He didn't feel good about burningMadoka's paintings, but he didn't want them to be found either. He felt achill run through his spine. Once he got hom...e, Nao retired to his room,avoiding his family. His mind clutched in guilt, he slept the night away,images of Madoka flickering about in his mind. He remembered thecountless hours he spent staring at her heaving breasts and she painted,her feverish strokes stopping to gaze at him, sizing up his proportions.There was something intense about her. This program, Bas, will be the only thing standing between certain kidnapping and her."Bas stilled as the doctor's words echoed through his system. Someone dared to try and kidnap that precious little girl? He drew inward and examined this new home for his soul. He finally located the programming codes that would give the doctor his desired 'scan'. He used his mind to force the codes to the forefront. He heard whirling and then the soft hum of a printing device nearby."Finally. Thank you, Bas.". As she got the dogs settled she asked him to come inside. Shortly after the door was closed he leaned down and kissed her waiting lips. Her cheeks flushed with happiness as she accepted his sweet offering. Once inside her room and with the door closed they could finally find the freedom to express what that kiss had only began to say. She held him as he held her, tightly, as if their love was communicated in their embrace. As their passion mounted their patience faded. They wanted more from. " You are a previous customer?" Astrid asked."I was just here yesterday," the woman yelled back.Astrid furrowed her brows. "We had only one customer yesterday. It was aman who bought ..." Exactly!" the woman snapped. "I was that man. It was me who bought ahair tonic against receding hairline and now look at me." A full mane of hair," Astrid observed dryly."No! Yes. But it also turned me into a woman! And I look like one ofthose tramps who pick up sailors at the docks!" Miss. You are aware that.