This was going a little too well, I thought, but what the hell.The next day was a Wednesday and the concert was on Saturday so I figured if she didn't...work out, I'd be going alone... Lunch time came and I went to me Ms. Kari. I got a table at the restaurant and waited. Just about the time I figured it was a joke or that she had stood me up, I see a red shirt flash by the front window. Then she walked in. To say I was pleased would be an understatement. I waved at her, and she came over and we. K, however, is a completely cured man now living in Colorado, even married.Usually Dissociative Identity Disorder is related tô problems of abuse on the part of one or more relatives in c***dhood, but that can also occur in adolescence, was the case of my new patient.To escape the stress caused by extremely conflicting situations, a person like this develops the ability tô assume a new identity and live that situation as if the other did not even exist, until a fact or a speech leads him tô. This time he would take Ayat with him; he had always considered her as hard as nails. She was obedient and submissive in his bed, but he had no illusions about her feelings. If he died today, she would be licking the prick of his successor within the hour, given half a chance.She was duly prepared and brought into the Ruby Palace and down to the torture chambers. Once there she was stripped of her abaya, harem dress, slippers and every trace of adornment. Her jewellery was removed, and even her. We were happy. Sarah and my family hit it off, and we sometimes went on vacation as a group.I caught my brother sniffing around Sarah, even though she was old enough to be his mother, and the look in her eye told me he was about to get an unpleasant experience. I heard the slap that night, her room was below ours and I was sitting on the balcony. I got down in time to see Jack holding his jaw while Sarah tried to fix a strap on her sundress. I was heading for him when she put her hand on my.