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"Are we still having a therapeutic appointment" say I. "That would depend on whose therapy we are referring to", reples Lawrence. "Do you feel that you have said everything you need to for now" "I would say so. Yes." "Your turn", says Stella, fixing on Lawrence a most impaling gaze. He stammers a bit, and wriggles in his seat, adjusting his shirt collar as though to keep it from falling off his torso. He is wearing a pale lime green golf shirt, that rather becomes him. And faded black jeans, rather a darkish slate colour. "That was a nice job you did on my colleague, Hans." "Think nothing of it, dear", says Stella. "He had it coming." "The guy's a pompous blowhard. Seems to think that being from Europe he knows everything and the rest of us are dumb amateurs." "Which is why", she says with care and precision, "He used to come to me for his weekly spanking.