Or at least in me. Thankfully, his ego was also strong, as was his willingness to keep his talents in check.What was missing with Bobby was his supere...go. Freud would have said his upbringing prevented him from forming internalized morals and standards, usually acquired from our parents, family, and society at large. Bobby had no parents. His ‘family’ was a convent of nuns, and he had almost no interaction with society at large until I removed him from the cocoon that St. [redacted] was and. I said, "Britt, you could make an up close, personal inspection!" They laughed even more.Britt knelt in front of me and looked carefully at the suit and what little it hid. She said, "I believe you're right, Chad. Upon a close inspection, shaving is necessary!" Mom was laughing so hard that she was leaning against the doorframe to keep from falling.She finally caught her breath and said, "Now, you will know what we go through with our bikinis!" She and Britt laughed some more. Britt was close. He was in a bit of a huff when we came downstairs a few moments later. “Friends of yours?” Kathy asked.“They threatened me if I didn’t tell them your rooms.” There was fear in his eyes likely from what we might do to him for telling them.“Well they won’t bother you again,” she commented.“I can see that. What should I do with them?”“Toss them out on the street like the one earlier today,” I said.We went back upstairs, locked the rooms and cleaned up. Since we were awake we had an early dinner.. And that was only the half of it. Even if you could hide your power source and bury it safely away some day, the power still fucked you up inside. In ways that were hard to pick at first, and hard to control in the end. Little ways which become huge motherfuckers of ways. Lies. No, not lies at first. Just undisclosed times and details. But the lies come soon enough. The secret times of connecting to the power. The fact that you’re still powered up without needing the coal-powered day to day..