My mother had found another man long before they separated. My father became a drunk and my mother went on dates. The fights were loud and constant. I... remembered I used to put a pillow over my ears to block out the screaming. She would call my dad a loser because he’d lost his job and she had to support us. Then there was the run of three stepfathers. My mother had a problem in picking men.Dr. Mandelson suggested that there was a correlation between my dominant mother and my strong-willed wife.. I mean…do you want to do this stuff with me? I got up and ran upstairs as fast as I could. I tried to calm myself down and think clearly. Sitting down on the bed, I put my head in my hands and tried to breathe slowly. That was when I heard a small knock on the door.”I’m coming in, sweetie.”My mom’s voice, of course, and I had forgotten to lock the door. She walked in .“Mom, I’m sorry, okay? I…I can’t help it. I know it’s wrong, but-”“Shhhh.” She sat down on the bed next to me and pulled my head. They included puppies, sunsets, naked women, naked men, naked children, city skylines and what not. We had been shown other similar pictures and some films while undergoing an MRI. The films were a mix of political speeches, people having sex in various combinations, herding cattle, and other stuff. What areas of our brains were excited was recorded and linked to the film or picture. We were also asked questions while hooked up to a polygraph. The questioner started with some basics, including. I came in early on Wednesday for my bikini wax. When it was done I went out on stage to practice my dance routine. After a few spins on the pole, Henry, the band leader asked me to talk into the mic because they were adjusting sound levels. I walked over to the mic and said, “What do you want me to say?”“Say anything... The Gettysburg address—hum a tune—anything."I thought a moment, took a big breath, and started to sing,“Blue moon... You saw me standing alone... Without a dream in my heart....