As my ramjet rocketed southward to Qataban, I was in an aisle seat with Dodi at my side. She kept her face pressed against the window. A small display...at the front of the passenger cabin was showing our current speed at 4,035 kph. The weather was clear and calm, and the scenery below was changing far too quickly to ever be boring.Dodi had given me a formally correct bow when I had given her permission to remove her burqa veil during the flight, and after removing it a brief smile of genuine. Aside from those, the chairs weren’t even stacked against the walls. Being in a Methodist church, the reception was dry. She got to meet David’s sister, brother-in-law, and nephew.“Unca Dave,” the nephew greeted him. Somebody didn’t call him ‘David.’ The nephew expected to be picked up, and David -- despite the occasion and his tux -- clearly expected the same thing.Holding him, he said, “Jen, meet Stephen. Stephen say hello to your new aunt.”“Hello,” said Stephen.“Hello, Stephen,” she said.. So dim, in fact that they routinely jerk your license to practice and often submit your name to the local District Attorney for possible prosecution, depending on the age of the patient and the circumstances involved. You cant even date a patient or their family members. Then there are the likely civil suits from spouse or kids who might feel alienated by my actions. There are way too many scum-sucking lawyers out there just waiting for such an opportunity. Not only that, but all the sordid. ” I asked.She made a face and made a shushing finger move to her lips. “You never had a fake ID?” She asked and I just shook my head.We struck up more conversation and by the time her bus was due she had missed it again, as we got more and more involved, comparing life notes. I ordered a coffee and told her I would bring her home.Once in the car she asked about where I lived and what my situation was. Once she knew I lived alone she asked why didn’t we stop at my place for a drink.“Are you.