It looks like theyperformed a surgery to sever the ligaments that would allow her to walkor crawl... and not knowing her medical history..." What?" Do... you know if she ever had a c-section?" She hadn't," the man told me.'It's obvious this guy knew her... he was getting pretty pissed offwith everything I said.'I sighed. "I'm guessing they performed a hysterectomy and a breastreduction surgery," I said as I snapped her onesie back closed over herwet diaper. The girl cooed nonsensically then and I. It’s my ex. Her long thick dirty blonde hair is up in a bun and no makeup. I’ve never thought she needed it.I can feel my body tensing and my heart jumping in my throat, knowing my day could potently get a hell of a lot worse. “What are you doing here?”“I was told you were sick. I like you when you’re sick, you’re easier to deal with.” I can hear the evil behind her words and I can’t help but smirk.“So you’re in a better mood I take it?” I ask, taking another hit of the joint and pass it to. " Well, yeah I guess."We just sat there for a while."Are those contact lenses?" I asked, looking at her eyes."No fucking way!" she said, "I hate phony shit like that."I glanced at her hair. She noticed."Yeah, the hair! But the hair is obvious. It's how I tell the world that I do things my own way, and fuck 'em if they don't like it. Your eyes, though, you see the world through your eyes. If they're fake, everything you see in the world is fake. Fuck that shit."I didn't say anything. I just. I double pressed the rewind button and took the opportunity to make my tea. While I was adding milk the tape's whirl clunked to a stop and then I heard the machine begin playing. There was some cheesy music, not his style at all, and some muffled dialogue. I couldn't make it out.I walked back from the kitchen to a scene, seemingly across half the wall, of a crowd of naked men around a single woman on her back. I didn't initially recognize what I was looking at. The symmetry made me think I was.