This did not come as a surprise. The risk of getting too big and too hard to hide, had always been a problem. If this ever happened, we were told to p...ay the part of scared captive kids, who were being held for interrogation by the Organization.We were questioned by the "experts" in the ATF, FBI, and Department of Homeland Security. We had dummy identities so two runaway orphans, who had escaped from an orphanage two months before.After about forty-eight hours, we were released to the welfare. Jodie gasped when she looked up: her boyfriend's father was naked on the sofa, his dick in his hand and hardcore pornography playing on the television. "Shit!" Jodie averted her eyes and pulled her drunken boyfriend towards the stairs, muttering an apology to Tom.Jez stumbled into his room and collapsed on the bed. Jodie's mind was spinning with the scene she had just witnessed downstairs and glared at her drunken partner. She growled at him and yanked down his trousers and boxers, pausing for. For the two weeks Wendy was in Neuro ... my face was being pieced and stitched back together ... a little bit nearly every day. Here a piece, there a piece, EVERYWHERE a piece ... Old McDonald had a surgery ... E-I-E-I-O.Ow!Permanent black-eyes ... but I was beginning to look like sorta me.After looking at my latest undamaged photograph, the Plastics guy said, "While we're at it, we'll try and fix a few of mother natures practical jokes," and then he laughed. The photo was from my high school. I had to think about what the kids wanted, not just what I wanted. Jenny had to get along with Cheryl. I honestly don’t know how Cheryl gets along with normal people.Beyond this, the conversation at the table between me and the kids was very formal and cordial. Junior was having a hard time connecting with me. I hadn’t expected that; I had assumed we’d be a lot alike because he was my son. But that was a false way of thinking. I mean I could see myself in him; no question of that.But not the me.