At the time, Reverend Onager seemed to want to erase my visit from his thoughts. It made no sense. There was a way I could learn the whole story, with...certainty, but my imprisonment denied my ever speaking with Eleanor Tuttle.I worked another month of autumn, suffering my son’s baptisms of sperm. One day, a stranger approached. I spied the tall, well dressed man in time to scurry into hiding. Hortense greeted him at the far end of our land. They spoke for an hour. At one point my son scratched. I hate these things. Click. "Sweet. First try."Inside my locker was my gym bag and some books for later in the day. Theinside of the locker had a few pictures taped to it.A picture of Christina and Cindy at a football game. Christina wasdressed in the marching band uniform and Cindy was dressed in hercheerleading uniform. It was likely taken recently since Cindy's afreshman this year.There was also a prom picture of Christina at what looks like the JuniorProm. I didn't recognize the boy. John asked to speak to Sharyn privately for a minute. I didn't like it but it seemed normal to me, maybe going over a few things and didn't want me to make her nervous.Sharyn emerged and said she was going to stay and shoot another shoot and that there might be some partial nudity, they wanted to use her image or photo on the cover of some of their more risqué productions which we were quickly learning include some soft core adult films, I said I Think I better stay and she asked me to get lost. It’s going to take a very long time to do that,” Susan sounded weird when she said those words.“What’s wrong with me? I’m not sick, am I? Am I dying?” said a nearly panicking Joni.“It may depend on how you look at it. Some may say there’s nothing wrong with you. They’d even say it’s a miracle. You’re not sick or dying. Although you may feel like it, wow, this is hard, I can’t say it,” Mary choked out.After a few seconds, Susan spoke up, “The reason you’re not changing back to normal is that.