” Paul went with the flow, as usual. It wasn’t worth arguing about, and he was in a club, for the first time. In clubs you drank. Maybe it would l...oosen up his dancing.“Proper Muslims don’t drink at all,” said Mo. “I’ll just have an orange juice. Thanks.”“Okay,” said Mia, slightly to Mo’s surprise. He watched her go and join the scrum at the bar. It felt wrong that a girl was going to the bar instead of a guy, but as she’d said this way there was less chance of them all being thrown out.Mia got. "Honey...I mean slave, youhave been a good husband and provider. We raised two children who havesuccessful lives of their own, we are financially stable and we love eachother more than when we married." Jane and Rick held hands and lookedbriefly at each other as Lady Patricia continued, "I never understood whyyou felt the need to dress nor why you wanted me to punish you. But Iknew that the urges were getting stronger and that you had to find arelease. For that reason and because I love you. I paid on time, and never haggled over price once we agreed on specifics. I loved what I did, and I was good at it. I laughed and joked with them and helped them with the women in their lives. But it was lonely and it was making me something I didn’t want to be. Being around men all day was hard when there wasn’t one to come home to at night. It was a standing joke that I didn’t need a man, since I could do it all by myself, and probably did. Wink. Wink. None of them knew how desperately I. I looked at Romy. She was frozen, looking in my direction, but not at me. Did I say frozen? She was shaking slightly, like ... Well, there was no direct equivalent. At that moment, I was forcefully reminded that she was, in fact, a construct, a projection, of a sentient computer, because the nearest thing to her behaviour I could come up with was ... a faulty computer. Trapped, perhaps, in a logic conflict loop. The car continued on its way.We stopped by a lake; we might have been in a park on.