“Please send him in.”A moment later, a tall, broad man with dark hair is stepping into the room. Dr. Streyen offers the man a seat and a drink. Th... admiral takes the seat, but turns down the drink.“I called you here today, Admiral, to go over my findings,” Dr. Streyen begins. “The clone of your daughter seems to be helping her adjust to the loss of her husband and the lack of children by their marriage, but it’s not enough.”Draven clears his throat. “I was told, by you nonetheless, that that. I dared not to look at him. ‘Ghauri, I am going to sl**p in another room’, he said. ‘If your husband doesn’t want to sl**p with you, you have failed as a wife’, echoed my mother’s voice in my head. But I didn’t look up. I stayed quiet. ‘Don’t you want to ask me why?’, he said, with little humor in his voice, clearly trying to cheer me up. I looked at him for just a few seconds and looked down again. ‘You are my wife’, he said and paused, and then he continued, ‘not a prostitute.’ I really. ”‘That’s cause you’re a brain-dead pussy. That bitch is one of my fuck puppets around here. yeah that’s right, been wrecking her guts now for five years or more. That’s the reason why the bitch still works here. she could’ve gotten transferred years ago, but she just couldn’t accepty the thought of being too far away from all this hot, thick, hard black lumber. When the hard boyz come calling to make you a resident in their lockers, remember this was your choice.”The statement sent an icy chill. "Huh? No, I don't wanna borrow any money, but yeah...it--it's kinda about you modeling," he admitted, pausing, and suddenly I was aware that he had yet looked me eye to eye."What about it? Another autograph?" I assumed. While Sheila was hardly a starlette--at least not yet, many junior high girls knew 'her' face from kid cosmetics and fashion newspaper ads and their brothers showed their friends tear-outs to ogle in school locker rooms. Though I turned a blind eye about the fate of Sheila's.