SEATTLE -- The men form a small circle around their instructor inside a Seattle classroom -- bodies slouched in black school chairs, arms tightly crossed, eyebrows furrowed, legs spread wide.
Their instructor Peter Qualliotine pulls out a sheet of paper from his pocket and begins to read the woman's poem aloud.
While I was pleasuring you, life passed me by.
I should have been searching for a partner in life -- someone to raise a family with.
Instead, I was erasing your stress away -- nurturing your soul, providing you with an exotic escape minutes from your home, helping you cheat, bandaging your hurt ego.