Fix it!" Isn't this Flintkote fellow out of the chamber yet?" asked the Voice."Another week to go," said the Unit."It's been 14 days," said the Voice....You do what you gotta do," said the Unit. "I'll be frank ... it's looking good." Well, Frank. Keep up the good work," said the Voice."Who is Frank?" asked Elizabeth."The restoration unit," said the Voice."I am not!" said the Unit."But you said..." explained the Voice."You're an idiot," said the Unit. "My name is Samuel ... you can call me. After a long silence my Aunt made another attempt to start again. “There was a smaller aircraft that somehow………” She went silent again and my mind was starting to put the puzzle together that the dreaded news was not about my Grandmother but my Mother. My Aunt said something about a smaller aircraft being on the wrong runway and there was a collision with my mother’s flight and it didn’t look like there were any survivors……. I felt my ears go hot. My head began throbbing and I. Her sensesare totally reeling and as he senses this slowly leads herdeeper into the room. She can sense that it is dark in theroom, even though she is blindfolded and while she is only guessing, she believesthere to be candles everywhere... the atmosphere simplyfeels that way. And there is more somehow too that I cannotquite put her finger on, something about shadows but sheis distracted from her thinking as he stops her progressionand unbinds her wrists. Gently he rubs her shoulders anddown. But alas, that was not to be, because his wife could not agree with him. She wanted her lovec***d with him. It was during this journey that he chanced upon a cuckold story. It just hit all his nerves. The fact that he could not father a c***d, compounded with his insecurities as a c***d and as a man just turned him over. It was the antithesis of everything he believed in. It would upset the natural order and yet it was like a d**g to him. A d**g that he couldn’t stop taking.His thoughts.