Mr. and Mrs. Shorten sought help of every sort, which invariably failed. One counsellor completely missed the significance when the little girl answer...ed “why? Because the pressure is going to kill me. When I write it lets off the pressure for a little while. If I don’t, it will just keep pushing until I rip open from here to here”, running a hand from sternum to throat. In desperation, her parents even brought in an Evangelical Community Behaviour Prayer Specialist.When all available. She glanced into the mirror, repositioned her hair and grinned. For a couple of seconds, the dreadful moment that was fast approaching seemed to be miles away. She put her lipstick on and muttered to herself,"Let's go, Emma. You can do this!"Her heart started pounded as she grabbed her keys a few minutes later, heading out the front door. Her mind went over every detail of the day ahead, over and over again. If this should all work out, she had to be in total control of things. She couldn't. With so much to catch up on, we asked for a private lounge. The attendant guided us to a softly lit room, sporting four sumptuous reclining chairs and served tea. The entry fee included an introductory foot and leg massage, so when two male and two female masseurs arrived, we lay back, closed our eyes, and enjoyed the attention. The Reiki foot massage was sooo… relaxing, I was almost asleep by the time he moved to my legs. Gentle kneading of my calves and thighs was just what the doctor. ..”“Just for him?” Checks Dennis.“Welllllll...” Twists Brandy. “To tell the truth ... I’m in my fourties ... I’m no beauty queen ... There’s not a long line of men wanting to have sex with me! Everyone I know knows I’ve already killed one man with this pussy!!!”Dennis laughs, “Well, please don’t kill my dog with it!”Brandy bends toward Casanova and the big dog growls, still not quite sure what to make of this loud, chunky, happy thing that keeps bursting into fits of laughing. She takes a.