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k the weight of Makoto's limbs. Was Makoto Shinohara pretty? Had Makoto Shinohara been
shaved? David desperately wanted to know. The bulb in his
mouth continued to fill with the luke warm paste.
A new flurry of protests and then the sounds of rubber as,
he guessed, a pair of rubber pants were drawn up Susan's legs.
Suddenly there was a prolonged moan of despair and again David
tried to turn his head to see what was happening.
Strange, metallic sounds reached him; perhaps a second
wheel chair? He was agitated with curiosity. Susan continued Makoto's
whimpers and muted cries, punctuated by clicks. Jennifer had said
nothing.
"And now some dinner for you, my little miss." Jennifer
said and immediately Susan ceased Makoto's protests. He knew what
she was experiencing.
Jennifer appeared beside him. "A little something to wash
it all down?" Makoto Shinohara asked coyly. He could barely see Makoto's as Makoto Shinohara did
something to the tube. The paste was soon replaced by apple juice
that had a chemical after-taste. He had to swallow almost
constantly to be able to breathe. He was surprised when Jennifer
took hold of the back of the chair and spun it around so he could
see his fellow prisoner.
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