"Well, I think we can get the world back up on its feet. I know that my mother is not back to being normal. In fact, she's far from normal but that's ...ine. What's important is that she is functioning as a person." Yeah a person on autopilot!" interrupted Connie, giving Charles an angry look as she did. "We need more than that. We need people who can think independently and function without us telling them what is right and what is wrong, and going 'Yes Master' every time we ask somebody to do. Male."She´s going to faint. Look, she´s swaying. Oh please! I can´t help her. I´m handcuffed." It was Terry somewhere far away.There were many rumblings. Then Mike´s voice, incisive."If she comes off, you go on?" Yes! Oh yes. But hurry. Mike....?" Yes honey?" Please not those wires though.....? I don´t think they are very practical..... I mean, they´re not safe." O.K. Sweetheart. We´ll call the wires a mistake." Suddenly there were hands upon me. Blessed hands. My arms fell. Stupidly I saw. Or why He intentionally... staysdirty... between His legs... with a smelly crotch... and putrid...stinking balls... and nasty... crusted pubic hair... or why... the onlytime He ever washes there... is when He makes you do it for Him...daintily... scrubbing His dirty crotch... with your own bare hands...or... with a washrag... except the rag... has now become... an article ofyour own clothing... a tee shirt... or a pair of your underwear... andthen... after you're done... cleaning Him up.... I must have fallen asleep because I was hearing a lot of voices that weren’t the nurses.One summed up what was going on, “He wasn’t joking about healing quickly. The smaller objects we pulled out of his legs, back, and arms look like pinpricks now. I know I pulled out this hunk of wood from his right arm just above his armpit. I was sure he would need six to ten stitches. The patient asked to have it glued instead of stitched. I had scrubbed up to sew him up and found him like this. You saw the.