"So for the next fifteen minutes Charles sat across from Connie and told her about what he had done at the park. He did however leave out any mention ...bout how people responded to him even after being reprogrammed. At the moment, Charles felt Connie didn't need to worry about it, although he knew that they would be talking about it soon."Okay," Connie said thoughtfully as Charles came to the end of his tale, "and you used these findings to reprogram Jennifer and Anna Taylor?" Yes," Charles said. "Patrick, honey, you are badly hurt. Let me take care of it, please," she said, concern in her voice. I saw the same concern through the tears in the girl's eyes, especially Amy and Cindi. Katie and Becky just seemed to be standing around, not sure of what to do to help."No," I said again. "I don't want it just healed. I want Sammi to see what she is responsible for." I closed my eyes, fighting back another wave of nausea. I saw the girls look at me in shock."Patrick, it wasn't her fault,". He had just finished playing with his friends on his return from the local Catholic school. Climbing the stairs to the small apartment he lives in with his mother, he heard a male voice talking to her.This was not usual because him mother often plied her trade in the small apartment. He had learned to wait in the small kitchen until she was done. It never took long. His mother was not a pretty woman and the men just wanted a quick release. This time it was different. He found his mother sitting. Her dark eyelined eyes, passionately tearing through the clothes of the men that caught her eye in the room.Now she stepped towards him, out of the shadows into the red light, her eyes locked onto his. Instictively he wrapped one hand around her leather clad ass, the other moving towards her breast as he leaned in to kiss her. He could feel her breath on his lips as he brushed against hers, then running his tongue along her neck as they began to grind against each other, teasing her neck with.