Klaus, can we move to somewhere that is more comfortable. These chairs really suck to sit in,” I say to him.He leads us to another much more lavish ...ffice. I see the nameplate on the door that it belongs to Mr. Rollo.We go in and sit down. BJ tries to excuse herself to go back out front to wait for another customer.“Oh no BJ, you get to stay in here with us. You’re our sales person you get to reap the rewards of selling us not one but TWO cars,” I say to her in front of Mr. Rollo.He nods. It had been a pretty typical day at the craft store where I work – not too busy and not too slow – and I was looking forward to going home. I called my mom before I left and asked her what she’d like me to make for her and made a list of things to get from the store. When I got back I started supper and we talked a little bit about how our days were, and we watched a little TV, then I went to bed. Pretty much just like any other day. I’ve lived with my mom ever since she had her accident ten. Just when I think I've got some kind of grip on the whole thing, you spring this on me. Tell me this? Do you and Allison consider this an escalation?" Escalation is a term we only use when it appears that I can suddenly do something new. Like the first time I bridged another person by accident, or when I started randomly bridging people I would meet, even the dream about the little girl in the closet. This time it doesn't appear to be something I've done. This time it seems I'm being moved by. It's not." It's what you told me. I remember you practically crying your heart out about it. You told me everything, and the timeline wasn't hard to put together after that. She got you to thinking you were a slut." I am. Look at all the guys I've screwed." And that makes you a slut?" She tilted her head and cocked her eyebrow. "A slut, if I recall right, likes sex. Nice girls aren't supposed to, which is probably news to every woman. And you like sex, we both know that." Well..." Well,.