And kids? No kids. Ruin her figure, cost too much money, couldn't afford them. Yadda yadda. Sex? On rare occasion.I could get over a lot of stuff, but...that was the problem. This wasn't a lot of stuff. It was a whole shitload of stuff, all corresponding to a total lack of consideration and respect for me, my desires, my wishes, and me in general. A little of that? No problem. We can work through that. I talked to her about it, and she kept hen pecking me. Oh, and she wanted me to stop selling at. I've tasted you, remember?"I care about you a great deal. I'm sure that Dan will, too, given time. He doesn't know you half as well as I do, but he will. Anyway, as I said, there's no rush. You can be the 'other woman' for as long as you wish, whatever the consequences. We're sisters now. Hell, if he knocks you up, I'll be cool with it. We're already family and that would give us a blood bond."Same goes for the rest of you girls. He can be the donor, if you want a child. I know that you ladies. He smelled strongly of alcohol.“Nothing new,” he said, putting down the glass. “I lost a patient on a solo surgery.”My heart caught in my throat. His patients were all children. A child had died. It was devastatingly tragic news that I almost wished he hadn’t shared with me.“That’s awful,” I said, unsure of what to do or say. “I’m so sorry.”He glanced at me, and I had to look away. I’d never witnessed a man this vulnerable before.“Do you want to talk about it?” I asked gently.“Physician-patient. Suppose he said some things that are fairly reasonable, but not entirely correct. What would you think of him?”“I’d know that he doesn’t know as much as me,” Sally answered.Gary said, “There are some who have studied parasites and know as much as you. Would you recognize that?”“It wouldn’t take much time to figure out how much they know. We wouldn’t argue, but we would discuss materials of mutual interest,” Sally said.Gary asked, “Exactly. Then there are a few who know it all. They’ve written.