I saw the things that would soon reside in the flesh of Christines upper and lower lips waiting in their small tray. They resembled thumb tacks with large, heavily-frosted, flat heads and each thick post had a deep groove machined into the shiny stainless steel about a millimetre below its blunt tip. There were fourteen of them in all, and in a separate compartment was a short bar-bell post with two small rings at either end; each mounted into a small sphere. Just under each ball was a pair of small washers. To the side of these was another, quite large, circular tray in which two large, flat, slightly flexible washer-like things sat. The over-all width of the washer was some six inches; the actual metal part a half an inch in width and about a millimetre thick with a series of small hole
