Day Thirteen
Bladder and bowels emptied. Mush consumed, Joey begins the strange tongue exercises as Miss Karen cleanses, bathes and massages.
The tiny left hand pinches closed the nostrils. The fingers of the right find the sutured tongue as the mouth opens for air. A surprisingly firm grip takes control of the slippery pink wet appendage. It is the first of a daily procedure. Miss Karen lectures.
“Just think of your tongue as a cow’s udder. Joey is going to milk it.”
Indeed, the fingers pull and squeeze... pull and squeeze. The maneuvering is relentless. A gurgle of futile protest emanates from Roberto’s throat. Joey’s fingers aggravate. But Roberto is helpless to resist... instead he must passively lie, enduring Joey’s tugs while absorbing the soothing delight of Miss Karen’s massage
