She turned. “No, I don’t think so. I’ve not tried it, but it seems to me to be too impersonal, too much just treating people like pieces of meat....”“Have you ever tried a – uh – multiple?”“Once. In Toronto. Two girls I knew and two guys they knew. Since then I’ve been too wary both of STDs and of AIDS.”“Understood. ‘A woman’s gentle heart, but not acquainted / With shifting change as is false women’s fashion’.”“Shakespeare, but I don’t recall where.”“Sonnet number twenty.”“You have literary. Her own husband was pimping herto these drug bikers! What was she supposed to do? She looked desperately between her husband and the men, thinking she had misunderstood him. Joe was quiet for a while."Show them what you got honey. I want you to strip for them." Jenny froze. She could not believe her own husband was instigating her own humiliation. She looked down at the floor, struggling with her emotions. Jenny looked around the room and stepped away from her husband.She reached up to the. . ."Blonde," the genie barked suddenly. "You commanded me to make you blonde."The suddenness of the words made Nick lose his train of thought. He giggled, thinking of a tiny train rolling around in his head. "Choo choooo!" he said in his best train imitation. He laughed. It was silly.The genie patted him on the head and Nick looked up. The genie looked very happy. "Good girl," he crooned. "You make such a pretty blonde."Nick arched his back and lifted his face to smile at the genie. He knew it. "I know! I hope you will believe me when I swear to you I had no hand in today's devilry. When I gave you that letter I had no idea what was in it. Not until I got to my quarters and read my own instructions." I would never doubt your word Ma'am."They reached the Solitary Building and Rosanne unlocked the outer door. Soon Lisa was back in the underground reception chamber and the shaking that had impeded her attempt to shave earlier, became uncontrollable in this place of ghastly memories..