"Of course. Orihara Izaya is every woman as much as Orihara Izaya is every man and what man would say no to hot sex with you!"

"Drop the third person, it is creepy."

"It's moe! Besides, you really can't blame me for my sex drive as it is imbedded in my DNA! Science for the win!"

"That much is true, your sex drive is indeed genetically programmed."

"See! So I can't be blamed for wanting to do it with you any time of the day!"

The therapist coughed since he had to do something to get people's attention.

"Yagiri-san, with all due respect you can hardly criticize Orihara-san as far as unpredictable behavior goes. Undressing someone like that is too random, not to mention it goes against common sense and every single rule of social conduct."

"Doc, I feel so violated, too...showing the goods to people like that..."

Izaya's coy act fooled no one.

"You're too shameless for that kind of thing."

One of the women spoke up.

"Orihara-san, could you tell us about your first time with Yagiri-san?"

Izaya beamed and nearly skipped abound.

"I thought you people would never ask! Ah, it was absolutely epic. I'd already known Namie for a while at the time, I am a gentleman,"

Namie chuckled.

"You're a gentleman? Is this your bad sense of humor again?"

"We made love under the blooming sakura flowers on a sweet spring night,"

"Doctor, he's making up things again. That never happened. I happen to know it's one of your prime fantasies that you keep a log about."

The therapist did not think it possible but Izaya paled to the point of looking slightly ill.

"Eh, what are you talking about, Namie?"

"You're not the only one that can 'gather information' as you put it. Hacking your computer was not easy but it was not impossible either. I told you I could do it, didn't I? It was a very 'educational' experience to say the least."

Izaya swallowed with difficulty.

"Namie, as your boss, that's a breach in my privacy..."

Namie shrugged dismissively.

"So fire me."

"You know I'll never do that! I need you as an employee as much as I need you as a lover!"

The therapist had to make an attempt regaining control. The therapy group almost drooled, this was better than a soap opera and the racy bits made it all the more interesting.

"Yagiri-san, spying on Orihara-san is unacceptable. Regardless of how badly Orihara-san might have behaved."

"I said I was sorry that I bugged your apartment! When I think that you've been reading my private Namie blog where I pour out my heart of hearts,"

Izaya finished in a sniffle.

"Oh man up already, will you? Nothing in that blog of yours surprised me much. I already suspected you kept such a thing, I just became acquainted with the details."

A woman offered Izaya a hanky that he proceeded to use to dab some tears and then to wring. But not for long. Suddenly Izaya sprang to his feet.

"Namie! I understand it all! The reason why you raided my computer for info is because you want to find more about me! You love me that much, it's just your tsun side that keeps you from being more direct about it!"

"Tsun...?"

"I'm so touched, Namie...those were my most private thoughts, having you read them is such an intimate experience..."

Izaya blushed most beautifully.

"Again, what is this tsun he's talking about?"

"Aw, I love it how clueless you are about pop culture, for the most part. It's so adorable. So now you know about my dream of making love under a sakura tree! Doesn't get any more romantic, cheery petals falling on your smooth skin as you ride me..."

"...Orihara, forget I mentioned your computer. Before I am forced to kill you."

Izaya's eyes grew shiny and even slightly glazed. The therapist passed a hand before Izaya's face.

"Orihara-san? Are you there?"

"Oh, doc. Sorry, I got lost in my mind for a sec."

The woman closest to Izaya addressed him.

"So you keep a blog about Yagiri-san?"

"Yes! It's a private record of all things Namie related!"

"How is your crazy delusion 'Namie related'? I have nothing to do with any cherry tree sex scene."

"Of course it related to you, Namie! You're the one moaning my name as we make love under the pink canopy..."

"Again, that never happened."

"Not yet!"