When a Man Enters the Shrinks Office...

20) Kaboom!

Warning: first paragraph slightly NSFW.

Meanwhile not knowing what Eddy is up to, Brett stands in the shower wondering about his existence. He postpones the moment he has to touch himself, unwilling to face the images he will definitely have while doing so.
Well damn! I can't do this without thinking about Eddy.. I shouldn't.. I know I so shouldn't. But I so need it. I need release. Oh f*ck it. Let's do this quickly now. All for the sake of practice, right?
He lets out a sigh.
Images of a half naked Eddy, feeling himself up, come into his mind. Oh my, this man is so beautiful. Brett knows it won't take long to finish. He reaches for his already hard member, encloses it with his left hand and starts pulling it up and down, eyes closed, trying to let the orgasm build quickly and be over with it.
God, why is he so damn sexy to me...

He's barely started to stroke it faster, when Edwina comes bursting in. She yells straight in her high pitched, totally exaggerate voice, "Oh my Gawd, where's my sweet Bretty, my pretty bae, what are you up to sweet cakes!"
The messy blond wig askew on Eddy's head make it comedic. The grin from ear to ear on his face looking just maniacal doesn't make it better.

The moment Eddy looks at Brett he realizes he's made a mistake of enormous proportion.
This was a really bad idea.
Brett, standing there under the streaming water with big wide eyes, his hand definitely in a position he wouldn't want anyone to witness, seems frozen in place.
Eddy immediately knows he could not have entered the bathroom at a more bad time than this.
He tries to save the day by acting a surprised Edwina, putting her hand to her chest in a dramatic way to exaggerate the surprise, desperately to get some humor in the situation, and lets her state an "Oh, oops."
But it's already too late for a comedy save. Way too late.
Brett has watched the performance in horror and explodes like mount Krakatoa.

"GET OUT!"
His voice's more a growl of a animal in agony than a normal scream and points at the door.

Eddy is quick to follow this order and leaves immediately, stumbling over some stuff on the ground.
He stops in the center of the living room cursing himself.
This was such a bad idea! How could he have been so stupid! He didn't think this through. What the hell did he do this for?! Answers? No way in hell would this have given him any!
He puts his hands on his head to keep it together.

In the bathroom Brett dries himself with inhuman speed, grabs his glasses, dresses in pants and shirt only and runs after Eddy.

Just a moment later Brett, still with dripping wet hair, stands opposite of Eddy.
He's obviously very mad, clenching his fists, breathing heavily, his eyes on fire.
He yanks the blond wig of Eddy's head and throws it on the floor.
Eddy hasn't seen him this mad before in his whole life.
This is so not a good situation. He could punch himself.

"Oh God Eddy! WTF MATE! What the actual FUCK?! You are... you are!..."
No word can describe how Brett is feeling now.
"YOU...!"
His chest is heaving, his mind doing overtime to get a normal formulated sentence out.
"You know... ARG! Forget it. I can't take this anymore! DAMN YOU!"
Brett rolls his teary eyes up and storms out of the house, barefoot, slamming the door, leaving Eddy utterly devastated behind.

Eddy doesn't know what to do.
Brett? Where are you going? Oh God, what did I do! What should I do now? How can I fix this. Help me!
He drops on the couch, dizzy and nauseous, head in his hands, pulling some hairs out in frustration, the tears in his eyes overflowing down his cheeks.
This has been such a bad move.
Why am I so stupid!

His phone rings.
He barely notices it.
When it keeps on ringing he looks.
Huh? Hilary? Oh yeah, I would give her a health update today. What a lousy timing! But maybe, just maybe she knows what I should do. She already knows something about this situation. Oh God, I hope she has some advice. Maybe she can help.

He now in a hurry, picks up his phone.