Some of Daisy," stammered theold man's body."I think they're all mind scrambled," said Greenbaum, in the littlegirl's body. "Like what happened to Doc...tor Crebitz. Or the old Navajoman." What about the rest of you?" asked Rhonda.The bearded man stood, half-crouching and drooling, but silent. Theteenage boy merely nodded his head affirmatively. The pregnant womanstruggled to answer."We ... me ... also ... half," she said. "Too many voices ... too manyvoices ... too much!" Greenbaum, can you take. And I really didn’t know what to suggest. So I asked her to hold while I consulted someone else. I called the line they have so we can run things by people who have legitimate training. I talked to a psychologist who’s on-call for this kind of thing.”“OK. What did he say?”“She. It was a woman.”“OK, what did she say?”“She said that in cases like this one, it’s highly likely that the boy is using his mother’s panties to masturbate because of the way it makes him feel, physically.”“No shit, huh?”. . and Mitch had become one of them. They had a tiny, run-down house in a rough, dark part of town, and their boys were allowed to sleep on the covered back porch and eat out of the kitchen when they needed to, as long as they did what the girls wanted, including servicing their sexual whims. On several occasions when Matt was really in a bind, Mitch had gotten permission for him to crash there too, though he tried to keep his young brother out of any of the shady dealings the others. "Number 226 means the apartment is on the second floor, Pops, and it's one of the apartments in Building L. Every building is labeled alphabetically..."Discouraged because he stood in front of Building C, he decided to drive around the rabbit warren until he located Building L. Walking could take half a day.Before he turned to his pickup, a female voice said, "You look lost. May I help you?"A young woman, younger than Nora, and very pregnant, was walking a funny-looking, small dog."I'm looking.