Keeping the patient constantlyhumiliated offered more success.That could be achieved in many ways, the site recommended, if there weretwo ways to do s...mething, always consider the one that would humiliatethe "patient" more.The choice of clothing. Dresses or skirts that were more feminine. Theyfound that with test cases, some patients had been clothed in drabdresses, some in more of a sissy dress and surprisingly enough the"patients" in the more girly dresses took much more care in being. Ever. This kinda thing doesn’t happen to us in real-life. Fuck Julia Roberts and Richard Gere and all that jazz. Pretty Woman doesn’t happen to us for real. Period. And if it does, it happens to fucking white girls. Gringas. It never happens to a Nicaraguan refugee.”“I can’t promise you a Hollywood ending, Consuela, but I can promise you that your life will be a helluva lot easier and less stressful in every materialistic sense of those terms. I can promise you that your pretty ass won’t be on. Cal told me the good news and I threw myself at him nearly knocking him over I was so excited. I kissed him deeply and with tears in my eyes. I told him he could move in with me while we looked for a bigger place. My apartment was a little one bedroom studio. I went back to my hotel to pack up my things to move in with Nora. This was to be the start of a new life for both of us and it all looked so wonderful. I had never dreamed that I would find another woman to replace my wife who had died. Then I remembered—my coat was still in Sandy's car.While she and I had carpooled to the post-game party on Wednesday, I'd let Steve take me home. We'd spent several delightful minutes kissing goodnight, but concerns about work the next day had discouraged anything more. He told me to be at his place at seven, to dress sexy, and to bring an overnight bag if I wanted. When my smile betrayed what I thought of that last offer, Steve just kissed me again and reminded me about owing him six.