At lunch the next day I sat down a little distance from my class mates. It wasn't long before she was there; today she was in tight Jeans and T-shirt ...ith a denim jacket over the top. I had a chance to confirm my earlier appraisal of her figure, dammed good legs with gentle curve to her bust. We chatted until I had to leave for my afternoon classes, but I did say, I'd wait for her and take her home.After a week of chatting in the restaurant and taking her home every night, I got around to. "I think too. It's ok, we make youhappy. We can un do."Those words brought the most intense sense of relief I had ever felt inmy life. "You can be man again, hell, we can make you better man, biggerman." I was starting to like the sound of this. "But..." she continued.Shit, I knew there was a but."Your body weak. Very sensitive. It must rest. You need one monthrecovery, then we make you what you want."My sense of relief vanished. One month? What about my job? My girlfriend?My life? What was I. He is standing ramrod straight and full of confidence. He is the same man, but somehow not. He brushes the dirt from his common clothes and strides out of the alley.The man walks up town with such a commanding presence that people get out of his way. He continues up town and stops at a ritzy apartment complex. He opens an apartment door.The door opens to find a beautiful brunette with long hair and toned legs sitting on the couch. The girl, Sharon, is wearing a slinky dress, silk stocking and. They loved to discuss great films and literature. They had the same taste in food and wine. They had a connection that went beyond that of boss and chauffeur. The years had seen them become good friends, and he would never leave her even if phony friends did. She often felt good and at the same time bad about the whole thing. She thought he was emotionally replacing her father, who didn’t much care for her. She knew an official relationship was impossible and even unthinkable. Max Brynner was.