I have two pages to read.’ Scott had just resumed writing when Gwen phoned. ‘Hi, I’m having a lovely time. Scott, I’m going to ask you somethi...g and I don’t want it to upset you. If you say no then that’s fine.’ ‘Is Charlie moving in?’ ‘What?’ ‘Are you telling me you want Charlie to move in with you?’ ‘Yes, oh how could you guess that?’ ‘Charlie asked me two weeks ago would I mind if he got serious with you. I said go ahead.’ Gwen gurgled in delight and Scott said it was no big deal. Although. "Well, it would be interesting to hear Emperor Duric Z'garon's thoughts on that," Rennis said with a slight acid tone to his voice."I said I do not know," Tarras declared. "You see, Rennis? This is what I am talking about. There are no simple answers. From your tone, you fear I am about to reopen the debate of Republicanism versus Monarchism. My point is even that argument may be moot. It is too simplistic a dichotomy. It is too black and white. Do you understand now?"Rennis uttered a sigh.. ‘Do you have a name?’ Doris asked abruptly, trying to change the topic. She noticed as she spoke that they were nearing their exit for the mall and she started to switch lanes. Some jack ass yakking away on his cell phone almost hit them and she honked the horn and flipped him the bird. There was a quick tingle in Doris’s mind followed by a quick laugh from Genie. ‘No, no I don’t have a name. Names are privileges granted to Genies by their masters,’ she responded. ‘Well, I can’t keep calling. .." I was now behind two locked doors in an empty building with a complete stranger. He saw the panic. "Obviously, we're not here for a typical counseling session... in fact I know that what I'm about to do is illegal and unethical... but I really don't care..." Again he smiled. He leaned on the edge of his desk, less than an arm's length away from me. "I'm sure you've heard the old cliche that most psychologists and psychotherapists are originally drawn to the field by some problem of their.