I draw up a chair between 021507's raised and parted legs. Then I engage in an act both merciful and wicked. I open the small lock which holds in place the mouth tube and begin to twist. The metal portion of the tube slowly parts from the threaded opening in the mask. Then as it becomes completely unscrewed, I gently pull. The metal tube slides forth and then the soft flexible rubber attachment, that which has served to torment the back of 021507's throat for many days, appears accompanied by the sound of gagging.
There is spluttering. The masked head lurches spasmodically bringing a smile to my face. For the tube will be replaced when I am done toying... and the reaction of desperation will occur again. I am told that the sliding about of the abrading rubber tube provides a sensation aki
