Mahler: (grunt) And drawing on walls, apparently. Damn but that’s big. She drew that on her wall?Dr K: Yes she did.Mahler: I bet the cleaners are pi...ssed.Dr K: The wall has already been cleaned. Bec did it herself, with the aid of her roommate.Mahler: (grunt)Meeting ended 4:20pmEditor’s Note:The next page is an extract from the journal of Tara Freeman dated Friday 3rd.So it’s Friday and Dan and I have spent most of the day hanging out with Bec and her new friend Mischa. Mum was discharged this. "Are you okay, Kimmy?" I asked from my safe, upright position.Her eyes fluttered open. She smiled up at me with an angelic face. "I'm fine. Did I do okay?" There was an imploring look in those puppy-dog eyes."You did great," I said, forcing a grin.I lay down in her arms again and kissed her.For the rest of that afternoon and into the early evening, Kimmy and I fucked and sucked and cuddled, pausing only for light snacks and cool refreshments to replenish our energy and the bodily fluids we had. She’d been a good wife, faithfully raising four children. Now it was time for a change.As a virgin bride at 18, she’d been very busy with the babies that came quickly but sex had gone away from her life before menopause with the husband who was more interested in drinking and gambling. In talking with other women, and just seeing what was around her made her envious of what she had missed.She was having a beer on the front porch with her next-door neighbor, “Hey Cora! You getting laid these. "I finished signing the check, which I'd been doing on the hardwood floor, and I sat up slowly, leaving the funny paper and pen on the floor for Joe to pick up. My impression wasn't only that he couldn't help me find a new Master, but that he really didn't want to. Not because he didn't want to help me, I'm sure Joe did, but only because he had no idea about that sort of life. More to the point, Joe didn't want to know about it beyond what he shared with me."Is that why you've been going around.