JARRYD As a doctor, I take my promise "to do no harm" very seriously, which is how I find myself pressured into court-ordered therapy. I might have to sit on her couch and listen to her probing questions, all while imagining her long legs wrapped around my waist or draped over my shoulders, but that doesn't mean I have to bare my soul. APRIL I've been slaving away at the local clinic, biding my time until I can register as a private therapist. Nothing is going to take my eyes off the prize. Not even the sexy new patient lounging on the couch in my office. Sure, he's hot, and I'd like to take him for a spin. But the price of crossing that professional line is too high, and the cost is my dream.