Pausing a second to get her bearings, she spotted the reception desk and ran towards it calling in a loud voice.“I’m sorry, I’m late, I’m sorr...y, don’t hurt my family”.The woman behind the desk, a woman of about 40 with her dark hair pulled into a loose knot and wearing the black and white uniform of the Department of Corrections, looked up slowly from behind the desk and stopped typing.“Name?” she snapped.“Kayleigh McEnany”.“You are late,” the Department of Corrections woman said “I was just. Shimmi noticed that something stiffing upwards made a tent and slightly jerked in my lap and she asked “uncle, what is that?” she indexed with her finger at my erected penis. I replied “It’s my genital.” She then asked “why it is standing and skipping?” I replied “it became thirsty, would you like to touch it.” Shimmi nodded her head up and down that signed “yes”. I told her “okay, now get up and touch it.” She got up and grabbed my penis tightly and told “oh, it’s so hard, fat and long, how it. I smiled at her and told her that I think it was just a sprain and that I was going to be alright. She instructed me to get onto the patient’s bed so that she could inspect my ankle.As I did so, Dr Jillian removed her coat for comfort, placing it on her chair before making her way over to me. She was wearing a purple blouse and a dark skirt. I was lying on my side, with my left ankle facing towards her, my right shoulder propped me up as I spoke to her, explaining what had happened. She moved. As Bill sat down in Pastor Markham's office, he felt a sense of peace as well as a strong need to explain why he hadn't been at church and what had happened in his life. As much as he could talk to his father, this was a man who could look at things more dispassionately and perhaps give him some guidance. He badly needed a sense of direction right now.Pastor Markham listened patiently to Bill's recounting of his meeting Zena and his feelings about living with her and then his discovery of her.