Oh, I am sorry, let me introduce myself. I am Sophie Price. You may call me Miss Price or Sophie, whichever you are more comfortable with. Hopefully, ... am going to be your hypnotherapist Abi, and help you sort out your problems; put all the nasty things that have happened to you where they belong – in the past and no longer important in your life.” She extended her hand which Abi took and shook, feeling an electric shock course through her body as their hands clasped together.The greeting over,. I know. I wrote the story. When I thought it couldnt get any worse, it did. Bear, get off my leg dang it! I yelled. Bear is the name of my German shepherd. Dont be fooled though. He is just a push over, the gentlest dog you could ever ask for, except that he has been humping my leg lately. My two teenage boys tell me its because Im the only female in the household. Maybe so. But I may have to take some of the blame. I have on occasion encouraged it a bit, stroking Bear a little down there where. Second stop, a clothing store to get a nice pair of pants and a shirt. Grabbing the keys, he headed out of the house. John was outside so he waved to him.The haircut didn’t require much time. The barber kept trying to get Ed to talk, but Ed just sat there thinking about his upcoming date. Finally, the barber asked, “So, what are you doing in here a week early?”Ed answered, “I have a date tomorrow, and I want to look nice.”A few of the other men in the shop just looked at each other. Stories had. “Yes, mom. How about yourself?” I responded.“Oh, I slept very well!” she replied while laughing nervously.“I think being confined is driving me somewhat crazy. I’m sorry for what happened yesterday,” I willingly confided.“Don’t worry, son. You’re grown up now. We can talk about those things,” she said reassuringly.“Okay thanks, mom. I still feel very bad though. I’m afraid what happened will prevent us from having a healthy relationship moving forward,” I explained.“Don’t be silly, John. For.