As it was, my job as a parole officeralready attracted the attention of various miscreants, although I'd yet toencounter an individual savvy enough to...locate my home address. That, seemingly,had changed, at least for the time being. On my doorstep next to the morning paper was a shoebox with a single longstemmed black rose and a male doll in it. It was a "Ken" doll, wearinga long, white wedding dress (presumably from Barbie's wardrobe) and impaledwith a large nail. The nail had been pounded. I wave to the big man, and he spreads her legs apart. She tries tokick him, but he is very strong. She keeps bringing her legs together. ?Stop that.? She doesn't listen to me. I grab her other breast with myother hand. ?What are you doing?? She asks me. She sounds very afraid, but she shouldhave listened to me. I pick my feet up off the floor, and hang from her breasts.She starts to scream, and throw her chest from side to side. She swings meback and forth, but that only makes it worse for her.. She didn't know she was playing with fire.She was preparing coffee. Uncle was standing beside her. After few seconds he tried to touch her hand where it was cut. He took her hand in his and started caressing. Mom pulled her hand back and said, "What are you doing Vinod ji...?" Yes, she was teasing uncle. She was playing this game of cat and mouse with uncle. Now I was really feeling sad about mom as uncle was obviously going to give it back to her. And I knew she won't be able to handle him. Please, I would like to see them."That was when I went through the routine of trying to drive a knife through my hand and having it bounce off. I did say that Jenny or Mary could shoot me with a Glock if she wanted to see what a bullet would do. Susan turned that down, so I went on to demonstrate my strength by bending a steel bar that I had detoured to pick up in the garage. "If you want to see me run at 40 MPH, we will have to go outside because there is no room for that in the house." No, I.