The Minus Driver +

The Minus Driver +

This is a sexual story but found on one of the Dublin's sawyer sytem. It meant to be death when someone's eyes were stabbed by both hands. Thus, there was this joke around. Don't be silly but hide the eyes with both palms only. And it went to the wrong way in a bunker. The world famous Hitler's bunker type nothing but low mosaiced food and the wrestler type women settled in location near Dublin to the north west.

"What was this rolled item?" A black man at the bunker gate murmured. There is a Spanish speaking French army to be at the gate that day. But the black man alone opened. "First catch the eyes." Hmm. Eye catcher? The man read it and felt a sudden blackening of his sight and the sudden massive pain with the pressure from the behind. The eyes taken! The man remembered nothing but he found himself next in the bunker hospital bed. He was alone and it was the same day but the clock says he slept almost 4 hours. "June..6th?" The man woke up from his bunker bed. Few men wear laughing nearby. "You are lucky type!" They found others available eyeballs and replaced his. The man saw someone's eyeball-less body rolled on the floor in front of his bed. "!!!" He wanted to shought but it was unlikely for the bunker solder. So, he only wanted the final answer from the doctor. There was a man in the bunker with the white coat. He mentioned the upper class Shinobi from Japan decoded the plasticated surgery image. "Usually, such rolled up items are to be read by put it between the thin glasses as if to be examined under the microscope. "And what was..?" The black hospitalized man tried to remmber. And he felt sudden "Gyaaa!" sensation with the both eyes stabbed. "Oh, don't. Keep him attached to the wall." The doctor quickly and pushed him hard to avoid the neuronal eye line monitoring not to pass his memory by shouting him to just think of the ceiling line images and think about the flower store and where he found his favorite flowers. The boys usually avoid to think about the flower shops, thus this trained thought manipulation worked well before against the image mimicking groups with the neurosurgeons. But the black ma lost one eyesight by stabbing his left thumb directly into his left eye. The brain mimicked the trainformer image of what was on his behind. He felt the sudden senstaion of checking his back by turning his neck from left side yet it gave the free unconscious movent of both fingers. When the surgeon took out the hands from his face, the black man's eye ball rolled down from its eye socket. While the doctor saw the thumb nail scratched out the rolle down eye ball. The man half lost his eye sight and was still sane. "I've changed." This is the story of how to negociate with the doctor and the eye surgery fearing banker living man's story.

(to be continued)