"What happened after that?" I don't really know. I was taken out of the hospital and put into some truck, then I was drugged up and I was knocked out ...or a long time. When I woke up, I was in some strange room. It was like a hospital room, but there were no windows or tables, just a bed, which I was on, and some doctors looking over me. They told that I was healed, but they had also taken the liberty to 'help' me some more. They didn't tell me what they did, but they tortured me after. "Holmes fought against the wave of disgust rising in him, he smiled."I would very much like to, at an appropriate time - as you determine, Herr Professor."Burgabiter beamed, and his enlarged ego flew."Then Mr Holmes you shall, but you must understand - sacrifices must be made for science. Painful one's sometimes." Naturally sir, just as long as it is one with less of a shining intellect than ourselves, why should it matter?" Holmes replied, swallowing his bile."A man of my own heart, such. And I have, I think, about 6pairs of hotpants, which are all different colours...And I've also gotthese shoes."As Jim said the word shoes, in an almost subconcious movement, he raisedhis dangling leg almost parallel with the floor for a few seconds, andswivelled his shoe back and forth at his ankle. As he did so, the blackglossy stiletto almost seemed to sparkle as the remaining light coming infrom the window, combined with the light from the living room lamps,danced off it.As Jim brought his. Probably be gone all day.”“That Jaime girl from last night?” Steve chuckled.“Yes, Dad,” Craig sighed, knowing he’d never hear the end of it.“I knew it!” Steve cheered. “Oh, I meant to check in with ya. Is she ok? Those boys last night were sayin’ some awful things bout her.”“Yeah, she’s better now. She was pretty upset at first, though.”“I can imagine, what with the shit they were makin’ up!” Catching an odd look on his son’s face, Steve continued, “They did make it up, right?”“Dad…”“Ah,.