'I, the undersigned, hereby agree to blah, blah, blah . A female of the following appearance: blah, blah, blah . Satisfaction guaranteed.' Josh had n...ver seen that before either. They guaranteed satisfaction? What a place! "Just sign at the bottom," said the bartender, motioning to the pen on the desk. Josh took the pen, glanced over the contract one last time, and signed his name. "Very good, sir." The bartender took the paper, glanced at it himself and placed it in a manila folder with. ”I was torn on the matter. I knew the position of the ‘One, Holy, Catholic, and Apostolic Church’, but I also wondered if homosexuals actually chose that lifestyle. I’d read competing opinion pieces in one of the medical journals at the library that had made me stop to think. But in the end, it didn’t matter. What mattered was, as a doctor, I had to help anyone who needed help, to the best of my ability. I couldn’t pay attention to politics, or race, or religion, or sexual orientation. And that. " "Hi guys, home from college?" I asked. They came over and put their towels on some chairs just down from where I was sitting. "Yes, it let out a few days ago; Malcolm is staying with me for a week or two." We chatted briefly about college then I went back to reading my book.I glanced up when the two boys removed their shirts and my mouth flew open. Michael was no longer the chubby k** from the neighborhood, now the baby fat was gone, replaced with a flat stomach and rippling muscles on his. Juanita pondered the impending ordeal of electroshock torture, as she was left unattended for nearly ten minutes. She knew very little about Carlos’ cartel related activities; while she was aware that he was an enforcer, he never confided to committing any acts of violence. Likewise she was not acquainted with any of his associates, although she saw some of them from time to time. She decided her best bet was to convince Gomez she was being truthful, and to be spared torture.What Gomez, but not.