"I Hate Safaris"

"And why is that Ethan?" Questioned Eliza.

Ethan shrugged. "Ugh. I knew this was going to come up at some point. Was just dreading it."

"That's what I'm here for. Perhaps it's not as bad as you think?"

Ethan shook his head. "No, it's pretty bad."

"Tell me about it, Ethan."

"Alright. I guess I'll start from the beginning." Ethan cleared his throat and adjusted himself for comfort on the couch.

Eliza nodded in approval.

"I'll just say it. My parents are swingers."

Ethan heard no verbal reaction from Eliza, just the scribbling of her pen as she jotted the information down. He continued.

"My friends always joked about it. For years. And I usually laughed it off and really didn't entertain the idea. The guys started saying they were swingers due to the fact that they were always traveling with other couples and because of the times when they'd come home even later than I. Again, I didn't think much of it. I just thought my parents were...doing you know. Whatever."

"Of course." Replied Eliza.

"I really didn't think much of it until my brother Robbie brought it up. We were on vacation with my parents and we were unpacking in our room and he just asked." Ethan cleared his throat and adjusted himself again. He chuckled lightly. "He just asked if I thought Mom and Dad were swingers. I literally froze in my tracks when he said that. I remember I was holding a pair of socks, I just froze in place. I asked him where he got that idea, and he said it was because of their traveling."

More scribbling of the pen to paper.

"And Robbie doesn't converse with my friends." Ethan shook his head. "And even after Robbie said it I had my denials about it. Tripped me out, but that was it."

Ethan hesitated, and Eliza let him take his time. There was still time on his session.

"Then last Wednesday I went to my Grandma's to help clear out her old house, unannounced." He scoffed. "And there was always this door in her house that was closed. After a while, you just forget about it. There was always a table full of junk in front of it."

"And that door was open?" Eliza questioned.

Ethan nodded. "Yeah. So I went in, I didn't think much of it. It was Grandma's house. I went downstairs...and there was a fucking sex dungeon. A full-blown sex dungeon, with chains, whips, paddles, ropes, dildos. The whole nine yards. I wanted to throw up. And then I heard the front door open. So...I ran upstairs."

Ethan shuttered. He wanted to stop, but that wasn't an option. It was why he was here.

"And it was my parents with like ten other random people. Some around their age, some around my age. All of them wearing robes and animal masks. Dad wore a Lion mask and Mom had a Gazelle mask on. They had robes on, but I could see through them. I could see everything. Just a sea of Sexually Fueled Safari Animals."

Ethan shuttered.

"I was always a fan of nature documentaries. I can't even watch those anymore." He shook his head.

"I just...I fucking hate safaris."