‘The judge heard me and gave me a choice, go to treatment or go to prison. Shit, I might be crazy, but I ain’t stupid!’ Robin went on. ‘So I w...nt to treatment.’ She smiled and blew her own nose. ‘If ever there was any doubt that I’m meant to be here, meant to be standing in this room, telling my story, I have proof positive that God wants me to be here today,’ she went on. ‘They admitted me to the treatment facility, did all the paperwork, then gave me a room. They shot me full of something to. The G-Spot. Further, I believe the mistake most of the researchers made was examining females who weren’t in a sexually aroused state.”The female board member on the far left took off her glasses and stared at me hard, “That’s a fascinating hypothesis, but how do you propose to support it with facts?”“I ... I’m not sure ... yet.”One of the male board members spoke up, “I’m not convinced, but I am intrigued. If you can validate your hypothesis with empirical evidence, you can single handedly. I wanted to do the right thing for Carolyn, Dorothy and my friends. I felt some responsibility to help the families of Dallas and Eddie, and the other men of my squad and platoon, who didn't come back, as well as the men of my platoon and company who didn't come back in one piece. I felt a responsibility to the St. Joe employees to be a good employer and to Grandmother Joseph to be a good steward of St. Joe's woodlands. I wasn't confident I could handle the responsibility.Grandfather was most. Alsover’s bedroom began to emit a soft series of chirps. Quickly, Timothy covered her up with the blanket and stepped across the coffee table to sit down in her reading chair."Oh dear, did I doze off again?", said Ms. Alsover as she awoke with a yawn. Timothy mumbled that it was no big deal, and went to the bedroom to silence the alarm. Ms. Alsover stretched. Her back was feeling much better now, but she felt a strange tingling sensation from her private parts. With a quick glance to the door,.