This is where this story really begins.Chapter 1The wind was really blowing and the rain was pouring down on the umbrella which I was holding. My moth...r was under the umbrella with me.She had stopped crying for the moment and we were both just staring at the grave which we had just buried my father in.All the other people who had come to his funeral were now all gone.And it was just me and my mother stood under hower umbrella with the wind howling around us and the rain pounding down on us. Fortunately the GP had received positive feedback from other patients about a local therapist, who generally produced positive results. Leaving the GP's office with a consult in hand she couldn't help but wonder if she was 'crazy' - why else would her GP want her to see a psychologist? Perhaps she should have revealed that she had no problems when using her two favorite, but worn-out, vibrators. During the weeks leading up to this appointment she was nagged by the GP's last words, "don't worry,. .. ?" Will act as if everything is normal," she said."It looks like it costs a lot more." Customization requires a great deal of programming. That's reflected in the costs."He studied the numbers again. "What about in the public universe? What are the rules there?" In many ways they are similar to those in the private universes. That's a function of the programming. We found it more efficient to do that rather than write and maintain separate modules for each person." And the rules? You didn't. My dad asked the blessing. It was delicious. Nothing fancy but good, solid food. Mom had meat loaf, macaroni and cheese, and Brussel sprouts, all of which I liked a lot.The meal was good and my parents got to know Morgan better. Susan was involved in the conversation regularly. However, Dad wouldn’t blindly accept her answers instead he rephrased the question to Morgan. Morgan had to contradict her mother twice though tried to minimize the amount of contradiction by explaining the question and.