XXXV. RAMONE
I had spent three months living as Dr. Starrr. I felt repulsive. Leticia was virtually my pimp, generating gobs of money off this strange quirk in my gonads. Sure, the whole marketing scheme was her idea. There was no way I ever imagined it would work so well. But I guess when you look at the situation from a glass half full approach, I was helping a lot of women. We had not received any negative feedback from a single participant. In fact, quite the opposite was happening. Whatever chemical charge I was somehow passing through to these ladies was apparently paying major dividends in their personal lives. They were more confident. Their spouses were more enticed. I have no idea how, but Dr. Starrr was a rousing underground success.
The whole reason I was so receptive to Leti
