" What is he doing there? I thought you said he was hurt." It's the Violent Heart."Those two words was all the detective had to say. There was a gre...tdeal of news about the mental manipulation that Violent Heart did. Butthe general public didn't know how bad it could be. The effects wereusually minimized to prevent a panic, although there were rumors."But my son always wore protection. We all did."Mrs. Martin was referring to the thought altering protection that wasso common now. Women's. Compared to the smaller waist they definitely screamed girl toanyone seeing me! I couldn't help notice my smoother legs, too.Everything seemed peaches and cream which drove me crazy. Gone was mytan and all the muscles I'd worked so hard for last summer, wasted awayin an instant to be replaced by softness and curves!I was very alarmed at how small my genitals had become, shrinking to thepoint where I barely made a bulge now! I slipped my fingers into myunderwear band to take a look but decided. “Why are we doing this?” Nancy asked.“Johnny. He is Father John’s son; they haven’t talked for two or three years and Johnny doesn’t believe anything his dad is involved with.” Bill whispered.“And you feel a demonstration might crack that door?” Nancy nodded, “Okay.”When things were set, the gun fired. Teresa screamed. As the bullet floated in front of Bill, he looked over and saw Johnny’s mouth hang open in wonder. Bill reached out for the spinning bullet and handed it to Johnny. Johnny. The first Sunday after we legally took possession of our building, I set off to prepare for a celebration.At the door, I was met by the sight of crudely painted graffiti. 'Heresy!' 'Pagans'. 'Blasphemers!'I went in. The ladies were there already, as was Dick. The girls were in tears and Dick appeared on the verge of it too and a uniformed police officer was there. Dick led him over to me."Mister Bolton? Reverend? I'm PC South." Jim is just fine, Constable," I said, "I'm not ordained. I suppose.