The tea was soon gone andthe cookies lay mostly untouched on the plates."Well, why don't you take the tray back, and we'll talk business,"Corrine said... but without a trace of a threat in her voice."You can take off your apron," she added.I took the tray back to the kitchen and hung my apron by the kitchendoor. I made my way back to the living room. As I was smoothing out myskirts again to sit down, Corrine suddenly grabbed me and toppled meover her knees."What are you doing?" I squealed, though. She thought these would be perfect for dancing and bumping around to some amazing live music. For under those she went with a nice sheer thong, can't have anyone seeing those lines, so tacky.After grabbing her stuff she headed for the door, "Bye daddy!" She called to her father who was somewhere in the house working on some project or another. Giving her dog Beethoven a quick pet as she went by stepped outside and saw Megan waiting in her car. "LETS GOOOO!" Megan yelled. Anna hopped in the. Short and straight pubic hairs, no scars from pins and surgery on my thigh and arm. I was perfect, nothing marring my body. Not even scars on my hands, which I knew I had accumulated from a lifetime of accidents. What in the hell was happening?I went into the living room and turned on the TV. As usual it was tuned to the news channel. And it was chaos! A bridge had collapsed, and it appears to have been melted. A video clip of a man bursting into flame and running away. A house in New Jersey. ”“Is that something you think about often? Worry about?”“No. I didn't mean to imply that. Believe me, I've seen people who come back and jump at every loud noise. Who rage out over the dumbest little things. I'm not like that. I don't have PTSD.”“Based on what you've told me so far, I think it's likely you don't have severe PTSD, but not all PTSD is severe. Even milder forms can adversely affect your life. And if I were to diagnose you with a mild or moderate form of PTSD, I would reiterate.