Every time I caressed a portion of her body, she seemed to tell me how it felt. The arms and fingers were giving me the biggest problem but I decided ...hat my clay was a little to wet to support them. I solved that by making some props out of cardboard and soap. The soap was to support the arms without distorting them. I carved some molds into the soap in the shape of the arms and placed the soap on top of a triangular cardboard support. With a little bit of experimenting, I soon had them done.. A lot of people, stuffy… A middle-aged woman with heavy bags in her both hands addressed us:- Guys, can I get past?- Which way? We can’t even move… - Max replied in a rude voice, he was older and bolder than we were (he was 19, and we were 18).- But I have to get off now! – The woman insisted.- But we don’t! – Matthew giggled in response.- Let me to the door, bastards! – She flared up.Having heard an offensive word Max caught her by the throat:- What did you call us, bitch?The woman stared at. "I love you very, very much. Don't you ever be afraid of me." Their eyes met for a moment, then he turned to Diana."And you, my love. I love you with all my heart." He tenderly kissed her, then swatted both of them on the rear. "Let's check on Helen."At Helen's door, they knocked.After a couple of moments she opened the door with, "Why are you knocking? I walk into your kitchen and living room any time I want, per your instructions, the only caveat being to not get embarrassed if something is. ’ ‘Someone could use some anti-psychotics I think.’ The nurse said squeezing her cheek. ‘I’ll show her around myself.’ The doctor said. He pushed the wheelchair through the hallways, and entered empty room with nothing but bed. White walls, white ceiling. ‘Welcome home.’ The doctor said. He helped her up out of the wheelchair and carried her weakened body to the bed. He laid her down carefully. He said that other patients didn’t have such expensive shoes or expensive clothes, that she.