls for a second, then gets up to bring Malik back in. She's been doing this for a long time; Savannah's attitude is nothing new to her, but she's very tempting. Little does she know, her world's about to turn upside down.