Her movements wild. Her long hair trails across my skin. She tosses her head, trembling and shaking, crying out in a language I do not know. Her sharp...nails digging into the flat muscles of my chest. my hands roam over her exploring her body that I already seem to know in exquisite detail yet still experience the thrill of discovery at every feature down to the individual hairs.And there is music to it. The wordless cries she makes, rising and falling. Her soft lips slightly ajar letting out a. One that will remove the disguises and pretensions that you have adopted, and will reveal you for what you really are, and put you to good use." I don't understand," I said, fearfully. "What are you talking about?"In answer, he jerked on my leash, pulling me off the bed and onto the floor. I gasped in pain. "Kneel," he ordered. I struggled to obey, my wrists and ankles still bound, and knelt before him. After a moment's hesitation, I opened my knees, displaying my now-shaven intimacies to his. "We really meant to get to the file; and we did get started," said Roberta."But we got ... distracted," said Rose.Bianca sighed. "I thought so. You now have two options. We can sit down, right now, and go over everything in that file, or you can leave all the planning up to me."Roberta smiled. "You can handle it, Ma'am. We trust you."She nodded, "Very well."Bianca opened the door. "Get on the gurneys in the hallway." What? Why?" cried Rose."You are going in for surgery."Roberta's mouth flapped,. “Are you serious about that?” she finally asked.Her penetrating stare put me off a little, but I swallowed hard and nodded. I guess I expected her to sympathize with me, or maybe tell me that everything would work itself out.“Well, if you’re going to face things like a man, you’d better start acting like one,” she said flatly.I blinked at her, too stunned to say anything.“Half of being an adult, of being a man, is taking the good with the bad and not whining about it. Whining never solved.