She clearly loved her daughter and she seemed to have taken a proprietary interest in me; like a surrogate mom.I lived in a little bungalow. It was a ...achelor life, just me and my dog Buster. I got Buster from the Madison pound. He’s big and ugly and unconditionally loyal and loving. Somebody who still suffers from hyper-awareness and other PTSD symptoms needs the calming influence of a dog. So Buster would faithfully sit next to the reception desk, just to keep me centered. A big slobbery mutt. "No way," she repeated.Something occurred to her."Are you still male, you know, down there?" she asked motioning withher gaze toward my crotch."No," I wrote.She nodded once."I need to examine you and gather evidence for any possible future rapecharges. Are you comfortable with me examining you or do you wantsomeone else."I shrugged. I stood, bells tinkling from all over my body. I began tounfasten my narrow belt. As I stood, my full proportions were no longerpartially obscured by the table. Her. " I interrupted him. "Doctor, please spare me the speech. You said thatyou could help me by referring me to specialists you know. I think youowe me that much. I'll sign whatever waivers you need me to." Okay, okay," Dr. Roberts relented. "Can you come over to my officetomorrow morning, first thing. Say 8:30?"I hadn't been prepared for this. "Well, I guess I could. Yes, ofcourse."Over the phone I heard Dr. Roberts call out, "Hey, Tiff. I'm startingearly tomorrow with an urgent 8:30. We walked outside and Lisa said, "What are we going to do with your old car?"I said, "Follow me to the apartment. I'll leave it there and then we'll drive the new one around."She grinned. "You have to drive your old one."I smiled as I handed her the keys to the Chrysler. On the way, I received a call from Robert Jenkins. He said, "Al, I note that you have purchased a new car." Yes, sir. Lisa is following me to the apartment to drop my old one off there to keep Paul and Linda's house from.