"Listen I wrote stories about potholes when I was a rookie and let me tell you they give terrible interviews. Now get down there and get me a story" H... said with a laugh. Grabbing my bag I ask "What is this place called?" as I got ready to go out. "Futa Farm," He said trying to pronounce it a few different ways before giving up. "Strange name, wonder what it means," You say taking the address down. "No clue but get down there and get me a story about cows. Hell go undercover as one if you have. My first major career move launched me from the mailroom to the number three exec in Digital Filing. Then, over the years, after a couple of people left and another one retired, I rose to Assistant Customer Relations Executive on the esteemed Gibraltar Soup account.(Chivalry precludes me from mentioning my following in the footsteps of certain family elders. Re: my perhaps inclusion in the Advertising Industry’s Whose Who. It could happen someday, I will go so far as to say that.)Now, it’s not. " I was shocked to say the least, was Pat giving me away? The look on myface must have given me way."Yes, they know,."Pat said. "I told them everything." Everything?" I said."Yes everything."I just stood there in a state of shock. I couldn't believe it. After afew moments, I said, "I told you in confidence, Pat. How could you tellthem?" They had already figured it out," she said."They had?" I said/asked."Last night, when Mrs. Allen spanked you, she knew." You really can't hide your true gender. Now hand it to me."Jane handed her sweater over to Dr. Susan."You see this?" Dr. Susan held up the sweater. "This is a symbol. A symbol of how your assailant has maintained his control over your life. His control reaches into your mind - even after all these years. Now, let me ask you. How would you recommend we break this control ... so you can get on with your life?" Uh ... I don't know?" Jane stammered, worried now."Easy," Dr. Susan said, opening the drawer of her desk. "We destroy the.