Something’s wrong with me, Doc,” said Steve, a thirty-nine-year-old lawyer. “I want a complete urologic workup.”
I asked him what the trouble was. “I met this great woman,” he said. “We had a terrific first date on Valentine’s Day. She invited me in, one thing led to another, and before I knew it we were in bed. But I . . . well . . . I couldn’t . . . you know . . .” Continue Reading




