Soon the Ativan began to take effect and the thrashing and back-arching eventually stopped. Fred had continued his comments to Brenda trying to calm h...r, "Easy, Brenda. Easy, Baby. You're okay..." his voice soothing as he chanted it over and over."Why are you suddenly calling her, 'Brenda?'" Doctor Harris asked, his tone frustrated.Fred was still holding his hands on the young woman's shoulders, albeit a lot more gently now that the drug was taking effect. He was standing on the opposite side. Feeling braver, he opened the door. The voice belonged to a tall, blonde woman whose back was to him. She was leaning out the window, which had been broken. As the door opened, she turned to face him, and he was confronted with a face that he knew as well as his own. Impossible, Jan thought, staring. It couldn't be...But it was."Well, if it isn't Laura Vandervoort," he drawled. "To what do I owe the unexpected pleasure of your presence…and in my bedroom, no less?" She folded her arms and stared. If they know that there are not only cameras that they can see but those they don't know about, if they see a person come in from out of town and dig into the books for 10 days, it gives them pause. Now the clerk pocketing 20 a day that should have been in a register is a problem, a problem that our managers should be catching, but when a manager steals that can be very big time. I'm more worried about them than I am about the small stuff. But I don't care steal a dime or 10 grand; I will see. Do you ever masturbate?" Christy replied, grinning when she saw that Natasha was transfixed by her boobs."Masturwhaturbate?" Natasha asked. She decided to see if her own tits were as big when compared to Christy's, "Do you mind if I take off my bra?" No, not at all. Masturbating. It's what you do to get rid of, you know, urges."Natasha took off her bra. Her breasts were definitely bigger than Christy's, at a definite C-cup, though Christy's had a bit less sag. Christy's nipples were slightly.