Layla quickly made up an excuse to leave to find her, right now she needed a friend. She stood in front of the mirror months later, tears in her eyes ...n her wedding day and her heart lay in her chest, broken. Layla, looking radiant in her gown of white and the lace of her veil as it framed her hair and face. Elizabeth walked up behind her, putting her hands on Layla’s shoulders, she was clad in shimmering silver satin with an elegant upsweep of her hair. ‘If it’s any consolation you look. The cruisers we drive couldn't keep up with that little car."He really did sound apologetic. And embarrassed."Oh, I see."I thanked him and rang off.I confronted Nicole with this conversation. Her blasé attitude about it bothered me."But Nicole, they can take away your driver's license if you get caught!" License? What license? I don't have a license! I don't need to take a stinking driver's test. I KNOW how to drive!"She was emphatic. I was shocked, even though, by now, I shouldn't have been.. I strolled briskly down our street feeling foolish hoping none of my mates would see me with a large cumbersome empty suitcase which would bounce off my legs every now and then.Around the corner at the bottom,quickly I jogged across the open green area to the neutral safety at the other side and turning into Mr Guy's street I was comforted thinking that none of my mates would definitely see me now. It was quite a long street which would take me about five minutes to reach Mr Guy's home. The. Demale welcomed me back to her inner officeand said, "Last time, we talked about your dysfunctional relationshipswith women and your general personal history. Today, I'd like to make adetailed diagnostic assessment of your mental state. We can begin withsome simple tests that can give insight into your authentic self. Theresults will provide a rough guide that will inform the direction of oursessions together. Shall we begin?"For the next hour, Ms. Demale put me through several series.