What was all that talk last night about making a baby?”Maria giggled and answered, “A bit of fantasy on my part, but it sure got your motor runnin....”“It sure did. You know, it’s funny, because of my own childhood experience kids were never that important to me before. Even the fact I probably have a daughter out there somewhere has never affected me the way last night did.”Sensing his mood his new bride asked, “Does that bother you?”“I guess it does, at least somewhat. I know I’ve a. And everything went fine.”We chatted a bit and I told her I was making progress on the storyline I had worked out. I told her some of my ideas until I got to school and went to our classes. The rest of the day went on as usual, but when I got to my last class I took a seat next to Keith.We chatted about the campaign I was working on, and I dropped hints it would involve a city adventure when the class started. We then sat through the class and when the final bell rang for the day we headed out. They had both been raised in fairly liberal families. As I thought back on it later, I realized that that had a lot to do, with what occurred subsequently. She told me, that my problem was probably due to my not understanding what it was that women wanted, and how they think, about what their men do. We talked a long time that night, and when we were finished, I was beginning to understand some of the things I had done, that had turned those girls against me.These talks went on for a couple of. Hypnotism, art and sex. Mind-control. Mind-control. Holy fuck, holy fucking shit! Mind-control!"Ruben... Oh God, Ruben!" What? What?" Ruben, none of that could be real, could it?" Hypnotism, you mean? I don't know. I'm an art curator, not a therapist. Why?"It couldn't be true, it couldn't be true! But the wheels were turning, wheels that had been stuck in a sex-obsessed mode ever since... Oh fuck. Fuck fuck fuck! Ever since she'd begun the drawing class. Led by a teacher who sold works at a.