‘Umm,’ responded Jake, his head not quite in a place to take in why his brother would think dessert would be the answer to his quietness. ‘Isn�...�t that shop down on the high street the best for dessert Lynn?’ Eric continued his enthusiasm unrelenting. Lynn turned to face them, her soft auburn hair set against her creamy skin. ‘Yeah it’s great.’ She continued. Jake’s mind went into overdrive as he looked at Maria before him, his thoughts so wrong yet he found himself unable to stop. ‘Why. .. leads a bunch of Clinicals around the hospital and tells them to decide what's wrong with the patient. So it's Rounds with a different name.The patient, in this case, is me.The general consensus was, send him home ... until they saw Wendy. They had moved into the room while she was in the shower and she came out in all her glory.Discussions ensued ... platonic relationships discussed. It was decided that the lightning strike had done something to my personal parts and they should keep. "We did, Mr. Campbell," the eldest of them replied in clear, but accented, English. "It was intriguing."An uncomfortable silence fell over the room. Holland thought about saying something, but held his tongue. He was warned that being too expressive would give away some clues as to what he was up to or might be used against him."Why do you want one of the Delilah robots, Mr. Campbell?" One of the others finally spoke. "You do not strike us as the kind of man who would resort to something so. I know you think his cumwould have felt copious but instead it just seemed to slide down mythroat and when he was done he pulled his blackness out me leaving hisessence in taste, smell and mental. There was no more me. There was justLatrina, Owner's little femme slave.Finally I decided to see what was behind Chinese Curtain Number One. Walking around the screen I saw all the trappings of womanhood. Clothing,vanity table with makeup, perfume, hair dryer, brushes. There were veryhigh heeled.