You will not receive a severance package or a letter of recommendation. Security is collecting your personal belongings from your desk. Ms. Wilson wil... escort you to the main doors.”My hand casually touched the vials in my pocket. The lab coat was my personal property, I never had liked the material of the cheap ones the company provided—it always made my skin itched. Looks like I had pulled off one last theft.I hoped this next compound worked.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~FrankI was surprised. . it's awful. What he... they did... and then what I did." Tell me Mrs. Bartlett... Sister. You don't mind if I call you Sister, do you? Even though you haven't completed your indoctrination into our church I still look at you as one of my flock." No... I don't mind, Sir. I mean about you calling me Sister. But... I don't know if you'd want me as part of your flock if you knew more about us?" Certainly I would, Sister. And if you just tell me what is bothering you I'm sure I... Jesus can make. She stepped back saying 'You had better bring him in then". She did not look very pleased.I stepped inside, and she closed the door. I then followed her towards the rear of the house where she opened a door. Inside was a messy bedroom with an unmade bed, with junk all over the floor."Dump him on the bed" she instructed me.I put him down as carefully as I could, putting him on his side ... just in case he threw up again."Whew ... you stink" she commented before she burst out laughing at my. Okay, so maybe it is not up there with the big cup matches played by the top teams, but for a little amateur club like ours, it was massive.My husband, Dave, was one of the players. I helped out where I could, making drinks, or snacks and sandwiches, passing messages, even laundering the team kit between games. In return, I was regarded as one of the lads by most of the team, and as we had been winning so many games since I started helping out, and traveling to matches with them, they regarded.