This was where the marble road leading into the Widelands begun. This was where his quest had taken him so far. For weeks he had been on the road, suf...ering fools too gladly sometimes, subjecting his body into a trial of strength of will. He had been traveling on foot almost half-way through the lands. Indeed, it was a feat in itself. But that was merely the means to far greater a prize, the complete knowledge of which still eluded him despite all the years of studies and inquiries, both his. It all boils down to the same thing. I give them what they want, and they give me . . . nothing.Take Sally Johansson for instance. I gave her a roof over her head, food in her belly, clothes on her back, and all the devotion one man can shower on a woman. And what did I get in return? An empty house, an even emptier bank account, a lot of unpaid bills that I knew nothing about, and blue balls. She found herself a younger stud with more money, and the rest is history. Mind you, so is Sally, but. You must stay with me here Kayla. I would hear more of these dreams of yours and perhaps I may be able to help you interpret them.”As she says this I feel her gloved hand running down my back. It seems my fatal charms are at work once again. I smile at her and she is pleased. Now she pushes me back onto the luxurious furs; they are so soft and cool that I shiver pleasantly. She meets my mouth with hers and I kiss her tenderly for an instant. She withdraws and gazes deep into my eyes; seeking. I like to be reminded of what you are, slut. Now tell me. Are you a dyke?"Anne had to bite back an angry response. Patience, she admonished herself silently."No, Mr Morris," she answered quietly."So, you also fuck guys?" I am heterosexual, Mr Morris." Which means you fuck guys! Answer, slut!" Yes, Mr Morris," she forced out."How many have you serviced yet?" That's none of your business!" she hissed."Uh oh," he grinned, then waited. "Anything you want to say before I go back to my computer?"Anne.