My name is Davy Fuchs and this is my story. I'm in my therapist's office. He's my fourth therapist. I liked what he said on his website: It stated that he believed the role of a therapist was to help a client explore the meaning one attaches to something. So, impressed with this, I had been writing to him for several months. Because of my schedule, I had not been able to meet him and now; at last, here I am waiting to meet him. Why am I so anxious to meet yet another therapist? I need to know why I attach so much importance to my cock. You see, it nearly got me killed.