It was Bri."Good morning!" Brenda said as she invited Bri into the room."How is everyone doing today?" Bri asked.Brenda took a deep, satisfying breath... "Wonderful!" she said."I was thinking that today might be a good day to take you through someof the other treatment room and facilities we have here," Bri said. "Wewant to give Kimberly the day to rest before we continue thepsychological programming but it would be a great day to do some of thecosmetic things like hair and nails." That sounds. His reasoning was the men he killed were of less value to the community than average people. Therefore he should not be held to the same standards as those who kill valuable humans. He was hoping his value system make him crazy enough to do some time in a mental hospital.He didn’t really grasp where he was standing trial. The state of Mississippi had a different view of sanity. The test here was if a man was smart enough to put on his clothing, he was smart enough to know right from wrong. At. She was sitting bolt upright with her hands clasped tightly in her lap while I got comfortable. In my head right then I was repeating one thing in my mind over and over again: Do not fuck this up, Faye!"It's okay to look," I said in a low voice. She was still looking down at her own knees, refusing to look up."Sally…" I put my hand on under her chin and turned her head slowly towards me. "Look at me, I want you to."I was desperately trying to appear confident but honestly, I don't know who was. Once puberty had hit, I had taken a perhaps not-so-motherly interest in his sexual habits. Like Breanna, he didn't date much, in fact he hardly ever went out with a girl alone. I had gone through his internet history enough to confirm that he was actually interested in girls, at least. He seemed content to ejaculate into a sock rather than some cute girl's vagina. That seemed odd to me, but at least it was safer.As I dumped some of the clothes I had gathered into the washing machine, I again.