“Come, boy, you can be honest with me. That’s not really why you’re here, is it?”“Of course it is. You’ve got to understand, it’s not ea...y, being as well-endowed as I am.”“Oh, I onderstand. Have a look.”Without hesitation, Mr. Foster stood up, crossed to Duncan’s side of the desk, and undid his trousers. Duncan wanted to be horrified, but a quick mental tweak ensured he just stared politely as the guidance counsellor exposed himself.“Oh,” he said simply, as the demon’s larger-than-average. .. because she carried the same wounds I had. I couldn't ignore that no matter how much I wanted to.''Also correct. Then, because you couldn't ignore her, you had to deal with her where she was. To do that, you did the one thing that you knew had reached you. You beamed her your unanticipated, unconditional love and it worked in the same manner Mike's worked on you. The wounds you carry will never fully go away and because of that you will always recognize those same wounds in others. It's one. I want to thank you for the other day."The elevator opened inviting them, and the 10 other people, inside. She didn't say or do anything but smiled as they were pushed to the back.She got off at floor 2 and he continued upwards to the 16th floor as usual. He walked into the office and sat down at his desk and like clockwork, Arnie came over."Where were you yesterday?" he asked."I was sick."He had the look that someone gives you when they know you're full of shit but didn't say anything. She must be someone who's very rich, or a daughter of the boss of some notorious mob, I figured."When will I get to go home?" I ask politely."Not for a very ... long .... time." she replied very slowly. "You'll do better to forget about anything related to home. Nobody is gonna miss you. My servants have arranged several cover-up stories for your disappearance. And besides, you didn't really like your job anyways, did you John?This started to look more like in the movies every second. A crazy.