About thirty minutes later, Jen went into the kitchen to get another glass of wine and moments later, Brian followed her while I continued to talk to ...my father.Five minutes passed and they had not returned yet so I quickly swallowed the last drop of wine in my glass and went to refill it.I silently walked to the kitchen and popped my head around the door to see Jen and Brian locked in a passionate embrace. I retreated a few steps and made a noise so they would know that I was approaching and. "I said, "No, you will not punish her at all for this. This is a mental disorder. Doing that is not going to help anything". They were quite startled by my response.I explained what was happening to Sally, and how certain things would cause her to relive bad experiences. I said that I had startled her and she was back in the time she was assaulted nine years ago.Jackie said, "I've read about PTSD in books. I have never seen a lady with PTSD. I have read that it sometimes happens in the convents. For our skilled crews it was a simple task to run the cutters into a quiet creek at night and silently infiltrate the town and its street markets. After donning their burkhas, our girls could not be identified from any ordinary Moorish woman. Quickly, the chosen girls slipped ashore during the night then casually emerged from the forests under the guise of picking firewood. Needless, to say that inside the bundles of sticks the girls carried ?blow-pipes? and poisoned darts that were used. Even if that "man" at times doesn't exactly look like a man.So, let's go to your "Beauty Salon" and start our vacation by getting"spruced up" as you so charmingly said." Oh, Jim, you delicious hunk of a man, please wear the black bra underyour sweatshirt and a touch of mascara. Jill will like that!" Jill e-mailed me the salon's list of services. Check them out and let meknow what you think is best for me and FOR YOU."_____________________________________________ Jill's.