Earnest had no idea if he would EVER get usedto that.Earnest was about to climb into bed when an idea occurred to him. Earnestdecided to kneel and pra..., not in a spirit of thankfulness, but in aspirit of confrontation. He put his hands together and bowed his head andthen whispered.(Our smartass who art in heaven, harrowed be thy fate, if you don'tanswer, me when I'm talking, you WON'T be able to hide in heaven.)Earnest once again found himself in that strange luminescent white ether.The. His breath was ragged and, as he carefully ran a hand along his ribcage, the pain told him he had broken two or three of his ribs. He didn't think that he had punctured anything vital, but the pain from his body was so pervasive that he wasn't sure if he would be able to pinpoint a specific injury.It took him more than a day to work his way out of the tree, and, if you had asked him to recall how, he wouldn't have been able to tell. It was all a feverish, pain-filled blur. His next clear memory. The next morning I no longer felt nervous, just excited. I had formed abond with Dr. Morris. A bond based on trust and respect. He knew myinner secrets like no other man and accepted me for who I was, inside.Now he had made the outside match how I felt inside. So I was excited tosee him again. My thoughts turned to our previous exams and how theembarrassment at being nude in front of him and allowing him to probeand touch me in intimate ways mixed with the fantasy I had created in myhead of his. I spent most of the time working on the computers. I wrote a nice bitmap art program for the Mac, which included animated bitmaps, and used it to draw the artwork for a computer game. Then I wrote a compiler that I could port to the IBM when I got it.With artwork and compiler finished, and plenty of time on my hands I wrote the Macintosh version of the computer game Civilization. With more time on my hands I wrote a new compiler that would let me write programs for my Apple //e. Then I wrote a.