Bockman, And Why His Arm Never Got Broken

Bockman, and Why His Arm Never Got BrokenBockman seated himself in the dentist chair, leaned back and closed his eyes. He heard the sound of small metal instruments being sorted and, at a moment he felt was appropriate, he opened his mouth. A small circular mirror was inserted. It clicked twice against his teeth and then he felt a metal pick probing (continued on page 146)Bockman(continued from page 103) a filling. "You probably think I'm a dentist," a voice said.Bockman opened his eye...