.Mr White newly refurbished bedroom was really very nice and now had a four poster bed and was very well equipped with everything he could possibly ne...d. The bed was firm but comfortable and he slept like a log.He awoke at six as usual just in time to hear a tap at his door “Enter” said Mr WhiteIt was Mary with his tea and morning breakfast on a silver platter.“Put it on the side table” said Mr WhiteMary carefully placed the tray on the side table and Mr White slid his hand under Mary’s dress. More winding corridors. Many doors. Now I hear activity, voices, somewhere not too far away."Let's get dressed," says the nurse.She shows me into a small room, plushly adorned in oozing pink. Carpeted, wallpapered, furnished, decorated. Hyperfeminine. Perfumed. Like a swank prissy chick's princess bedroom. "I think you know what to do," said the nurse.I knew. Into the closets and drawers I went. Tons of super girly clothes. All pink and white frou-frou. No tough black leather here. No beloved. I know, wrong context.“Joe, give me a hand.” Some snickering, a few grunts and then nothing. The voices faded beyond the door, suddenly muted followed by a click. I wondered what had happened and what they did with Joe.A few minutes went by before I cracked my door for a better listen. Silence. There was no way these drunks could be that quiet and no way they all passed out at the same time. I ventured out into the room. My first scan revealed nothing. I half expected to see Joe propped up,. "Mama's here to feed you. My belly's full of nutritious honey to make you all better."The boy's mouth, pressed to her belly, opened slightly."Oh my god," Annie cried. "He's responding!" The boy tilted his head and attempted to lick the sheen of honey from her abdomen, but his lips and tongue were very weak.Charlotte grasped here abundantly full belly in both hands and pushed it forward, trying to help the boy. He licked her clumsily and then his head fell back in exhaustion."Oh honey,".