Focus Bill, focus, he is arguing in black and white; you need to think. "Randy, this is a matter of civil law, it is not absolute."The smirk Randy spo...ted, as he spoke then, worried him. "Mr. Jenkins, the permission form is also a written contract under that same civil law." They're sending someone down to deal with this." The sergeant turned to the transport disk. "This is above my pay grade."A scream pierced the room."Ms. Howard!" Ruby Crane shouted in panic. "It's Eve! Blood! Help!"Arriving. I want you to be showered and dried off and warm. I want you to wear that old blue nightdress, the one that's worn through near the shoulders. I will call you at 8:30. Take my call on the phone by the bed. Have the answering machine hooked up for the office phones."She looked at me strangely. "What have you got in mind?"I stepped to the other side of the vestibule door. She was wearing jeans and a cableknit blue v-neck sweater. She'd pulled them on only to see me to the door, and there was. She liked what she saw, and knew other people liked her body too especially in the short, tight dresses she was supposed to wear at work, even though she didn’t like them. She was always getting hit on by patrons of the diner, even though she didn’t like it. She tolerated it, and flirted with the customers because it got her better tips, and she needed the money. She stood in the shower under the hot steaming water, and just let the water wash the day’s stresses away. She started pinching her. And I can see that mom does the same to grandma Janine. Something about us all being unable to speak now, and a bit ?lost? in the preparation is making us all a little cruel. Did I start this I wonder? And I discover it’s not that easy to breathe while my mouth is stuffed with that huge rubber ball. I fight to breathe through my nose. I hope we figured this out correctly . . . but it’s too late to say anything!Now that we’re all gagged, we work together to get the pulleys securely mounted on.