Particularly, ones who misuse their abilities. You might think of me as sort of a one man ethics committee." Misuse? And just what do you call what yo...'re doing to me?" Her temper flaring, she leaned forward in her chair, forgetting for a moment to be afraid. "What's that if it isn't misuse?" You haven't been harmed, not by us anyway. You have been harmed by someone else, or you wouldn't have the memories that you do. Somebody abused you as a child, a pre-teen, and then made you seem to. "I slowly moved off the chair I was sitting in, looking over at Carmanwho smiled and said, "Go ahead dear and do a good job."I moved over to Ken, who's bulge in his pants was quite clear, fallingto my knees. I undid his belt buckle and unzipped his zipper."Hold on young lady," Ken said grabbing my arms. "You need to stand,curtsy to me and ask if I have any personal needs you should attendto."I did as Ken instructed and after a wonderful curtsy I asked him ifthere was any personal needs that. Aww you are just so cute she kissed me againWhat did you think of the pictures I showed you she askedI was shocked I said , how do you feel,She got up and got the envelope out . Go and get my wine for me and bring the wig back upWhen I came back she was on a stool reaching on top of the wardrobe, she dragged some videos from the back , looked at them and stepped down with oneI sat on the bed she reached into the envelope passing me different photos, ( I will explain them in a later story)She. Not admitting it to anyone, I'd made some burlap curtains and dyed them orange.That afternoon the sun had turned the orange to a bright flame, coloring the old hardwood floor before me. The discordant ring of a phone that'd been dropped too often cut through my rumination. Probably the hospital, nagging me to catch up on my charts."Hello? Dr. Hayden?"I didn't recognize the voice, but then I didn't know all the clerks in Medical Records."My dictation's all done--just signatures--that's all.