I thought back at Wendy's Dr. Simons, the quack that cured Wendy's weight problem in a single visit. Never for a moment did I think that his therapy w...s effective; you simply cannot change a person's life by snapping your fingers!How was I much better than Dr. Simons, though? Oh, I did research weight loss on the web, and I did "prescribe" a regimen of eating right and regular exercise, but did I ever try to go deeper into Shirley's psyche and find out if there was some other, more deep seated. "I beg you, my god, divorce what's her name, and marry me! Only I amworthy of being the bride of the king of the world."Caesar sighed wearily. They had had this conversation many times."It is not politic for me to marry you. You are not a citizen of Rome,you are not Roman aristocracy - even our friendship has caused problemsin the Senate." Is that your final word, then?" she asked with the tears of Nilecrocodiles in her lustrous eyes. She was a raven haired beauty, andtwenty years younger than. My identity belongs to that. Why is it important for me to have a face?”“Ummm ... I guess it is human nature for us to talk to somebody. Giving you a face allows us to communicate with you better.”Her white and blue eyes would periodically blink. Her voice synchronized perfectly as she spoke. Speakers around the room continued to allow her to talk normally. There was no screen flickering or anything. It confirmed with him more and more of her abilities as he spoke to her.“Ericson, why is my. No shiver of desire, no flood of warmth and wetness in her intimate regions. There was an ache, but it was not of unfulfilled lust.She didn't understand.And then the pain. Her sensibilities reeled, and her body twitched in agitation. It shouldn't hurt! Why did it hurt? Why did she want to cry?She didn't understand, but she wanted it to stop. No more. It shouldn't hurt. It should never hurt. Something's wrong.Even when it did stop, there was more pain. Why? What did he do? Slapping? Hitting?.