title: The Second Chapter of a Bad Dream
author: Gary Watson
description: Gary Watson is part of a family of writers, following his grandfather and uncle who were noted newspaper reporters in north Georgia. Since retiring in 2010 after award-winning careers as a newspaper editor and a public transportation director, Watson has been fully devoted to writing. Forty years of dealing with people from all walks of life and circumstances helps him craft the characters and plots of his novels. When not writing, Watson tags along with his wife Suzanne( a former award-winning newspaper editor herself) to every antique shop in Georgia, Florida and Alabama and devotedly follows the athletic teams of the University of West Georgia, his alma mater, and Georgia Tech. During baseball season, Watson serves as a Guest Relations Representative for the Atlanta Braves at Turner Field. He and Suzanne live in Carrollton, Georgia near grown daughters Kelli Blankenship and Hayley Kilgore and grandchildren Tandy Blankenship and Clinton Kilgore. The Second Chapter of a Bad Dream is Watson's second novel. His first, Fifteen Minutes of Fame, earned reader praise for its fast pace and plot twists.
zlib_text: Dedication
  As always, to the readers first. A huge thank-you to every person who has made it possible for me
  to keep reaching for my goals.
  And also to myself. For all the hard work of the last six years. From the first word I ever wrote,
  the opening of Dream Machine, to this sequel…how far my dream has come.
  The sacrifices were worth it.
  
  Author’s Note
  This work is an erotic fantasy and not meant to portray realistic therapeutic relationships between
  doctors and patients. The author has great respect for the ethical guidelines set by the psychology
  profession, but they make for a boring story.
  
  Chapter One
  Luke Malone couldn’t believe he’d lost his erection. He poked his half-hard cock with the tip of
  his index finger as if the annoyed jab would suddenly make his tool spring to attention. Instead, his
  junk swayed, coming to rest against his thigh. His balls hung low and loose, not tucked tight to the
  trunk of his body where they usually clung while he played voyeur.
  On the bed in fron