I told Kim to set you up for Tuesday and Fridays 3 to 5. We’re lucky that I only have one new case – you – right now, lets me take you late twic...e per week. That’s it, the head. Eyes. You know. Every few days Janice and I will check your tits for a reduction in T nodes. You’ll take the GT 200 every night before going to bed. We’ll expect the T nodes to decrease, and your cocksucking to pick up as the chemical base of the phobias goes away. Who knows? We might get some improvement in your ability. “Curious. I will need to think about this.”“Storms do come and go at sea,” Sally said, grinning. “Maybe we gotta go over the ocean to -hic- somewhere.”“Don’t be daft, Sally,” Maggie said, shaking her head – she had given over the illusion of her masculinity when it was clear that the elves simply did not care. “Birds don’t fly over the ocean.”“Yah they do,” Sally said, looking honestly confused.“Everyone knows that,” Virginia said, looking at Maggie. Maggie flushed furiously, then grabbed the. She had never wilfully disobeyed a Temple order, and this was one order that she was particularly eager to obey.“Why were you late, anyways?” Geeta said as they struggled to make speedy progress through the crowd.“I got held up,” said Jonathan. What had held him up were his repeated and unsuccessful attempts to reach Mother Valencia for instructions. He’d called and left a detailed voicemail. Then he called again. Still no answer. He’d texted, but he suspected that for Mother Valencia, texting. Timidly, she moved around, first exploring the kitchen on the other side of the partition from the living room, and then into the hallway and the rest of the small trailer. As I watched her, I mused that she seemed to be doing exactly the same thing that my cat, Mr. Whiskers, had done when I first brought him here ten days ago. I heard her squeal from the back, as she shouted, "a kitty!" and knew she had found Mr. Whiskers, probably on my bed where he loved to lie in the early evening. She came.