“What happened, my ankle is really hurting?” I asked. “You fell over the wall, but don’t worry, an ambulance is on the way.” One of the boys...told me. Two hours later, Martin and I left the hospital’s emergency room. My head was OK but unfortunately I had a badly sprained ankle with a tiny fracture, I would need a week on crutches with a bit of therapy to get me back to normal. The following day I spent mostly in bed letting the pills the hospital gave me do their work. By late afternoon my mind. .Panties.Women's panties.Now, if I lived in a frat house or a dorm room on campus, I would havepassed it off as a joke. Sort of a reverse panty raid.But as I said, I lived alone, and no one could have snuck into my bedroomovernight.I wondered what to do for a bit, then decided that since going commandoreally wasn't my style, I might as well wear the panties.They felt rather nice, and the soft material almost felt like a caress onmy skin. I tried to ignore the feeling, and finished getting. "What's the matter?" My students were completely silent, most leaning forward."Angelo's been..." Maxie looked at the class and stopped."What? What happened to Angelo?" I was frantic."He's in the hospital. I'll tell you on the way."I dismissed my confused class and went with Maxie. In the car, he told me there had been an assassination attempt on Angelo and that he was shot up pretty badly."The Don too," Maxie said."Don who?" The Don. The Godfather. Don Castello ... Angelo's father.He told me. I couldn't see any othermall cops and each baby was more normal than the last. "I don't seeit." Hold on." He said, fumbling clumsily with the device's dials. "Let metry to undo that." He pressed the button again. I held my breath, butnothing changed. For a moment I thought I heard the telltale zzzztttttnoise, but it was so subtle I could easily just have imagined it."Shit!" a growing look of alarm was spreading across his face. Iwinced."What did you do?" I asked."I don't know! How the hell do.