Darla's head is completely enclosed in a heavy leatherpunishment helmet. Inside the hood heavy pads are strategically placed to covereach eye, and muf...le each ear. There are no eyeholes, no possibility of lightinfiltrating her darkness. The hood forms to her features, with two small fittingat her nose. Each fitting has a small tube that enters her nostril on the inside.The tubes pass through the leather, and protrude a half inch outside the hood.The tubes are threaded at the end and there are. And really, when you're alive and well and with the one you love, just about anything can strike you funny, can't it?She's come so far, he thinks, since the days when she first came home from the hospital. Learning to move around the house unassisted. Folding laundry, washing dishes. Slowly getting the hang of cooking again, simple things like boiled eggs, but a start. She's even using the computer again, a little bit, with the help of a program that reads aloud what's on the screen.And now. As I was still feeling the pressure of his hand on my waist I wondered, “What was he going to do with me?” for a second. But then assured myself thinking, “He is my uncle and has seen me grow up all these years. He won’t do anything like that.” (Where I was dead wrong!)I was immersed in my own thoughts. I was jolted back to reality with a firm pull on my right hand. Someone had grabbed me and was pulling me in his direction. I raised my head and saw one of my students. “We were worried about. Oh, and did I mention the many unknown males I find passed out there from the night before? My bathroom is the only one of the three that is worth using, and the only one with a toilet seat. I avoid the four other bedrooms at all costs, you never know what’s in there that’s going to eat you alive or drench you in foul odors. “Rob, what the hell are you doing?” “Nothing, Jay, just looking for more beer.” “You drank it all last night, dunderhead.” “No I didn’t, I wasn’t even here last night.”.