There is no doubt whatsoever in her mind that she would never visit that place again no matter how tasty the food and the drinks. Still, the memory of...the waiter’s happy tool plying her folds with superior navigation skills would probably make her rue her decision and her lack of will power would cause her endless grief until she made that journey to the hidden room yet again.Sue’s husband surprised her by entering her bedroom later that evening and informing her he was in the mood for a “bit. They started taking the milk in but soon complained about it.Rajesh said – ‘This milk is tasteless and thick. I don’t like this milk much mom.’ Then Shreyas added – ‘Yeah mom, this milk is nothing when compared with the taste your milk has. Your milk is sweet and thin.’ I laughed at their complaints and said – ‘Don’t be over smart. Breast milk is not sweet’ and slapped his arms playfully.Shreyas made a shrill cry and was rubbing his arms. Rajesh was laughing at it. Then the rest of the day. And welcome home, uh...sorry, I can't tell your rank from here," he said.I smiled. "Private third-class. But my name is Jack." Ok, then welcome home, Jack." Good to be here, my friend. Thanks for the ride."I got out of the cab and grabbed my duffle bag. Still smiling, I walked up to the door and knocked. Almost instantly, a familiar face greeted me."Jacky!!" Hi, mom!"She threw the door back and hugged me hard. She held it for several minutes, but that's to be expected. When she let go, she. .. well, rudimentary. We could try to convince one another using rhetoric and evidence, but it often didn’t work, or it backfired. That changed with the invention of the first memetic weapons. By combining cutting edge understanding and the first artificial intelligence, humans were able to make ideas so effective that they were literally infectious.” He snapped his finger. “Look at one of them and they’d change how you think, what you think, even what you are.”Bea frowned, slightly. “That ....