That's when I became an asshole, at least in the eyes of someone otherthan myself. And that's the first time I truly knew what it felt like toget dum...ed. In the real world, well, my breakups had been few and they'dall been mutual partings. I had different relationships as Steve than Idid as Rachel, for one.After that, I stopped caring so much. Rachel was an adult now, and shewas allowed to have a sex drive, dammit! So sexting, and exchangingnaughty pictures became a part of all my online. ”She kissed me again, and because I had nothing to say now, I just let her. I mean how to you respond to that? Sure, you know she’s still dreaming, but you can’t just shatter those dreams and call her silly. She was too young to be injured... shattered ... that way.I thought about it as she sat there and kissed me. I had no idea what to do. She finally stopped kissing me.“Your mother is going to kill me,” I said.“No she’s not.”“You don’t know how a parent feels about her baby,” I said.“Yes I. But the self-shaming of her body image prevented her from ever even attempting. Dr. Wilkinson let out a long sigh. Finally, he spoke, ‘April, what if I told you that since the moment you walked in this room, to this very point, I have deeply hypnotized you. Relaxed you to the point where we can provide solutions and you will be receptive to them.’ ‘Oh, certainly, that is not possible,’ gasped April. ‘You can believe what you want for now, but I will let you know that while you are in this frame. I saw her with anywhere from one to seven guys and if there was anything of a sexual nature that could be done, I watched Marie do it. And Marie taught me another valuable lesson that had nothing to do with sex - never let your beliefs get in the way! Marie was a racist! Blacks were 'niggers', Latinos were 'spics' and 'fucking wetbacks' and Orientals were 'fucking slopeheads', and they were all "worthless pieces of shit" until she got them in her bed. Then they were 'honey', 'sweetie', 'baby'.