I met CC (Carolina Catherine) Dolman when I was 27. We met in an unorthodox way. I was returning on a Friday from a New York City meeting with my publ...shers. I was out at the cab stand at my home airport hailing a cab when I was run over by a woman who could not see around the mound of luggage on her luggage cart. I wasn’t hurt, just pissed. I turned to give the miscreant a big and angry piece of my mind when I saw a vision. Unfortunately, she was crying.“I’m sorry, are you hurt?” She asked.. A psychologist on contract to the DOC determined that he was starting to mentally unravel – that wasn’t the exact terminology used of course – and something had to be done or Jamison would likely lose his sanity before his stint was completed.Actually Corey, who was twenty-eight-years old in this July of 2114, had solitude but not true confinement. He wasn’t even in Pennsylvania at the time. Like about a hundred other inmates he was on a planet in another solar system far from Earth. The. ?It’s for your own good!... Damn-it!? Turning away, opening the car door, stepping out, Cristina walks around the front as Bonnie, still silent, opens her door, shuts it behind her as she again glances blurrily toward the house, again up at the pitch dark upper window centered under the peak of the dark stoned Tudor. The pair walking through the mist, across the cobblestone walkway to the side entrance, the porch light flicks on as the door’s opened. Charlene, Christina’s sister with. "What did she mean, get me ready? There was no way I was going to be able to go to that meeting like this!"OK, Amelia, get Sissy's clothes."Oh, crap. They were going to take it a lot further, I feared.Amelia left and came back in. Marie swung me around and said, "Look at your new dress, dear."It was like a picture out of the Wizard of OZ. It was a full pink dress with a huge skirt. There was lots of glittery satin fabric underlying panels of lace. The skirt looked like a ballerina skirt, only.