I remember wondering when I was young why women spent so muchtime at their salons. Were they trying to make themselves look pretty formen? Or were the... trying to find a place to get away from men? I stillhaven't decided if all of our beautifying is for us or if it is to makeourselves attractive to our 'alpha males'. No matter what I truly enjoyedevery moment that I spent at my salon."Oh my God, Lisa, I love your blouse," Wendy said when she saw me comingwith Lindsey. "Where did you get it? It. He relished in the retribution, taking his name from the mind of the Irish professor he inhabited.Toutatis had been a god, a protector of women... Now the Irishman only functioned as a vessel, leaving only the brain stem intact as he spoke to the writhing mass buried in the basement of the brothel.This place was senseless. The female minds are nearly shattered.He had named the collection of consciousness Lugh, a Celtic god of salvation.“They are capable of such cruelty. But we can heal them,”. “You’re beautiful Jackie,” I whispered “I don’t think I could ever get enough of you.” “Mara, I never knew I could feel like this,” her body covered in goosebumps. I smiled “Well you haven’t felt nothing yet,” as I finished my sentence I stuck her toe in my mouth, she laughed and tried to pull her foot away. I pulled her back and she struggled for a little bit, we laughed and looked into each other’s eyes, we kissed again, everything just felt so. . maybe not just yet. I think I want to help you find a place where you can be yourself.”“Jake, we haven’t really talked much about it, neither of us wanted to bring it up” I said, cringing a bit. “Look, I don’t want you to, I don’t know, feel guilty or do this out of a sense of, um, obligation.”He shook his head. “I’m not, Jack. Yes, I felt guilty because I didn’t see what my son had become. Yes, I felt like I had an obligation, but I have fulfilled that, making sure you were safe and cared.