But, I mean ... I deserve a life as well. And I planned on coming back for dinner at least once a week, and had tried to spend more time with her befo...e I left (at least, before she turned into the controlling mother from hell).So the moment I learned Dr. Williamson’s specialty, I was pretty worried about what he was doing to my mother.My fears must have manifested on my face, because he looked at me, a small smile on his face.“You’re worried,” he said, and I barely refrained from snapping. By the time I was twenty I had tried everything I could think of, andnothing had worked. I was right at the point my desperation consumed myevery waking moment.So I went to the address mentioned.And hoped.I was met at the reception desk by a pretty girl that I wished I could beattracted to, and after a long wait, I was ushered into a small officewhere a man took my information.The questions were personal, intense, and intrusive, but after an hour,the man said to me, "You will make a good. In less than half a block he passed the first bookstore. Its front window filled with black leather, straps attached to mannequins wearing sexy, short orange nighties.But, Art did not stop there. He continued on down Flamingo, passing more nudie bars and X-Rated Movie Houses. He finally turned a corner and was in front of the shop he was looking for. The small neon sign over the door said “The Nugget—Live Sex Girls In The Round.” It glowed red in the dark late October Vegas sky. Art climbed the. When theybroke the embrace I could see Jenny was flushed with excitement. Gus'sstare was enough to prove he knew who the alpha male was."IKE! Get out here, you got business," he shouted over his shoulder. Anold man shambled out."This may take a while why don't you folks go freshen up at the bar roundthe corner. Two blocks down on the left." Sure" I said and quickly turned my back on Gus not wanting him to see myhumiliation. I started walking and Jenny quickly caught me up. I had nointension of.