I wasnt so much scared as I was bewildered at the sight of some stubble face junkie who was missing a tooth climbing over me desperately trying to wri...gle his fingers into my trousers. He was useless at it though. Im fairly sure he never had to get a girl naked before. I punched him on the top of his head in one last attempt to get free. His hand covered my mouth again, but his other hand was still nowhere near opening any buttons. It was then I spotted his mate holding a phone up recording it. She came put her head back in and said that Beth our landlord wanted to talk to her for a minute so she left. She was gone for about 45 minutes and when she came back she was a little out of breath and her clothes looked disshelved, I asked if everything was ok and she said, “yeah no problems, Beth wanted to talk to her about a little too much noise the last two nights and set up a time for lunch for her and I to go to lunch.” I said ok but you seemed a little out of breath and she said maybe. "Oh, so now I am to obey the master of the house. Is that it?" Something like that, yeah."She was fighting hard now to contain her anger."Well, if you hadn't noticed, I have a life of my own. I do have interests others than yours and I have friends and I will not have you telling me what interests I may pursue or who my friends can be." You just stay away from him.You hear me?" Oh I hear you just fine, Tim." I'll be back in three days," he announced, closing the suitcase, striding from the. Although like everyone else, she has more than one concern.Case Study # 7: Annie G.I meet with my psychiatrist friend, let’s call her Diane, once a month or so to discuss our patients. Usually we meet for drinks in North Beach. Or Nob Hill. Diane treats three enabling mothers whose activities contributed to the composites in “Case Studies.”We also go over my would-be screenplay. Diane, not an editor, has become an editor for me. A writer who is not a writer. Amateur Hour.At our last.