Grabbing a tissue off my desk, she hands it to me. I take it and try to turn away in my chair. "You're not supposed see me like that." "Just go, ok?" ...he turns the chair back, so that she's standing over me. I cower, not wanting to look her in the eye or ogle the breasts in front of my face. Instead, I stare at her red painted toenails. "I can't just leave. What you've done is wrong, and it deserves some sort of punishment or something," she says. Confused and scared, I peak up at her stern. "I heard no such thing," Jordan said, his curiosity finally overcoming his outrage as he approached the couch seat Alex offered him.Again, saying nothing, Alex turned to Muriel and waved his hand, almost in some sort of informal blessing. Once again, Muriel almost collapsed, having to quickly grasp a nearby chair."I've just given Muriel another little gift. It obviously won't convince either of you, but it'll help illustrate the point," he told the two men before again addressing Sister Muriel.. He had lists of who was stationed at each compound, how many container units made up each facility, and what kind of gear each facility had. It meant that we knew what kind of threat we’d be facing when we did drop in and pay them a visit.In truth all of the compounds were top heavy with support personnel. It made sense when you reviewed the facts. The facility in what would one day be Kuwait in our world was set up not only to find and pump crude oil, but it was also to refine and process it. . Yeah, I love you, Steph." Come here, down here ... Let's just lay down for a minute." But Mark..." He can wait, he ain't going anyplace." I was already sitting down, mashing long stiff weeds and grass under my butt. "Come on!" I giggled, pulling Chris down too so we could lie on our backs side by side..."Hmmm ... This is kind of nice." Chris grinned at me, looking around and all we could see was a wall of weeds surrounding us, yellowish green with a big blue sky above."Yeah," I said, biting.