You can tell anything to your psychiatrist...
When the new man of the house, Brad, pulled me into his office to talk, I knew it couldn't be anything good. How was I supposed to know that he had a video camera in there, and that he had caught me giving myself an hour-long "therapy" session, all while screaming his name? When I confessed my feelings, however, he promised to take care of me, even if I was a little brat...
Amazon won't let me tell you any more about their mutual therapy session. You'll have to click "Look Inside" to read more!