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Many years ago, a friend of a friend was a college girl at a pretty nifty college. Her family suffered serious financial reverses, money for tuition and living expenses was suddenly needed; as she was already screwing around freely, she began turning tricks. This wasn't streetwalking -- everything was arranged discreetly through a third party. She noticed that she was spending a lot of time not doing sex acts but talking to, petting, reassuring and instructing her clients, who came to her with a wealth of sexual and other problems. She likes helping people, and so it all came together (heh): she changed her major to clinical psychology and became a licensed sex therapist. Now she was providing the same services but the clients could pay for them with medical insurance or a credit card. She became quite successful in the field and began to lecture and write books, while phasing out most of the physical stuff which, after all, can be emotionally wearing, in favor of counseling, especially couples. (Although she says she isn't afraid to "get her hands dirty" if necessary.) She loves her work and she's probably more successful in life than most of you. And that's as it should be: she is a useful and productive member of society working in an important field.
