"So... is that it?" Yes, I suppose it will have to be," Henry said neutrally. He turned towards the door."Dad, wait!"Henry stopped and turned, silentl... regarding his son."I need to ask you something." Jason paused. When his father did not object, he continued. "What exactly do you do over at the hospital? Does Haven really have that many neurological patients?"Henry paused a long moment. "Research, Jason," he said in a low voice."Research? On what?" How certain brain disorders and procedures. And you too ladies!" George answered and looked at us peculiarly. "I'm not expecting a delivery," he told us."We aren't delivering anything. We're on the way to see Mrs. O'Neill," I told him."It's our birthday," Sara told him, happily."Congratulations, girls. How old are you now?" George asked."We're fifteen now," Annie informed him with a smile."I understand that it's quite a walk to your old house," George said because we were all only fifteen, and none of us had a driver's license."Oh, we. He darted out of his chair, tackled her to the metal floor and started attacking the fasteners of her trousers. The little bitch had more fight in her than he would have given her credit for. She screamed, she kicked, she scratched, even bit his forearm and hands a couple of times until he finally managed to get her pants and undies off. "Nooo!" Heviya yelled as she lost the fight. She intuitively stopped her struggling and tried to curl into a ball pressing her legs together as strongly as. And she planned onusing them often.The doorbell rang and Lisa and Ann were ready to move some boxes of myformer things into Mistress Em's home. I struggled to help them.Struggled because they would balance a box on my back and have me crawlon all floors to bring it into the house. Ann kept laughing at the"rubber gimp" crawling around. After at least a dozen trips and at leastas many shocks I was allowed to rest a bit. The funnel gag was replacedand the women all relieved themselves in it. I had.