I think it will help your therapy immensely."Vanessa sat up, a look of fear in her eyes. "Is it going to hurt?" No, in fact you won't remember anythin.... Can you relax your body?"She was nervous, but her parents were forcing her to see Dr. Michael. He was rather handsome, in an older man sort of way. And very smart. Maybe he could help her. "Yes."Dr. Michael put a bright, chrome metronome in front of her, the large hand moving back and forth, the gentle click of the metronome filling the air. He. We also get that "What's wrong with you?" "discussion" that is really aspeech, resulting in being coerced into playing football and learning howto fight because dad wants to "make a man" out of us or mom makes uslearn how to cook, sew, clean house and other feminine things so we willbecome good housewives. Sometimes trying to fit in, we do it toourselves, usually without success. But that doesn't mean we can fightour way out of a paper bag or boil water without burning it.Then our bodies. " What?"He sounded mad. I didn't know if it was from the accusation or the factthat I was going to stand up to him."You heard me bonehead. When we get in there I'm going to tell everyonethat you tried to take advantage of me." Nobody would believe that." But he didn't sound confident and I keptpressing. There were only seconds left, but if I could confuse him enoughthat he let go of my arm I might make it to the vat in time."Right, but they would believe that the smartest kid in school is up. . it’s just the rocks ... in the Seventh ... Post ... Either way ... We must work!”He tried to be a role model for the inactive Zax and the impassive Nulivs, as well all those others Ercas Mir’s survivors in tunnel No .9.“Will I get something to eat if I’d work?” Nulivs inquired, tilting her head to make eye contact with Vimov.TING!“I’ll get ... You food”. Vimov reassured.TING!Without saying a word, Nulivs picked up her pickaxe and began to mine.“Old man ... I felt your body when I help you ....