Chapter Eight
“I want clothes.”
Sammy protests as he is freed from the special bed that has held him for over a week with his posterior so embarrassingly well exposed to all.
“You’ve felt your last garment, Sammy. At least while you’re serving a sentence at Hempstead. You’re to be kept naked. Get used to the idea.”
Having dashed to the bathroom to finally release the enema, a sheepish Sammy steps back into the main ward where he has been held in ignominy while his rectum healed. Nurse Lenita awaits with a towel and beckons as one would summon a child. Reluctantly Sammy approaches, his backside very much in need of being dried after releasing the deluge of invading water. There is much wetness and for the first time, he is cognizant of his many bindings, the small shiny links clattering
