Maybe I was wrong and had jumped to ridiculous conclusions. I was now at the motel for no reason and would have to walk all the way back home.I leaned...against the wall and took a deep breath, as I thought how dumb and silly I had been recently. My mom was probably just with her friends and I was here thinking about all this other stuff. I shook my head and headed out the parking lot to walk back home. I had just exited the parking lot when I heard a car drive in from the other end. I turned to. "In Andrew's mind I was sitting up in the chair again, blood streaming down my face. He glanced at Allison again and in the daydream she was suddenly bent over the table with her hands behind her and her pants around her ankles as he raped her in front of me. It was getting really hard to concentrate on my answer."Jamie, please? I need to focus here." The vision faded and I continued my answer to Charles, "It was obvious she was upset, Detective, but I'm no crisis counselor. You said she was a. "There you go again," she scolded, wrapping me up in a fluffy pink towel. "Being a crybaby and blaming someone else for your problems. I told you it would help get you warm and that's exactly what it did. And there's nothing to cry about," she informed while gently patting me dry. "I'm sure it will all grow back long before you get around to finding a girlfriend to impress with your manly body hair. Isn't that right?"I only sobbed in response to her tirade. It was true that I had not had a date. She returned a few minutes later pushing in a small cart with somemechanical stuff on it.Mistress said I needed to remain very still for this part and placed along scarf over my eyes and tied it around the back of the headresteffectively immobilizing my face. I felt my lips being wiped clean (Iguess). Then I heard a buzzing from the machine on the cart and suddenlyfelt small needle pricks on my upper lip. Dam, she must be doing botox orsomething to prettify them. Mistress said they would look.