/Jane/
I looked at him as if he were crazy. What the hell is going on with this kid knowing so much about me? Oh my God, is it possible that my treatment CDs are still in my file somewhere? Is it possible that that jerk of a therapist has violated my confidentiality?
"Have you been listening to my treatment tapes?" Isnapped violently, yanking myself away from his grasping arms.
Then he smiled and took my hands in his, drawing me closer to him once again. "No, Jane. Not at all. "Most of the time, you're actually fairly simple to figure out," he said, softly massaging my hands. The tension in my muscles eased as I rolled my eyes at his remark. In order to avoid the bar closing, you must now shut up and dance with me. He drew me closer to him once again, and I laughed and smiled because,
