Thank God I can think fast. I replied "Oh."My loving wife looked at me and asked again "What are you doing down here?" I think my shoelace is loose." ...ep, I'm quick on my feet!"You're wearing loafers."Again, thinking quickly, I replied "Oh."After I completed my conversation with my wife I sat back up. Those sadistic nurses had raised the drape back up to where it was supposed to be. They stood there with identical smirks on their faces. I decided then and there that I didn't like nurses and. It appears that Mr. Koundin and/or his organization wasn’t happy with this incident. They wanted more harm to me, and following incident happened.As I stated above Mr. Sophan Headstrong had a hobby of reading and used to visit the public libraries, sometimes we friends used to visit the library with him. On that day I was reading in the Municipal Library with some friends. A boy entered the Library and sat in the chair next to my chair. He pulled a news paper page so that it covered our both. The problem was Kitty could not wear anything on her feet. Next I lifted her off the cot and placed her on the floor. I took three blankets, doubled them each to use as a mattress on the cot. The other four would use as covers. I placed her back on the cot and covered her up. ‘You warm yet?’ ‘Getting there’ she said. Then she asked a question. ‘Peter, am I pretty?’ ‘Why do you have to ask?’ She was silent, looking at the floor, then raised her eyes. ‘I look ugly.’ I shook my head. ‘No you’re. Simple, until I began to consider the logistics of what she'd said. Right, trying to figure out how to do that, considering the required comfort of all participants so they all could experience the ultimate joy of helping to bring to fruition, the ultimate fantasy of another - well, I couldn't figure out how to make it work with just a simple bed. We had to have a 'contraption', purpose-built for each of the participants and integrated into a 'whole' (pardon the pun).Then, I remembered.