Case 7 - The Misdirected Gentleman

Henry McWilliams had been born in London. Dressed in his short grey pants, white shirt, and school tie, he rode the London underground every day to his exclusive school. One day, when he was nine, he saw a man rubbing up against a woman on the Underground.

Henry was small when he was nine, and even in the crowded subway car he has an excellent eye-level view. The woman (she was an adult, though Henry had no idea how old) was a bit overweight and dressed in a tight-fitting mini-skirt. She was facing away from the man, who allowed the weight of the crowd surging through the doors top press him up against her. The man tugged at his crtoch, and then, as the train began to move, rubbed himself against her.

"I never saw her face, but I could tell she didn't like it," said Henry. "She tried to push him away, she tried to move, but there was no place for either of them to go. Then the train stopped and he ran out the door."

Henry the adult, age 24, had now referred himself for treatment. He had moved with his parents to the United States when he was 15. Since his graduation from high school, he had worked as a messenger for a large legal firm. Many days he spent on the subway in his official capacity. He guessed that he had rubbed against 200 women in five years. He was seeking help at the insistance of one of the partners in his law firm, who the week before had happened to ride the same train and watched him in action.

When Henry was in need, he would go into the men's room and put on a condom so as not to stain his trousers. Then he would roam up and down the outskirts of a crowd on a subway platform until he found a woman who interested him. This would be someone who was youngish but not young ("They're less likely to scream."), and well-rounded enough to stretch tight the material of her skirt or slacks. He especially liked it if the material was leather. He would board after she did, and if she did not turn around, would rub his erection up and down against her buttocks as the train began to roll.

"I'm very sensitive, so it doesn't take much pressure." Sometimes the woman didn't even seem to realize what was going on, or maybe she didn't want to admit it, even to herself. He usually climaxed within a minute. Then he would bolt out the door at the next stop. In the event that he was interrupted, he would hang out around the platform until he spotted another woman in another crowd.

"It helps if I imagine that we're married or engaged," he explained. "I'll pretend that she's wearing my ring, and I've come home for a quickie."