She looked down at the ground as a woman passed by them in the hallway."I just don't get why they do this to us," said Mary. "Why do I have to like gi...rls? I'm only going to marry one person anyway. What's the difference?" Well it is kinda sexist," said Alexa. "Only liking one gender. But it's lot like you can control it."Mary glanced to her right. It was just some random guy."Shouldn't they be out by now?" asked Mary.Her question was answered a few seconds later when a man in a suit came. I began to shake.I continued to doubt my sanity.I opened the @#&*$% door again.Each held out her right hand. In her grip was a six pack of beer. A really good beer of Irish origin. If a certain whiskey is my darling, then that beer is my sweetheart."We brought beer," they chanted in chorus, "Mr. Gamera."I slammed the door shut.I began to shake.Violently.There was a soft tap on the door. I tried to resist, but I could not. I was trapped in some horrible spell. 'This is just a weird dream you are. Dr. Nathanson said, "That's a very pretty bra, Greg. With the matchingpanty I think you have good taste. A good eye toward what women findappealing." It's my favorite bra," I said."Now I want you to compare yourself to me. I'm also wearing my favoritebra." I watched in awe as Dr. Nathanson unbuttoned her blouse, took itoff and put it carefully on the back of a chair. "Stand up and faceme,Greg."I got up and gaped at her beautiful chest. Her bra was pretty and sexyand filled with her large. She had become less affectionate and we were barely having sex once a week. I started to become suspicious when she began to dress and fix her make up more provocatively.My suspicions were further aroused when she canceled our usual Wednesday lunch date, saying that she had an appointment to get her hair done. I found this strange because she had just went last week for highlights and a trim, so I decided to leave the office and see what she was up to. I first drove by her salon but her car was.