As the disease progressed, the women afflicted with it would become more and more desperate for it, need more and more to provide what they needed, an...d would experience an escalating state of arousal during times without treatment, which presented as nymphomania or sex addiction.At first, treatment was limited to oral delivery, with a large group of vetted donors delivering to a cup, but as symptoms and stages progressed, direct oral became needed and anal delivery became require to prevent. I walked up alongside her, touching her hand on the railing. “I’m sorry, Dr. Moore. I shouldn’t have been so abrupt.”She shook her head as she stared out into the distant horizon. “I’m … I don’t know how …” She took a deep breath, turned to me with her eyes downcast. “I want you to know that I really do believe we can figure this out. I don’t mean those others, I mean you and me. In fact,” she hesitated as if she was working up to a point of defiance, “it might be the only way.” She turned back. " Damn." Shawna muttered to herself, realising she'd taken the wrong track. "Look, we'll go. We'll finish this here. We'll not say any more right now, except... You're better than that, Yvonne. You deserve more than that." I deserve what I've got." Yvonne grasped her bag, not turning to look back. "I stood by and watched while he did what he did to you. I watched him do it to three other girls. I... I lured one of them back to my room for him..." And you never tried to stop him?" Shawna closed. He figured this would be the safer location, If he were seen. Any excuse would be better than if he was in front of the saloon.Clara got out of the buggy before Paco could help her out and ran across the street and into the saloon.She stood just inside while her eyes adjusted to the darkness. In a moment, Clara saw the inside of a saloon for the first time in her life.Meanwhile, the occupants of the room were staring at Clara. None of them quite knew what was going to happen next. This was.