"When Linda got home it was mid afternoon. She put her things away, showered and since they were still enjoying an Indian summer, she slipped into a l...ight sun dress with nothing on beneath it and walked toward Kathy's house next door. The feelings of "Yes I want it" altered with "Oh no I can't do that." Now she needed to talk to her dear friend.Linda and Kathy had become very intimate as they shared the wonderful "fuck machine". The kisses they had shared seemed to stir up a completely. I put Dan’s door back the way I found it and returned to the kitchen. I was still being quiet but I wasn’t being so cautious. I was starting to think it was only my stupid brain playing tricks on me – making me nervous and worried about nothing.Just before I entered the kitchen I stopped myself. I bit my lip and looked around. Inside my head, little Bec was kicking herself for relaxing too soon. In all the movies, it’s right when everyone has relaxed that the bad guy or the monster or whatever. I felt sheepish and hung my head. I worked on her bushes, after she went inside the house, leaving me to feel miserable once again. I snipped at the bushes in a sullen mood. As I was finishing the job, Miss Foster came onto the porch and hailed me, inviting me to have some lemonade. She looked at my work and said that I had done a good job. I was not mollified. I still seethed with anger at her betrayal of me. She seemed to notice that I was in a foul mood, as we stood in her kitchen drinking. . relax your shoulders ... that’s good. Look closely at specific parts of the poster and tell me about it.”Trish narrowed her eyes. “Um ... it’s an orange cat.”“Good ... keep going...”Guy kept his gaze on Trish’s face, as instructed. He didn’t realize that as the exercise continued his own breathing had slowed and his shoulders had relaxed.Dr. Brunner continued, asking Trish to keep finding new things in the poster and to relax the rest of her body, one piece at a time. Soon she was swaying in.