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He's
successful and driven. If he's sexually inexperienced, all the
better.”
     
    “Honey we just can't put someone on there who our
audience doesn't buy, because the behavior doesn't attract you or
them,” her agent said. “This show is your ticket to bigger things.
The ratings matter. Your love life is only going to get better
regardless if you find the love of your life here.”
     
    “Bottom line: This guy repels pussy. He's got no game
whatsoever.”
     
    Roberts couldn't believe what he was about to do. The
police hadn't bothered to take away his phone.
     
    His hands sweating uncontrollably, he quickly snapped
off a text:
     
    “I love you and I want you to know I don't blame
you.”
     
    A tear began to fall from his left eye and trickle
down his cheek as he pushed send.
     
    …
     
    “We're moving your lovers away from you,” the regal
professor in the beard announced to his beautiful pawn as he stared
out over the hazy night unfolding in steamy Manila. “You have more
imporant duties. Other men with more to bring us.”
     
    Tanya felt nothing. Roberts text and only felt even
deeper dislike for him as a man. The good and evil in all people
just didn't register with her as relevant. She lived for temporary
pleasure and the power of manipulating her sexual prowess.
     
    “I love you,” she said. “Thy will be done. As
always.”
     
    With that she hung up the phone and embarked casually
from behind the garbage cans.
     
    At about the same moment, a smile creased the bearded
face of the Doctor. He loved the pursuit more than the having. The
control more than the emotions. Reality more than the fantasy.
     
    He was coldly uncaring but the most evil kind. He
made Tanya believe she was loved and cared for through it all. His
next move would depend only on his whim and plan.
     
    His little girl grown up to be a spectacular woman
was expendable. Like everyone who stood in the way of his
vision.
     
     

 
     
     
     
    Chapter 3--Dead Zones
    No response. Nothing. Samuel felt this before and now
here it was again.
     
    He wasn't taken to a cell. Instead to an office. A
nice office with wood paneling and a front reception area. He
didn't even think it was a jail. A distinguished looking man
entered in a black robe. He had to be a Judge.
     
    Roberts was enjoying the mystery of it all. He was
also frightened beyond belief. He had no safety net but a few
contacts he couldn't trust. The corrupt were everywhere. He knew he
could be finished off at any moment and stored in Manila Bay. He
didn't want to die. Adventurer that he was, he feared death to the
depths of his core.
     
    “You are fucking Tanya I see?” the Judge said.
     
    Roberts was startled and suddenly speechless.
    ...
    “That little bitch. I am done with her. Done. Oh
well, onto better things. I can't be a wussy. Focusing on one woman
is what always caused me to miss out on getting women.”
     
    Samuel was alone again but his senses heightened and
his positive carefree energy was pulsating. He was about 4 beers in
and feeling it. That point when your drinking hasn't yet tired you
or depressed you. That point when it emboldened you, made you not
worry about outcomes. Where you felt unbeatable and most
importantly where you weren't thinking about the possible risks of
any move.
     
    It feels manly to be this way. That's what Roberts
sensed and he loved it. He sensed that this was attractive.
Actually he knew it, but feared his inability to sustain it.
     
    Like with anything else, there is yin and yang, hot
and cold, high and low. It is no different with attraction and
maximizing attractiveness for basically any man. Roberts failed to
understand or maybe accept this. At whatever level, he fought for
something but didn't understand what. He didn't understand himself
and didn't understand the universal weakness inside all men.
     
    He suffered from false uniqueness. A pride that he
was somehow special and could do special things if only he could
perfect