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every way? No deprivation nor over exertion."
    "Sounds like a hedonistic orgy."
    Damien nodded. "If you want it to be. We're here to pleasure you, darling." He walked over to her and ran a finger down her cheek. She trembled.
    "Tell me more." She cooed.
    He kissed her sweetly on the lips and looked into her eyes. "It's simple. You have been steadily, albeit slowly, gaining weight the past few years. You've not been able to lose it. You've got ovarian syndrome, and we can fix that."
    "How do you know?"
    Hunter retrieved a file from the living room. "While you were bathing, we accessed your medical records online."
    "How dare you!" She snatched it from him. "You had no right violating my privacy. I'll report you to the AMA and the Navy and the hotel and Homeland Security and—"
    Hunter said, "Calm down, Jessica. We did it for you. Hear us out. Come on over and have a seat." He motioned to a large overstuffed arm chair with matching ottoman. Damien took her by the hand and led her over. He said, "Here, you can sit in my lap."
    Jessica said, "Eew! You're not sitting naked in that chair! Just think of all the strangers that have done who knows what there."
    Damien detoured to the bed. "Good point." He managed to maneuver her to perch on the edge of it. He sat next to her, holding her hand, rubbing his thumb in a circular motion on her wrist. She tried to ignore the pleasurable sensation.
    Hunter flipped through the file. "Your last well-woman check-up was on the twentieth. Just before you came down here. You complained of severe headaches on the week you're off your monthly birth control pills. The pills are no longer regulating your cycle, you complained of breakthrough bleeding, and the nurse practitioner ordered an ultrasound. No uterine polyps were found, however, you have a small cyst forming on your right ovary, which shouldn't be happening when you're taking birth control pills. That's evidence you are still ovulating; and the absence of polyps means the breakthrough bleeding is caused because the low dose pills are no longer strong enough for you."
    "My gynecologist just called and said I was ok, and mentioned the cyst, and said to come back for a follow up in three months. And she changed my pills from a low dose to an average dose, I think she said it's fifty percent stronger than I was taking. And I take these for three months in a row, so I only have four periods a year now—"
    Damien said, "So now you will only be bothered by the headaches that are caused from a sharp drop in estrogen when you go on the sugar pills one week every three months."
    Jessica nodded. It seems like these guys really are doctors, they just don't play them in hotels.
    Hunter asked, "When did you start the new pills?"
    "Tomorrow."
    "Perfect."
    "Why?"
    "Your hormones have been out of whack, and that caused you to secrete too much insulin. Insulin that the body doesn't need it converts to fat. It also increases your cravings, so you eat more. If the average dose pill suppresses ovulation, your metabolism should right itself."
    "What was that medical research business you were talking about?"
    Damien said, "We have formatted a regimen that will help women such as yourself lose weight while eating what they want, which will naturally be less because of the new balance you'll have. It will be boosted by one hour of exercise daily, be it vigorous aerobic activity, weight bearing or muscle elongating. And…" he grinned.
    "And what?" This all sounds too good to be true, but it's making sense and I don't want it to.
    "We think your hormones will be further balanced, and therefore more weight loss will be achieved if you receive a minimum of one powerful orgasm per day."
    "Sign me up."
    Hunter grinned. "Seriously? You're consenting?"
    "If you're on the up and up, yes I am. But I have to get back to the dorm before curfew." She walked over to the French doors.
    Hunter followed her. "Let me get you a cab."
    "No! I'm not allowed. We have to walk