Eventually she had enough. I'm amazed that she is still my friend, but she isstrong, and understanding. Not many others were." She looked a littlerefl...ctive, perhaps morose. I took her hand in mine."You are very different." She said, squeezing my hand. "Everything I askedyou to become, was you anyway. It was so strange, as though you reallythought you were someone else, and never even thought about the real youuntil I took you to look at yourself. There was no tenseness, just anacceptance of. She nodded her up in approval, but I could see something was on her mind, so I asked her what was up.“Everything cool with you and Jason?” I asked.“Yes, I guess. Can I ask you something woman to woman that's a little personal?” Samantha asked.I could see something was up, was she thinking of breaking up or separating?“Sure, what's on your mind?” I asked.She cracked a small smile then, maybe it wasn't as bad as I thought, although it seemed to be an embarrassed smile.“Last week I was flipping. Ali ne ek dim muze samza ya ki yaar agar mom ko sex nahi milta hai dad se to wo mentaly pagal ho jayegi , tab mai dar gaya , fir ek din mai hall me tv dekh raha tha dad so gaye the ali bhi aya late tab mom ayi mai tha samne to wo baat nahi kar paye to maine kaha muze tv dekhna hai aap dono mere room me so jao mai haal me so jaunga . Tab wo bade khush hue aur mom ne muze gn kahke chale gaye , tabse wo dono muze puchte bhi nahi mere room me ghus jate hai aur muze hall me sona padta hai, ek din. ‘Weird. Relieved, mostly, I guess.’ ‘Me too. It was an overwhelming experience. Almost too much for me.’ ‘I can imagine. Especially after they got you so often in the beginning.’ ‘That was pretty horrible indeed.’ ‘It took me quite some effort to come to terms with it all,’ Ashley said, looking at the wall. ‘I had to disconnect myself from my body. I had to tell myself all the time, don’t let them play with your mind. Don’t let them play with your mind. They only care about your body. And when.