If only he knew this man was expertly fingering his wife right behind him. Francis kept fingering me with a slow steady motion. My legs were getting ...eak and I was struggling to maintain the pose. Francis removed his had and went back in front of Adam to show the next pose. “Next is the happy baby pose.” Francis laid on his back and grabbed his feel holding them high in the air while his knees stretched to either side of his chest. Once again Adam and I did the same. This time though Francis. His past was too fragmented and fraught with horrific experiences of war and of violence that few people experienced in ten lifetimes. Besides, as if a severed celluloid film strip and with the projector still rolling he saw nothing and only heard but, ‘click, click, click,’ whenever he tried to remember anything from his past. All of those memories ended when he suffered a severe head injury. All of those memories became jumbled electrical connections and broken brain impulses when an IED blew. Millie couldn't think of betraying Mr. Bell that way. Our attraction was going to stay just that, an unfulfilled attraction.Sandra never really got over almost killing me in the shower. I didn't think she did much of anything but knock me off balance. She thought she almost killed me with her "uncontrolled lust." She still smiled, petted me, and even copped the odd feel, but never again did she approach me like that day in the shower.During one of our frequent rest periods, as we fully broke in. He was treating me like a father, with lots of attention, and this made me feel good. Wayne went downstairs to the laundry room and told me to follow. Some of Erika's old clothes were thrown at me."Put these on," said Wayne, "and follow me to the backyard."After putting on a blue shirt and a pink dress, I went out the back door to the backyard. Wayne was waiting for me. He stood near a giant wooden crate with the words HANDLE WITH CARE printed on the side."I got this crate here shipped over.