Max — Christa Tomlinson

We've all had our experiences with him. The Bad Boy. The one we know better than to get involved with. The strong, quiet type with a voice as smooth and cool as chocolate whiskey ice cream. For me it was Max Stovall. We met, when at forty-two years old, I decided to get my first tattoo. He didn't say much, but he didn't have to. I was immediately attracted to him. I knew he was attracted to me too, even though he played it cool and pretended otherwise. Getting close to him won't be easy. He's in the closet and determined to stay there. Do I walk away, or show him life is better out here, with me? Dr. Patrick Bishop