" The Director grinned. "Once you crossed the line on to myproperty, I could do anything I wanted to you. Did you really thinkstopping in a cabin was ... *good* idea? Let alone dressing a grown manin a teenage girl's clothing?" Turn us back *now*, motherfucker, or I'll -- "The Director stood. He was a very tall man. "I'd watch my language if Iwere you, little girl. And you're certainly in no position to makethreats."Polanski was undeterred. "Get him!" He grabbed a bowling trophy off anearly shelf. The doctor smiled at her apparent attention and set the chart down on the foot of the bed. ‘Let’s see how you’re doing, hm?’ Langdon smiled weakly. Odd that he didn’t introduce himself, she thought as she nodded. He took down her vitals before pulling a penlight from his pocket. ‘How are you feeling?’ ‘Um… Ok,’ she answered unconvincingly. The doctor raised a brow. ‘Ok?’ She feigned innocence. ‘I hurt.’ ‘Where?’ ‘Everywhere?’ she offered pitifully. ‘And what hurts the worst?’ he asked, shining. In and out." Both women smiled at the inadvertent pun. "Scoot over -- I need to work on the floor." Bianca selected her original cleaning materials, the harsher detergents not meant for human use, and began swiping at the porch floor. After a moment, she continued, "I got hot right away, but watching Phillippe... fuck... you had me going nuts! Mister Charles sent me off for towels, so I stopped and rubbed myself off in the linen closet -- but it wasn't enough..." She dipped a sponge and went at. Oh no. as far as i know, we are not allowed as we are sisters. it was so wrong.... but it felt so good.... i don't know what to do.... sore and exhausted, i let sleep claim me. I wake up to the smell of bacon, which is strange as we only have it on special occasions. i get up and redress, thinking I'll ask Christie about the wet patch in a bit. i walk over to where she is standing and put my arms around her, pulling her body in close to me. "Welcome back to the land of the living, sis. want.