Her small 5'2 statue was covered weirdly by her breast and butt size, which both seem to be fake until you see them move in zero gravity. She had thos... passionate Latino eyes and small freckles on her face. Currently, she was wearing that hair piece shaped like her name with her suit on."yeah I'm here, Rose." the man said. "What's the trouble?'"We are here to look into activity Jack, not enjoy the scenery." She replied, a bit annoyedJack whined sarcastically as he looked at himself, standing up. So I'd thought of the bridge. The hurried walk, standing there, getting ready to jump, and then...And then what?Was I even still alive? Unfortunately, I felt alive. In fact, I felt alive enough that I realized I needed to pee. I lay there a minute longer, putting off the inevitable. And then I remembered more: someone grabbing me and holding me, a car, crying and pain, and ... nothing else.Maybe I was, like, at a psych ward or something. Maybe Harborview? But it didn't look like hospital. Nor a. I went to work without them, but soon after noticed Nicki approaching from the street. Once more she had on a pair of jeans and a light jacket, but instead of her ever-present ball cap, her auburn hair was in a ponytail at the back of her head. “Good morning, Nicki,” I called out to welcome her. “Good morning, Mr. Paul. I mean, Jay,” she said with a smile. “I came down to explain. Tim and Tom had a soccer match they had forgotten about when they agreed to help you out. So I told Aunt Molly. I’ll want you to make me rub that in all my whip marks as well,” she said.“It really wasn’t that bad what you did. I will punish you, and I appreciate the direction, but you might be over-reacting,” I said as I finally turned off the turning light after 10 miles and then turned into their neighborhood. “Do you want me to stop at Krystal’s first before we get you home?” I asked.Waverly and Hayden said they were famished and that was great.“I am going to eat oats, cum, and shit with a side of.