It's still too difficult for me to accept and I'm sure there won't be a wedding. I cannot accept her as my bride." Robert spoke resolutely, but in a...soft, sad tone of voice.CHAPTER 2 THE SOLUTION: CRYSTAL THERAPYRobert felt so different after two sessions of Dr. Ross's crystal therapy. Watching the huge gleaming gem, as the doctor dangled and swung it back and forth in such intricate patterns, was so mentally soothing and relaxing. In addition, everything his fiancée Rose was trying to. For breakfast we had eggs, bacon, toast and fresh squeezed orange juice. None of that reconstituted from concentrate crap for the royal family. On second thought, that process had not been invented yet at that time. The toast had a unique flavor of having been prepared over a wood fire. The butter was also the real thing, from a cow and not an oil well or corn plant. I did, however, miss my morning cup of coffee. I decided to do something about it. I had an aide come with me out into the woods.. For some reason, her heart was pounding in her chest. If she had touched it...A knock again, louder. "Just a minute!" she called. She was being silly, of course, and letting her imagination run away with her again. The painting wasn't even that good, she decided. Better than the last, better than an amateur like her had any right to expect, but still not good enough. She had another canvas, she would work on it tonight. She needed more paint, she decided, as she made her way to the door. Her. So I started walking to bus stop which was a kilometer away and mostly shrubs. He came behind me in bike and told he’ll drop me. I was scared since my bf could get angry if he knew. So I said I’ll walk. But he held my hand and made me go on his bike. While he was going he told he needed to relieve himself badly and I said ok. And he drove the bike into a shrub and parked. Soon after I got down I started walking to the road. But he hugged me from behind and kissed my neck. I told it’s never.