"I don't quite see where this is going." I said."You will." She assured me. "Let's do your make-up and then you can change in the bathroom while I pre...are everything else. Wear this, as well." She finished, throwing me a black lace thong.She did my make-up: a bit of eye-shadow, a small amount of blush and some pink lipstick. She brushed my hair as well, making me look like a very pretty girl when it was all done. I set off to the bathroom to change.I stripped to my boxers, put the blouse on and. Polly was still crying, and Constance waited just behind them, giving them both all the privacy possible under the circumstances."Sweetheart, my doctors are staying here while you heal up. No matter what, do not hesitate to ask for their attention. I pay them a lot of money to take care of us – all three of us – and they will, by god, stay here as long as you are in this bed, or I will have their heads."He was mad all over again and looking for someone to take it out on. Polly and he already. And something else was moving back and forth. A thumb. There was a thumb in her bed. Also not hers. She felt a hand on her stomach and a thumb was moving back and forth over her belly button. Odd. But still, it felt nice. She breathed in deeply and opened her eyes. Groggy. As her eyes focused, she saw a dark mass next to her. It was a man. There was a man in the house. Again, odd. She focused. This was important. She looked the figure over with logical eyes. He was wearing a dark jacket,. Not enough young guys voluntarily enter the program. Maybeyour high school counsellor used you to increase the school's specialprograms appropriation. Still, I can't make excuses for this failure.For now, let's try to make amends for what happened back then. Shallwe?"She, or should I say he, no I suppose I should refer to her as "she"hugged me tightly like a big sister would and told me to come by everyday after class for the next few weeks or so, and she'd explain theBMTI program's objectives.