I've found some of the exercises quite difficult and some of his comments haven't been exactly helpful. "Polish up the English or English up the Polis... as the case may be," was one of them. He likes puns.Two weeks ago he gave me another project. "You have terrible problems in writing believable characters," he said."Oh, don't pussy-foot around," I thought, "come right out and say it." If I said they are two dimensional I'd be suggesting that they possess a level of reality beyond anything that. I’m here to take you away from this.”Cat gurgles as she looks at Story with blank eyes.“She can’t understand you,” Reading supplies. “In fact you’ve just ruined any chance we have to keeping her alive.”“What do you mean?” she looks up with tear filled eyes.“There’s a process to get her off without too many long term effects, at least until you got her to your destination. The only other chance she has is the emergency procedures that can only be done here at the center, but now the whole place. I shook my head slowly, looking at the floor. “You’re absolutely sure, Tracy?” I asked her, “Because once this gets started, there’s little chance of turning back.” “Turning back from what?” Tracy challenged me. “If you try to stop it once it has started,” I said as if trying to explain things to an errant child, “there will be hurt feelings and our relationship with Jeremy and Jennifer will be damaged.” “Why should I do that?” she said, her voice nearly a sneer. “I don’t know,” I said,. He touched my lap and slowly caressed it. I didn’t mind and neither did I say anything. He continued and slowly he approached to kiss me and I reciprocated, we locked our lips for about 20-25 seconds when I let him off me, “Sanjeet you are married,” I told him. “So” he replied and leaned forward to kiss me.He kissed me on my neck as his beard gritted in my skin. I was turned on, but by my integrity I let go and run to the living room. He follows me bareback, the hair on his chest made me fall.