The pain subsided, and Andrew was just happy he didn't vomit.A few minutes later, class ended. Andrew waited for the others to leavebefore standing. ..."I'll hide and wait 'til the next classes are insession before heading back to the house," he thought. Then his daintyfeet almost stepped out of his now far too large dock siders. "Whatnext?" he thought. He picked them up and walked down the hall to themen's room and hid in a stall. As he walked his hips swayed, but Andrewdidn't realize it. . .. a little more forceful this time.“UNH!” She said. “What?”“Woman, go close the flaps,” I commanded. “It’s going to rain.”She staggered up and headed for the door.I heard the two poles slide across the cover and neighbors asking.“What’s going on?”“HE says it’s going to rain.”A flurry of activity ... more flaps closing. A few thuds of rock on wood as anchor rope pegs were tightened. The village was preparing for a storm.Stamping and hooves running together in the distance.The door skin slid. “Lexie wants to stop and see you but she’s not sure how you will feel.”, Jen sighed. “If she wants to visit that is fine with me.”, I replied. That seemed to be the answer Jennifer Thomas was looking for. She changed the subject from Lexie to what had happened the night I was attacked. Since I had very few details it was a short conversation. About fifteen minutes after that she left promising she would return. I fell asleep shortly thereafter and slept on and off depending on when the nurse. ”She started, then giggled, and after that I’d get an occasional earful over my shortcomings. I gave as good as I got, but it was never said in anger (well, not real anger) and we always talked it out later. We’d learned a lot from our counselor.I was really reticent to go at first, but Chelsea talked us into it, saying the woman was at the top of her field. We had to an individual session first before we went together.I liked the counselor, a woman close to fifty who had been practicing for.