I found myself sitting on a bed next to a young woman with a dark complexion who was wearing just underwear. Despite her skimpy attire, I felt no sexual attraction to her, although she was gorgeous and she had the most beautiful brown feet.

She said, “Sammy, I think you need my help, and I’m here for you.”

I said, “No, really everything’s fine. I’m okay, really.”

While I was saying that, I suddenly realized I was drunk and confused. I didn’t think I’d been drinking, but apparently I had been.

I said to her, “I think I’m worried about something that I don’t understand. Can you help me?” She said, “Yes, I’ll help you. Get your flute and play your music for me and we’ll talk.”