It was a blue building, nothing special, and I rang the buzzer with my stomach in my throat. I wanted to bolt and run. I fought to stand there and sta....The man who answered the door looked almost but not totally completely unlike what I expected. In my head I'd held pictures of shrinks from films, but this man was perfectly normal. He was in his mid-thirties, he had brown hair and a crooked nose. He looked normal. His smile was soft, as soft as Alec."Hi," I fingered the card in my hands, the. "She nodded, closing her eyes as if pained. "You have no idea how wrong you are." He frowned. "I would if you just talked to me."The look she shot him could silence the devil himself. "And why should I? You haven't been the portrait of honesty Potter." Perhaps if you would just listen you would find out."She did not answer. Instead, she tilted her face towards the sky, allowing the rain to pour over her more freely. Her hair fell away from her shoulders, revealing her long neck. She remained. ‘She’s been with me through every rough patch in my life!’ I started playing a soft melody and Dom whistled sitting up. ‘Can you sing?’ she was interested. I shrugged and continued to strum and she leaned toward me to try and get my attention. ‘What to sing something, try it out?’ she requested and I shook my head slowly feeling the blood rush to my face. ‘Stage fright,’ I admitted and she rolled over turning her back to me. ‘Pretend I’m not here,’ she called to me over her shoulder. I closed. Back at the room, she tells me about dancing and how to make money from men easily. She assures me that the way she is demonstrating dancing is really easy and she can do it all night and men throw money at dancers doing it. She shows me some lap dance techniques -- on the floor and not on me!!? I'm quiet. I smile. And I'm passive and patient. Kind of weird. But the tension is growing. Would I like to see the clothes she bought? Absolutely! She goes in the other room to change and comes out in.