Chapter Fifteen
Nicholas Strothers lifts his left arm and stretches it well out to his side. Then the same with the right. He shifts his weight to his right knee and gingerly lifts his left leg from the padded top of the gurney. He dares not upset the stainless steel basin where his gonads reside. He cannot imagine the horror of knocking it over and watching his plums plummet to the gurney top...or worse, to the floor. Still, cramped muscles need relief. He has helplessly knelt on the special frame for days.
The exhibition room door opens. A pleasant feminine voice admonishes...
“Careful, Nickie. You don’t want to preempt the decision.”
It is Nurse Karen, and it is time for bathing, feeding and, of course, the ultimate in humiliating feminine governance...the supervision of evacuating
