“That is a part of the problem,” she said. “What is?” I replied.“The workforce hating him?” she asked.“What are people to do? He is rude... and mean to everyone. He is a grown-up, yet he behaves like the biggest baby. He is the problem! Don't you see that?” I said.My voice was somewhat loud now. I noticed that myself and made an appropriate correction. “What is going to happen to him this time?” I asked. “I don't know, I honestly don't know,” she said. “He is a human being you know. He has not had. "I did intend stopping in tonight as all these late nights are catching up with me, it must be my age! What do ya say to a movie night in?" "Yeah, I'm up for that, what time?" "7.00pm" was my reply. "OK then, see you later!" Right the plot was set and all I had to do is figure out how to pull it all together to run like a well oiled engine. 'Ping' a light bulb went off in my head and it was like a vision and it was at that point I knew exactly how I could pull tonight off perfectly and give. It's right around the corner." Shetried to keep a straight face, but couldn't contain herself frombreaking out in laughter halfway through the sentence. With a lookof disgust on my face, I quickly turned around and walked over tothe couch to sit down.Soon, Renee's voice startled me from my own deep thoughts."Well, well . . . I see that my formula has done its job rather nicely.Don't you agree?"I shot up out of my seat. "Look Renee . . . I'm really sorry foreverything that I've done. Please. "And, just what is that?" Pru demanded. She sat back in her seat, too, her eyes and voice level. "I don't think sex should be 'satisfactory'". Though her voice was calm, her scorn was evident. "I don't want 'satisfactory sex'. That's bullshit, and you can't sell bullshit to people in a world that doesn't even know what a bull is."Terry shrugged. "Sure you can, but semantics aside, it's not bullshit. And maybe it's not even satisfaction." He stirred in his seat. "The people who accept.