Mom had bought me fivepocketbooks as well as the shoes and clothes. I felt a little guiltyabout it so I gave Mom a little hug. "Thanks for the stuff, ...om. And I'msorry for getting angry."She kissed me on the top of my head. "You're welcome, Sonny Jim," shesaid in her best Irish voice, and tousled my red hair. She sounded asgenuine as my old uncle from Ireland. I laughed.The ride back was sunny and nice and uneventful, my little tantrum allbut forgotten, it seemed. Danielle and I went to our. Missy escorted Sushi and I to our table.While waiting for our meal, Sushi and I created a list of functional groups. They are:MedicalTagMarshaGayleSushiHelenBethEngineeringJamesJoeNancyHousekeeping/CarpenterPaulAnneSofieLeahSaharaAstronaut/PilotAnuShariWendyAgricultureToniI was going to have our lunch tables with name tags. It was important to have the functional groups working before we left Earth.Maria made me my favorite pecan waffle. Sushi had a cherry pie waffle.Sushi and I rode into. " I don't like this," he muttered. "I don't like any part of it!" But you'll do it," said Mildred. "You know very well that you'll do it!"Doris felt another hand touching her buttocks; gently this time, tenderly."Oh, Doctor," she moaned, "don't hurt me--I've been hurt enough already!" Don't worry, my dear," he whispered, "this won't cause you any pain."She felt a slim tube being inserted up her sore asshole and jerked herself."Just keep still," he murmured. "You'll like this, Doris, really like. In my mind I saw him being hurtled away from me, out into space, smaller and smaller until he was only a speck. And then the speck disappeared.He did give me an address, and I wrote two dozen letters to him that day; angry letters, tearful letters, frightened letters, hopeless letters. I tore them all up into tiny pieces. I finally forced myself to write a letter that lied — I said I was doing OK, and I loved him. After that, I tried to write him every day. I made up stories of the things I was.