. What was it he said before he sat down? Somethingabout what color he wanted?" Aunt Agnes smiled."I think I know what he meant..." Deb chuckled as sh... reached into herbag.Some time later, Taylor woke up, and realized he was still in thechair. His hands felt weird, and he looked down at them, seeing thathis fingernails had been lengthened and been painted a bright pinkcolor."What the hell?" Taylor screamed. "Aunt Agnes!" Why are you screaming, Taylor?" Aunt Agnes asked as she walked intothe. A row of thick tree trunks run along the wooden fence. The thick tree trunks and spidery branches are plated with jagged gray bark. Crete Myrtles are scattered around them yet dwarfed by the oak trees, having yet to bloom. The wooden white house has little that is distinguishable. The roof is covered in a thin sheet of black sandy shingles and smoke flows heavily from the chimneys black ashy coal covered opening. The lush green grass parts into a straight path of concrete. A weathered screen. We learned a whole lot by spying on our parents to. If they were drinking, they would never know we were in the room watching them. We seen our parents do some crazy things in the bedroom. After watching them, we would sneek away to our own bedroom and fuck like crazy. While we were doing all this sneeking around watching our parents and learning, we actually discovered that something was going on between our parents as well. One night we heard talking and whispering outside of Carols bedroom. Jack and Mikieremained silent while Alisa explained the situation as she saw it.Dr. Zaaijer kept an impassive face while looking at the family. Hewasn't really concerned with what the problems were, but there wassomething about this family that Dr. Zaaijer could use to satisfy hissick needs. Dr. Zaaijer could make some changes to this family. Theywould be clay in his hands and he would mold them to his liking. Heparticularly liked Jack and Mikie. He could do some amazing things withthem. .