They finally arrived at their ranch, and they quickly grabbed her and rushed her into cold dungeon and chained her vertically on spreader bars. ?Plea...e, let me sit or lie down...my legs and body ache so much! Please!!!? she cried, sobbing. ?You should of thought of that, bitch!? Was her response. They left her there, and servants came in. They threw extremely hot water on her, causing her to scream and struggle with what little energy and voice she had left. They then plucked each of. I asked what the light was for. The clerk continued telling Jessie that there were holes in both sides of the booths. So if you go in the booths on the other side there's a good chance you get to see a man stick his junk through to ya. A green light means that both is empty. That meant there were a lot more people in this place than meets the eye.Jessie pulled me to the back of the store and around the backside of the booths. The doors from this side were pink. However there were no green. It was a game, he told me I couldn’t do it, he challenged me, so I went after it with gusto. He was retired and I went to his house almost every day, either at lunch or after work or I know cause it was a game…anyway, that’s a story for another time. I say I’m curious cause I want to keep learning. Semantics, whatever. Does it really matter? I dont really like labels, people should just be who they are, why must there be a name for it? Anyway, back to Jonathan. I simply asked, ‘What do you. Some were hopeful and optimistic, others were terrified that they weren’t cured, that they were dying still, or were destined for more suffering and pain. Depression, loneliness, and fear (of death, I think) was common among the older patientsIt was a barrage of emotions and sensations, some of them quite horrible, but once I recognized what it was, that the emotions were not my own, I was able to compartmentalize. I felt that sometimes I was able to help some of these people, to offer some.