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found myself wondering once again just how tainted someone like her could be. "Say whatever you need to say to make yourself comfortable, Lila."
    A thin, embarrassed smile drew at the corners of my mouth, but quickly faded once I remembered they were all staring at me like a pack of starving wolves. "So anyway," I went on, "I had sex with my father-in-law at the wedding reception. I guess that's not exactly a good start to a marriage."
    "We are not about judgment here, Lila," Grace told me. "We have all been there, and some of us are still there now, struggling to overcome our inner-demons."
    "I didn't even know I had demons," I admitted. "I mean, sure, I've always loved sex. Even before I knew what it was, I used to masturbate almost nonstop because I couldn't get enough of that wonderful feeling whenever I came. The out-of-control sense of freedom and release, the carrying of that dirty little secret… It's always turned me on. Then I started having sex and once I started, I just wanted more and more and more, every day, all the time.
    "And Kenny and I, that's my husband, Kenny," I explained. "Kenny and I have been together since we were in high school. We broke up off and on because I just wanted more, but he always forgave me and drew me back in because he said he couldn't live without me. He said once we were married and had kids, I would settle down, but it just didn't happen that way.
    "I mean… no matter how hard I try, I can't stop. I wake up in the morning and tell myself that today is the day I'm going to do the right thing, but then I'll see someone in the grocery store that I just have to fuck and… and then it all just spirals out of control from there and I'm right back to where I started."
    They were nodding again, almost half the people in the room silently agreeing with everything I said as if they'd been there. My gaze lingered on an older man in an impeccable grey suit, his piercing blue eyes meeting mine and almost answering the beast inside me with his own primordial howl of lust. In that moment all I could thing about was tearing that neat suit from his body like a rabid animal and feeding my need with his hot, naked flesh.
    I cleared my throat and looked away, back down at my hands for a moment before going on. "I love my husband. He is my best friend. He's been there for me in times that would have torn any other man apart, but if I don't get this under control, he's going to leave me. He's going to take our kids and leave me, and I'll be left all alone."
    It might have seemed small to someone else, but in the end that was my biggest fear: being alone. Not just being alone, but being without Kenny because I really did love him.
    Grace was talking again. I couldn't really hear what she was saying because my head was spinning with that recurring realization that if I didn't do something to try and fix that part of me that was broken, I would lose everything I had. My husband, my children, my life… It was all I thought about as I made my way back to my seat and tried to force myself to listen to the other addicts confess their crimes.
    I couldn't focus, as much as I tried. All I could think about was that flash of fantasy that burned inside me when I'd locked eyes with the gentleman in the grey suit. My imagination ran wild with thoughts of his hard mouth on mine, his soft moist tongue squeezing between my lips as his roaming hands frantically hiked my skirt up around my hips and yanked my panties aside to get at the warm, waiting prize between my thighs. I could almost feel his cock inside me, pushing through the aching folds of my cunt as he rushed upward to fill me until I cried and begged for sweet release from the hell and torment of holding back.
    It had been six weeks since I'd been with a man, and that last man had been my husband. He'd been reluctant to give in then, swearing that he was only feeding the beast inside me that needed to be denied until it starved and finally died. I didn't