Take me, good and hard ... make me come." Don't you think you've come enough? I'd say it's my turn now." Ah, the loutish brute returns. Oh ... just li...e that ... there ... yes ... yes ... yes." She was off wailing again, and I maintained the same hard pace that had set her off, so as she came back to earth I was still plunging in and out of her. "Oh ... that was nice ... I knew I was keeping you around for something." I do have my uses," I grinned down at her. My own release was building, and. "Look at that." I looked up and saw the beaker was almost a third full, which seemed a lot, considering the size of it. I'd kind of got used it by now."Yea, that was really good mom," I said truthfully. "I do feel much better now." Good," she said, placing the beaker on a glass shelf above the end of the bath."Now, I'm going to use your bathroom to shower as I said before, whilst I'm here, but before you go, there's something you can do for me." Ok," I said, hesitatingly, not sure what to. She looked right at Rachel and asked, "You're Rachel Carson aren't you?" Her voice was clear and strong with just a hint of forcefulness. "Yes I am," answered Rachel, "what can I do for you?" "Drop that stuff in your room and have a drink with me," she replied. The way she said it made Rachel feel very vulnerable, and while she didn't really want to be with this strange woman, she felt pressure to comply with her wishes. Before Rachel could answer, the elevator door opened and the lady took. Mental illness is always defined by deviance from societal norms. Roberta's behavior was outside the norm, at least outside the acknowledged, admitted norm, even if it was not really outside the norm of the actual behavior of people. For example, a brother and sister desiring to marry would be considered mentally ill, as well as criminals, today. But in the Egyptian and Incan civilizations, it was quite the norm; in fact, it was a religious imperative, ordained by God, for the ruling families..