Chapter Thirty-one
In visiting Sammy, I feel as would a mother comforting a sick child. He continues to helplessly lie prostrate on Dr. Mildred’s clever table. Tubes are strung about seemingly everywhere as he is nourished anally and gastrically. The anal feeding tube splits so that the flow can be reversed to first empty then cleanse his colon from time to time... a nice deep warm enema to add to his discomfort. Sizable clear glass cylinders have been attached to his breast loops and hang beneath the table. At the tips more tubes are attached to the otherwise hermetically sealed vessels. These are used to remove the air in the cylinders and create a vacuum which keeps constant suction on Sammy’s extended n*****s and engorging breasts.
Yes, with the constant tension, Sammy’s circulation
