She took me over to a sitting area in the lobby to talk, and I explained my problem without going into details. She handed me her business card, but w...ote her home phone number on it before handing it to me ‘Just in case!’ she said, ‘Diane Silverton, Customer Service Associate’ the card read. She was all smiles, as I outlined my research needs, and was eager to help. She had me sign in at the guard’s desk, and I followed her through doors, down corridors, and we ended up in a basement-looking. It is Pleasure that conquers all things… But if that’s so, why aren’t I in that fucking bathroom with Claire, eating her cunt and letting her fist my ass? Why am I sitting here with all these ugly people listening to this bullshit? I mean, it can’t be true: I bet they don’t even believe it themselves. They’re all gonna be like Rob and Eva – sitting here listening to God-shit, then the moment they’re out the door they’ll be fucking the first ass which comes their way…”Then I saw a new heaven and. She wasn't Liz his psychologist. She was pretty Liz. She was a woman with dreams and hopes. And then it was gone. And she was composed. And back."See how easy that was Ray. You asked a question and I answered. Now I ask the question. You answer." I don't know how to say 'I don't know' without being mad at myself," Ray ground out."You don't know what you are planning to do?" Liz asked"No I don't." That's fair. This is not a decision to make lightly. Tell me what you are thinking and feeling as. Too many of them messed with their body chemistry in their desperate striving to gain impossible muscle mass on their bodies. They had way more muscle tissue than was good for them. In fact it was good for nothing but posing in front of a mirror. They were driven by desperate egos and empty souls. The few times I looked into their eyes, there just didn't seem to be anyone home.This man in front of me had no hungry ego that could only be fed by narcissistic mirrors. He looked like he knew.