Janet suggests another form of therapy

"Alright then." Janet said coldly as she crossed her arms over her chest as she looked Lauren in the eye, "If you want to act like a little brat and insult me for the crime of merely trying to do my job and help you get over your delusions, especially after my car just got stolen, then I don't think exposure therapy is going to be the right way to go about it."

"What are you babbling about now, you lunatic?" Lauren asked, partly in anger and partly in confusion.

"I'm going to have to bring it up and discuss it with Dr. Feldman later," Janet said as she removed the plastic tray from the highchair and helped Lauren out, "but I think that, instead of exposure therapy, these delusions of yours might be cured with regression therapy."

Before Lauren could even question what Janet was talking about, the other woman sat back down in her chair before pulling Lauren over her milk covered lap. The little woman squirmed around for a bit as Janet tightened her grip on her. She looked around to see the other patrons of the restaurant either staring at them or muttering to themselves after seeing the "tantrum" that they saw Lauren had apparently thrown.

Lauren was about to argue back with these people when she saw Janet look down at her sternly, her hand raised in the air. Lauren's face drained of all color as her brain finally connected the dots, her stomach dropping as her legs became jello.

No. No, Janet wasn't going to...

She wasn't actually going to...

Not to Lauren, the twenty-year-old debutant! Not in a public setting like this!

However, once Janet's hand came swinging back down, Lauren's eyes widened in horror as her fears were soon confirmed...