"Yep, yep. Tonight is going to be a night you won't forget." With a big grin on my face, I smiled at Daddy and added, "Baby Girl has a big surprise in...store for her Daddy." So I guess my baby girl is planning on being a very naughty girl tonight." Daddy said as he winked at me. Winking back at Daddy, I blow him a kiss and say, "Maybe."As the night progresses Daddy and I share a few more shots of tequila.A few minutes before midnight, I grab Daddy's hand and pull him toward me. Kissing him. Simply put it was like holding a bottle of air underwater. Eventually one way or another it will surface and the more it needs to struggle the more violent the eruption that follows. That's not to say my research was fruitless, I found the patients I did not repress entirely their memories but instead tried to mitigate the effects like the dreams and the flashbacks benefited enormously.The other discovery is that helping people discover things they keep repressed is far more interesting than I. I couldn’t do this on my own.None of the regular mistresses were on, only one that I had called a few times and couldn’t remember that well was on. I quickly pushed the “Call” button and stared down at my phone anxiously. After a few seconds the screen lights up and it begins to vibrate. I pick it up and push through the menu until it rings, rings, rings and keeps ringing. “We’re sorry, this mistress is unavailable” comes through and my heart sinks some more. My eyes dart back to the door, me. At some distance, whilst talking, Anil stopped the car and brought out a bottle of whisky and a bottle of gin. He had three glasses. My wife refused to drink. She drank rarely. Anil knew that Neena drank gin some times. As such he had brought gin for her. After some persuasion, my wife Neena relented. Anil poured a generous quantity, when she was looking elsewhere and filled the rest of the glass with ice cubes, water and lemonade.Anil then resumed his story about his friend Sameer. He.