” She pointed to the signature line at the bottom of the page.My eyes widened, and sweat trickled down my back as I read the summary recommendations...under “Fitness for Duty” TERMINATE WITHOUT PREJUDICE & REASSIGN.“What the hell?”I gasped as a jolt of fear-driven adrenaline surged through my body and my gut twisted two ways from Tuesday, and my knees started to shake.“Do you trust me?” She rested her hand on my leg to still my trembling.“Er, um, yes, I suppose so.”I tensed my leg and forced. You called me, remember?" Oh. That's right." So do you like Ronnie, or just Veronica?" I guess it's okay. But nobody really ever called me either one. I'malways Ronald. So I don't know. But you..... You're doing it. Reallydoing it." I had to."She sniffed, "I think I did to. But I didn't. Even though I alwaysthought about it. Well now I'm almost fifty. I guess I'm not brave likeyou. I can't even..... I mean I even have trouble going out around peopleas a boy. In line at the market, I get. It still has the same equipment in it, the knives, probes, a chainsaw-looking contraption, and a few other torure devices and machines I dont recognize at all... which both fascinates and terrifies me. “Get on the table,” He orders, motioning to a kind of black, metal examining table with restraints. I quickly climb up on the table and lay on my back. He restrains my arms and...and soon I am helpless and completely at his mercy which I doubt exists. He disappears out of my peripherals and I. You look intently into my eyes for all of three seconds, which while they last seem like an eternity, and once past seem like one of those fleeting moments whose existence one is not even sure of. You look away at one corner of the room, into mundane space which allows your mind to travel away from your immediate surroundings. I sit by patiently looking at the air around us to maintain the decency of not staring at your face. After all, there is no other place my mind would like to wander off.