Predators thrive on entropy. They're often the ones closest to us. They know where we're most vulnerable-where it hurts the most. They come in all types. They cruise the street anonymously, looking for victims; or they return to us like a lethal rash from an unresolved past. They might be ideological extremists. Or profit-driven sharply dressed parasites. They might even be megalomaniacs. But they all thrive on weakness-especially dysfunctional relationships. And they know when to strike, when you think the world's got your back-and then you realize it does: when it whispers softly that what you're about to receive is nothing more than a routine prostate exam.