She then said to me, “Tori, something happed to you and I am your mother and I only want to help you. You’re not going to get into trouble for so...ething you didn’t do wrong and your father and I are going to need you to be honest with us or we can’t help you. They think you were sexually assaulted were you?” I just looked at the floorboard sniffling. She then started again softly, “Tori we love you and we are here for you and I hope you can talk to me when you’re ready. Please don’t try to. She would only eat when I forced her to take the food. She would sleep twelve hours at a time if I allowed it.Dianne was getting frantic and more hostile each day.I called Larry and asked him to come to my home and help if he could. Larry had worked in a lock-down facility for the emotionally and mentally disturbed and was my best hope.He arrived and studied Dawn then tried unsuccessfully to engage her in a conversation.He asked me to speak privately with him, as I exited the room Dianne was. I knew exactly what I was going to put on and yet decided that I would ponder two possibilities and ask her opinion, standing all the while in my blue lace underwear, watching how long her eyes were going to linger on my chest. And what of my jeans. Should I dare slip them off before putting a top on? I stood there thinking to myself. What is going on? This isn’t a bloke. A little sexy teasing is one thing but I should NOT be getting a thrill out of this. But as I considered this oddly. Hmm…. imagine that, it would be like asmall doormat coming to life; taking off to see theworld! she thought. Now to get it closed…It was then that she realized that she could not quitefigure out exactly where any of her appendages was inthis folded up mass of G. And not keeping track oftime while she was turning herself into a rubbery packof papers, the postman might be arriving any second. And she was behind a locked door! No, I’ve got torelax; the solution will come to me..