"I squeaked but it clicked, the button changing colour, an egg timerappearing for a second.?Get into the house and make my woman a cup of tea now or I...ll open itto the world."Almost sobbing now I ran, my head hardly able to bear the impendinghumiliation of facing my wife dressed like this mixed with the abjecthorror at what he had just done.Emerging from the workshop door, I stopped, my heart in my throat,terrified at who might see me, even though we lived in the countrysideand desperately. My emotions were simulated, and did not affect my non-existent psyche in the least. They only became real when I became real, at which time I would fully experience them as I've described them here.Secondly, had I been Aware at the time - and capable of self-motivation on my wishes and desires - I would have done exactly the same thing! This is what I am, or at least what I was then. It is a role that completely fulfills my Fourth Law, and through that, my overall satisfaction with my. It was Bernie from the shop. God, I hoped he wasn’t coming to see the boss. That was another way this could go wrong, and I hadn’t even considered it. I leaned onto my legs with both arms and tried to look a little sick. It did not take much acting.“You OK, Ron?” Bernie asked.“I think I picked up a little bug” I answered looking up, first at Bernie and then through the crack in the blinds. I dropped my head immediately so Bernie could not see the look on my face. The emboldened doctor had. We are all good here." Love you too. Bye sis."After he hung up, Beth giggled and said, "Nothing you can't handle?"Jason swatted her on her cute behind. "Go clean up. I'll start the coffee."When Beth came into the kitchen she asked, "Uncle Jason, do you think I could go shopping today? I need some clothes and stuff."After breakfast and some discussion, they agreed that Jason would drop her off at the mall, do some grocery shopping, and then come back for her in a few hours. Beth was excited to.