I'm not sure who created the term 'physical therapy.' It is more like physical torture. The sadistic woman that got hold of me was proof of that.Every...thing she did to me hurt like hell.After lunch, I was at the beginning of a set of 'Parallel Bars' bars on each side of me. My hands held my weight, as my legs shook beneath me. She told me to take a step. I was determined to show her.One step, and my knees collapsed. My hands slipped, and the bars caught me in my underarms. I screamed in pain.Her. John'sthoughts suddenly seemed to falter... anyway, people didn't get 'heldback' in the UK, that was a Yank idea, wasn't it?"A bit out of it, hun?" asked Rachel, a wicked smile creeping onto herlips. "Perhaps you'll start thinking clearer if we..."***It happened again. The world just seemed to stop and start. John looked atthe mirror again. This time it was makeup. His entire face was coated withthe over-the-top makeup of a young teen girl. His eyelashes were and huge,dark frames to his blue. I wondered if any of my other buds had gotten Mom in bed. My ice queen Mother had a side that I had never suspected. She always had a soft spot for Roger. Hmmm.The next weekend was the Valley Festival and most of the town turned out. Dad didn't want to go, so I picked Mom up late Saturday morning. We walked through all the exhibits, hand in hand, just a Mother and her loving Son. Nothing to see here, folks. As we were eating our hotdogs for lunch, we heard a voice behind us. "What are you two. "I was a little taken aback but answered, "Your past wife, Maker and a blonde human, who was she?" Ahhh of course the important loves." He said to himself and answered me more loudly, "She was one that I fell for but found that I loved her too much to bring her into this life, so she lived hers out and passed on quite a bit ago. Still I do not regret my decision, although she never forgave me for it." So when you bite into me, do you see pictures too?"He gave me a faint smile, "No, I sense.