The trio nodded politely to the man leaving Carla’s office. Karen wondered if he was the man Carla had mentioned that needed to masturbate in front ...of her during his sessions.“Please give me a few minutes,” she asked as she closed her office door.Moments later Carla opened her office door, using it as a shield to block a view of her body. Dan, Karen and Wendy entered and noticed she had changed into the same beige coloured blouse that was unbuttoned unfashionably low and a short hemmed light. There were alot of people there and as the night went on many were getting plenty drunk. Some lady lost her bikini top and bottoms diving in the pool. Then I was heading into the kitchen to grab a snack when one of the women hosting the party nabbed me. She said that my mom was totally drunk and she was flirting with some men and she was worried that these men may take advantage of her. She said I should take my mother home as they could not locate my dad. I went and found mom and sure enough. I may not be out of the woods but I have a bright torch and a spare (backup!) at the ready.I always do the backup thing. In all facets of my life. You name it and I have a backup or spare in place.I may have also forgotten to mention that along with my therapist, I did tell my sister all about my revalations. I even told her it would be easier for me to write this all down and then share it with her on here.I assured her I would not be using any of OUR names. I have no idea if anyone I actually. She whipped out a brand-new softball, of all things, and asked me to sign it for her. I did -- writing my name across the big ball in large, grandiose script.I signed it "Bobby Crandall." The "Bobby" was a first for me. The last person to call me Bobby -- before Patti Wyman, had been my Mother. I was maybe four years old at the time.Patti looked at her softball and gave me The Smile again.Providence was kind to me, and there was only one more autograph-seeker in line behind her. I signed the.