... The office of Sandra Duran, LPC, was located in a relatively nondescript seven-story office building in Cary. Sandra herself was a thin fiftysomet...ing woman with several streaks of gray in her dark brown hair, her face framed by oversized red-rimmed glasses, and her kind eyes were a chocolate brown. My immediate impression was a quite positive one; she seemed very approachable and friendly.After the three of us were seated in her office, a brief silence ensued as I looked at both her and. I asked the driver to return for me in an hour and gave him a generous tip. Passing through the hotel lobby, I informed the front desk that I did not want to be disturbed. Keep moving, I repeated to myself. Keep moving. The tossled bed, echoes of passion mere hours distant, undid me and I collapsed in a heap on the floor of my room. I sobbed—great, racking sobs—until anger pushed its way to the surface. With the anger came the contents of my stomach, fortunately just a glass of wine and some. This guy then lit a beedi and started smoking with his cock still hanging out. I took his Beedi and started smoking.The 2 guys who were busy begging on the road saw me smoke and they came to me and again started talking cheap.They said ‘this Randi has no shame’. My top was still loose and bra out of place due to the previous session. I took a chance and told them about the deal their 3rs friend had with me.They got upset on their 3rd friend for making such a deal. They were not ready for any. Shortly, a dark-haired guy came up to the bar. They had waitress service, so I knew he was coming to talk to me. He stood by me and ordered a drink. With what seemed like a monumental effort, he turned to me. "Um, can I buy you a drink?" Rachel would have said, "I already have one," and looked at him scornfully. He would have slunk away, and Rachel would spend the rest of the evening scolding herself. "Thanks," smiled Roxanne, "I'd love another cosmo." He ordered the drink, and I drained the.