" Said the 2nd man.They showed me a video on their tablet. It showed the gun going off, me falling to my ass and Melissa running the mugger into the...path of the Semi. I opened my shirt and checked my stomach. Nothing."May I see, can you open it fully?" Said Muller.They both looked, no scars, no bandages, no stitches."I don't understand." Said Cole."We're going to look at the source of this video again Sir, this doesn't make sense, it shows you being shot but there's no way. Sorry to have. His conscious and unconsciousreactions to the initial interview pretty much put the kibosh on anytherapy that would erase the "artifact" and replace it with thefunctional program. At least, I'll be able to push him through thecycle more quickly. He's already focusing on me as a point for theanger phase, and I have some ideas that elements of the original programwill accelerate that.The problem is, he's very much a fully actualized personality. Evenignoring the ethical questions of causing an. My mom stands back up still smiling from ear from ear to ear, as shetakes my hand and we start walking to Macy's. I look around and see weare walking threw the girls department. We stop in front of the pantiesdisplay as I see mommy take some pink panties and put them up to me."Sweetie lifts your dress up for a second I want to see if these pantiesare your size." I do as I am told. I realize I am holding the front ofmy dress up and everyone walking by can see my sagging diaper. Wow I amsaying my. My ladies definitely checked my body for any bruises. They especially paid attention to places that I wasn't hit but I wasn't going to argue.The tee times had been set for nine and I just finished getting dressed when Michael called. "Are you up for golf this morning?" I'm fine. Not even a headache. I'll meet you in the lobby." I lied about the headache because I didn't want to worry anyone.Everyone was there when I strolled in and I got the usual questions. It seemed everyone was down-playing.