“Farmingdale!”
Roger keeps his head down. The nurse knows his features. With each visit to the clinic he was observed on the video camera before blindfolding himself and lying to await the whir of the small motors which locked him within the stocks.
The train stops... along with Roger’s heartbeat. For as he determinedly stares at the floor, fingers grasp his left ear and begin to knead and roll the cartilage. The touch is brief. The woman quickly releases and moves onward down the aisle without looking back.
But the communication is received!
After the blindfold was adjusted and well buckled to the back of his head, each and every clinic visit began with the same simple massage. Though soothing, the manipulation also sent a message, one of instituting her governance. He imagined the me
