" He then escorted me to a small clinic, leaving me inside a treatment room of some kind.Soon, a technician entered and took some X-rays of my upper t...rso. She left the room, and moments later, a doctor entered."Let's get that chip out," he declared."Will you need to put me to sleep?" I wondered. "And exactly where did they plant the thing?" To answer your first question ... no, you won't be put to sleep. The chip is located right under the skin in your upper back, between the bottom of your. The areas he had painted began to show a faint trace of the color of skin, so he painted her ears, neck, hands, every bit of exposed flesh. Being that the model for the figurehead was the woodcarver's wife, there wasn't much bare skin. He repeatedly painted Alice's flesh until the color stayed on the wood. This took awhile, so Tammi sat in a chair and took a nap.Tamarilla woke up to someone shaking her shoulder, it was the artist. She was awake, but Pablo kept shaking her. Tammi was starting to. They must have assigned it? They couldn’t possibly not—“Excuse me,” said a voice from behind them. “I’m the one you’re looking for.”The stage manager didn’t recognize the man: He was a babyish, fair-haired kid, almost too young looking to be working here at all. But there was something about his eyes, or maybe his voice. He was already wearing the costume, though, and he looked good in it. “You know the part?” said the stage manager.“Better than anyone.”“Okay, you’re Dionysus. We’ve got donors. “He looks just like a garden gnome,” chuckled Ginger, turning to Sally. “Yes, I can just see him sitting on a toadstool clutching his cock like its a fishing rod,” Sally smiled. “I, Quentin Bates, hearby ban you from the Hairy Palms Nudist Colony for a period of 6 months,” declared the little man. “Quentin?” sniggered Ginger. “If he weren’t such an arsehole, he might almost be cute,” commented Sally. “Watch it lady! This is a second offense for you. I could ban you altogether!” he warned. “Are.