It was all very dreamlike. If not for the nurses talking about the three people who prayed over me for two days before my miraculous recovery, I would... probably have dismissed it as a hallucination.”“How long have you been able to read minds?”“It started in the hospital, maybe a week after you left. I had started to recover. I was getting stronger and had finally stopped sleeping all the time. But there were these odd symptoms that seemed to be left over from the accident. I kept feeling things. You’re such an unbeliefable slave, totally addicted to your mummy’s pee and shit and now at least to her nasty barf.” “Yummy” I said. “You better empty that bowl, you know how much the breakfast was so I don’t want to waste it, at least if that means my slave son must eat his mummy mistresses fresh, warm barf.” I swallowed piece after piece of my nameless soup, the deeper I got in the bowl and the more emptied it the bigger and the easier to identify the different pieces became. I tried to. Part of me was glad she was resisting, part of me, the traitor part, wanted her to give in. It just hurt so much, and I cursed myself for being weak.Like a bucket of cold water being dashed over me, the pain ended. I slumped painfully in my collar and struggled to stand up. Not wanting to, but having to I caught a quick glimpse of what was happening before shutting my eyes tight. Jenny was standing, surrounded by the three. The woman was gently cupping a perfect lovely breast, while one man was. Did you not notice that fact? Did you ask for a legal opinion? The Program booklet states on page 10, item 1, I’ll read right here: ‘Local Program officials may make exemptions for students unable to participate in the Program. These exemptions will not be given lightly and will be limited to... ‘ and lists these two items, ‘diplomatic status, international treaty.’”“Well, Mr Porter, I didn’t notice your citizenship status but don’t see that it’s important. As a registered pupil, you’re.