He noted the extra vessels and arteries in the back of his own brain, and the accompanying headache. He looked at Lian and he couldn't stop his tears....I'm sorry, Lian," Sean cried softly. "The hair follicles were completely cooked. I couldn't save them."Lian was still kneeling beside Sean. She shook her head and blinked her eyes to clear her mind. A lock of black hair fluttered to the ground. She stared at it for a moment before tentatively touching it. After a moment, she brushed her fingers. “Quit playing with the little mutt, retard, and finish. Lay her down and get the fuck out of here.” He patted her bottom and then reached for the hose again and sprayed her down. Quickly he pulled the mass of wet filthy hay from beneath her and laid more out that was fresh and dry. He pulled chains out of his pants pockets and hooked them to her leather cuffs and then to the posts, giving her enough room to lie down on her side in the middle of the four stakes. Brenda lay there on her side. With her mother’s influence, she had not really going to be able to be much more than an occasional toy for the boys. And with the need to keep and staff up, she agreed that Cindy was not really someone they needed to keep taking up space.Enter AbbyAt ten-thirty on Thursday, Abby drove into the parking lot and parked. Walking around the corner, she saw a plain brick building with planter boxes in the front and a large glass double door in the center. She was surprised to see just a few women. I conceived it as a means to getinto type some of the many ideas I've had on this theme, which I realized Ididn't have time to develop into full-fledged, stand-alone tales. The overallpiece has minimal plot, but I've tried to give some depth to the importantcharacters of the individual vignettes and provide some background into how theyarrived at their current situations.I hope you enjoy your visit to the Exposition of ModifiedWomen, and invite your comments..