Well she had admitted she had a problem. But obviously it wasn’t helping because she was laying there thinking how she’d like to strangle this woman. She hated how she looked at her with that “you poor baby” look. She didn’t want anyone feeling sorry for her. She wanted help. She tried telling people how dangerous she was but noone seemed to take her seriously. She’d been able to hold herself back for years, but day by day she felt that hold on herself loosen, and she wondered how long before she no longer had control. Sometimes she grew so tired of fighting that she fantasized in her head about letting go. Like now. She wondered if this woman would feel so sorry for her if she took a knife to that pretty little face. Would that look in her eyes change? Her thoughts were interrupted when the woman spoke again. “Mindy, how would you like to join me for dinner”, she asked. Surprised but amused, Mindy nodded her head in agreement. Only because she was bored and hungry. But she wondered if it would be a mistake.