In fact, the most realistic element by far was the pain simulation. The setting was of a series of combat situations in which his virtual enemies were...attired in the dress of the infidels and heretics he'd got to know as his fellow crusaders. It might be satisfying to immolate a Muslim infidel or to squeeze out the eyes of a Hindu devil, but the enemy he would soon confront wouldn't be such an infidel. In fact, they would be his reluctant allies. And their common foe would be atheists and maybe. “We have the proconsul and his woman.”“Good, take me to them, this is going to be interesting!”Melissia found herself staring at a very red faced proconsul and a seething Fulvia.“You little bitch, you will die screaming in hell for what you have done this day.” Petronius Arius was mortified by the circumstances he now found himself in, as was Fulvia.“Well considering that has been your intention all along Arius I do not think anything has changed much do you?”The proconsul glared at her and. She looked through the drawer, searching for the sweats she remembered wearing on previous jogging trips.But that brought her up short. Previous jogging trips? How could she have refused every previous offer to go jogging, but actually remember having been jogging? But she clearly remembered having gone jogging.But there was another thing. If she had ever accepted one of David's offers, wouldn't she remember jogging with him? But she only remembered jogging alone. But then she remembered years. Selena beamed and softly closed the door behind her. She ran to Mark's bedside slipping off her dressing gown as she did so and revealing a very short and diaphanous nighty. She slipped into bed beside Mark and hugged him."Thank you," she murmured and proceeded to kiss him passionately, her lips mashing his and her tongue probing.Mark pulled back. "Steady, sweetheart," he said. "Too enthusiastic to start with except with a long term boyfriend." But you are a long term boyfriend." Not in a.