Helen’s suit was a large yellow blob and they had to stuff his jumpsuit around her stomach to help it look more real. Her body, normally voluptuous,...was now closer to a round ball. Viv’s suit was a little small, fitting to her form tighter than anything he’d seen her in but it helped her look different. The wigs he’d purchased were both black rats nest hairdos. Helen’s eyes promised him a brutal murder in the future but Viv’s was a mixture of excitement and amusement.“Here’s the plan, we stay. ." I began, lowering my voice to a more sensual pitch.She giggled. "I'm just loaning you to Lee. On a temporary basis, ofcourse." You're horrible," I said, meaning just the opposite.In French, my mind began to wander back to my interaction with Tabitha infront of my locker and rolled forward through everything that hadtranspired since then. It seemed kind of surreal. Like I was in the middleof a movie or television show where the audience had more clues than me.There still seemed to be pieces. I returned to the small table and, picking up some small clamps, returned to my victim. I opened the jaws of the first clamp and, after gently chewing on her right nipple, I attached the clamp which held resolutely in place. She squirmed slightly - how much in pleasure and how much in pain I don’t know - it was not my position to care. I attached another clamp to the other nipple and then a couple of other clamps to some of the soft skin surrounding her nipples. I used my left hand and firmly. But still.Walker has taken command of their bedroom. He’s attentive, concerned, caring, loving. Pilar seems barely aware of his ministrations, but maybe it’s sinking in subconsciously.Vanessa has put herself in charge of chicken soup. That is, nourishment.I brought Dr. Marla in, but that was more to relieve Walker’s concerns. She told us, “Time. It’s a nasty version, Winter. Mind her temperature, not too hot, not too cold.”Some smartass said, “Just like Goldilocks.” Might have been me.Vanessa.