When he was satisfied with the gooey substance that foamed in his buckets, he began pouring it into his molds.When he was satisfied with the gooey substance that foamed in his buckets, he began pouring it into his molds.... -=*=- Sunlight streaming in the window warmed her body as Flora awoke. She felt strange, as if still dreaming, with a dull, numb feeling enveloping her. As she woke up a bit more, she realized that someone had put a thin latex helmet on her head. She felt for a zipper to undo it, but it was apparently sealed under a glued seam. The helmet had eye, nose and mouth openings, so she took it in stride, having worn such helmets for years. She started to get up, happy to be able to move again, only to be startled when she realized that Mr. Dodds was sitting in a chair next to the door. He looked a little weary, but he must have been happy. He was smiling broadly. "Here," he said. "I brought you some juice. No, don't lie down, we've a lot to do today. Besides, I want to examine you." At Flora's intake of breath and indignant look, he quickly added, "Now, my good man, there's no point stalling." Flora thought, `good man' ? He's either gone completely bonkers, or he REALLY needs glasses! "After all," Dodds was saying, "I AM a doctor, and besides, I've already seen you without clothes downstairs, or had you forgotten?" Flora blushed beneath her concealing mask, and he said, "Please. |