A heavily accented voice, one, as with Sholom Satmar, I had assumed was Eastern European. This confession-guy’s voice was a guttural whisper. I didn...��t have the impression he was disguising anything; it simply sounded like the way he talked.It turns out that I probably could have recorded the one-sided conversation; nobody searched me, touched me, even approached me. But it didn’t matter. I could remember one sentence. Sometimes even two.As soon as I closed the door, he said, “Kiryas Square. New. ”“I have not heard of such a thing.”“I suspect that’s because the Hegemony is insular in nature, always looking inwards,” I replied with a slight shrug as he nodded.“Also,” Kirim added, “Cures are not too well known even within the Empire, or rather what it is they have to do.”“I see ... I think,” a slightly confused looking Nild replied. “And you are Kirim; I presume you are some sort of law enforcer?”“I am. I’m also David’s wife.”“So, how does a Cure work?”Kirim explained as Nild listened. Their coupling on the dance floor had already ignited the passionate sexual beasts with them like a tale of Incubus and Succubus. She separated herself and looked at him from the corner of her eyes as if to beckon him to follow her. Smartly he picked up her hint and followed her keeping apart just a few metres of space, all the while studying how her body swayed with the agenda of teasing him further. Reaching a corner which led to a narrow hall down to the women’s restroom, she stopped and. I went to an eye doctor after a few days of this, thinking at first, the elixir had affected my vision, somehow. However, she found nothing structurally wrong with me—and yet, the apparition still haunted me. I got a second opinion, but with the same results. When the second doctor told me nothing was wrong, I became irate, swearing up and down in his office that the incompetent fool must have missed something, and that he should test me again more thoroughly. He didn’t take my advice, but he.