I stumble in stuck in an atomic wedgie, struggling to remove the underwear from my head. I finally free myself and explain (and demonstrate) how this woman (not mentioning who exactly she is) gave me multiple atomic wedgies and wet willies for over an hour, taunting me the whole time. I also admit that my underwear smelled pretty bad. She even swiped my car keys, and had me walk miles home with my underwear over my head, reminding me, "don't forget to wipe" as I left. That was my last time seeing that therapist!