My first two weeks in Thailand came with many challenges. To start with, the heat was brutal, Excluding the northern regions, the whole nation is scor...hing all year long. And it was plain to see that the people had carved their little civilization out of swampy jungle. In every direction, for as far as one could drive on a tank of gas, the most common sight is a flooded rice field with a couple of dark-skinned men working in rolled-up pants and basket hats. Those tourists who accuse Thais of. “Eric, what’s going on?”“It’s silly and only funny for that reason. Tommy and I drove up together. He said that I could have saved gas by meeting you at the church. I told him, ‘No way.’ I then asked if he wanted to save gas and he answered no. It just got funnier and funnier.”She looked at me though I was perhaps stranger than most men as I drove us to the church. I added, “You had to be there. It was male humor.”I pulled into a parking spot and turned off the engine. “I love you,. This is my vagina, or I call it my... pussy. Never the C word, I don't like that. (Bill was watching me, first my eyes, then my hands, back and forth.) Then the natural lubrication begins to work. My body thinks I am going to have intercourse so it provides lots of slippery-ness. It makes my pants wet. Bill, YOU make my pants wet. (He was still staring but now rubbing his hands up and down the fronts of his thighs and rocking a little, back and forth). With the blood rushing to that area I am. I should have been the one with all the attention. I should have been the one to receive the care from my parents.This is what caused my emotional breakdown that allowed me to spend many hours trapped in a secluded room with a therapist. What a laugh therapists are. They claimed that they are here to help you, but they aren't. All they care about is receiving a payment at the end of each session. None of them ever helped me out. If only they had known what I planned to do.If only they had.