We have no way to fucking measure it or discern what exactly it’s doing or how in the fuck it’s doing it when it runs around inside you!”At this...point Harvy poured fresh tea for Skay and James sat down to enjoy a cup as he began to consider this problem. Jessy who was also somewhat interested sat down to discover what she could about the one piece they were missing from their cultivation. As she began to think about the problem, she asked a question to herself aloud. “I wonder what other. It didn't mean anything..."She was really quiet now and the tears were forming. I could hardly hear her say, "Just like every other guy...just want to get laid..."I went to her and before I could say anything, for the first time in her life, she slapped me across the face. She walked away. It sounds like a bad movie scene to tell it, but it was a horrible moment for me. I went ice cold.I gave her a little time and went to her room. She wouldn't let me in. The only thing she would say was, "Go. “This week we’re in Bradford, in Yorkshire, to meet a stunning young lady who makes a living by making men happy...”She pushes away from us into the pub, we follow.Inside we pan around the bar, it’s busy but not overflowing. We come to rest on an attractive barmaid. Dark haired, young looking, slim with a good figure – she looks pretty good despite wearing far too much make-up, it’s a fair bet that her skin isn’t great under there.She’s pulling a pint as she speaks in voice-over, with a hint of. "I don't know if this was they way Anita had rised our daughter, forcing her to think for herself, dare to see the problem, to vocalize it and find the solution herself, but if it was I was more than satisfied with the result."May I be frank?" Of course. We wouldn't have it any other way." Is she... Is Nina living here too?" Yes." Oh!" Sooo?" Nothing. Nothing, it's just fine. As a... what should I say, a wife?" Yes. And lover." Oh!" So if I was to live here as well..." Yes?" I would have to....