It read: "Call 555-4321."Anxiously, she dialed the numbers. The phone didn't even ring before a soft male voice answered: "Glad you called, Cassandra.... Who ... is this?" You can call me Dr. Smith for now. I'm a psychologist. Well, in the loosest sense. No psychological organization recognizes me after my many ethics violations. But my research in psychology is quite revolutionary." Did you do something to me?" Well, of course. You were carefully selected. I implanted a device in your brain.. "Please sit down," I said.It complied. The chair moved in a blur and it sat down."We'd like to refer to you as 'Chris'. It just makes it easier for usto give you a name."Chris was impassive. "Understood." We'd also prefer to have a bit of privacy when we're, uh, engaging insexual relations." Understood. I did, however, note a few errors made by Claire thatprevented you from completely enjoying the coital process."Well, that was a bit rude. But dammit, I had to ask. "What kind. On speech and prize days Mark’s parents would arrive at the school. His father proved to be a Colonel in the army, a tall handsome man, and his mother a stunningly beautiful woman, and immediately Jenny could see where Mark got his dark hair and bronze complexion from. His mother looked as if she was of Middle Eastern origin, and when Jenny was introduced to her she smiled and said, ‘You know, when Mark comes home during the vacations he talks about you constantly, I can see why now.’ Jenny got. "I put my cell number on the back in case something goes wrong with your leg in the meantime," she said. "Give me a call and I'll come help you out." Ok, I'll keep it in mind," I said. "Thanks for the concern." You're welcome," she said. "Be careful in the meantime." I will," I replied. "See you in a couple of weeks."I left the office and started walking down to the elevator when I heard someone walking quickly behind me."Do I have to ask you?" Bridgette asked, looking perturbed."Ask me what?".