Mrs. Peterson was always so well put together. She actually had a pretty similar figure to Abby.They walked into Mrs. Peterson's room and cut directly...into her closet. "Have a seat, girl, we'll find you something a little more appropriate."Mrs. Peterson pulled out a few suits. She hadn't really purchased swimsuits over the years with the aim of keeping herself totally covered -- she knew what her physical strengths were, wide hips and an ample ass and big tits had given her more than a few. Would I even want that again?Full realisation of what she had done with my life since that lastmeeting in that coffee shop was difficult to bear. The secure unit theyhad her in was bad enough - soothing colours, bolted down furniture,patients crackling with intensity or weary with medication, wary staff.On seeing her in that stuffy meeting room I almost turned and walkedout, but I left it a heartbeat too long and she turned as the nursecoughed to get her attention. A year's hair growth had been. Lizzy said, here's the deal, we get you to get him off and that leads to the next step. Mom said "get him off? that's the same thing!!" Lizzy continued, the next step doesn't even necessarily mean "the whole thing" just the next step. This way it can stop if it has to.That was all I heard as Michelle got me up the stairs, pushed me towards my bed and doubled back down before mom could notice she was gone.Mom never came to bed that night, she must have slept on the couch. I was awake with no. Lifeless, it will stay frozen like that forever. The symbol of her paralyzed self. And eventually the muscles would wither and shrink, the nice curves vanishing completely. The door of the nurse’s room was closed; there was no one to be seen around. Simon slipped into ward 8 and cautiously closed the door. Moonlight was bathing the girl’s calm face with yellowish light. Her full lips were slightly parted, her white even teeth gleaming underneath. Absolute sleeping beauty. Simon looked at his.