An hour later, I managed to pull myself together enough to head downstairs. Joe was there alone. The equipment they had been using was still all over ...he kitchen table. They didn't even make an effort to hide it from me anymore. He saw me and sat up. "Feeling better, Hon?" he asked. "Not really." I answered. He smiled. "I have something to make you feel better." He replied holding up another needle.I didn't want it. But I had to have it. I walked quickly over to Joe, knelt down and rolled up. And Jas, you may be right. I mean, my shoulder was really screwed up, and worse than I said, but honest, it feels a lot better now, and I think it was better even before we got back. If it continues to heal the way it has so far, I think I’ll be a hundred percent by morning.”Jasmine had tears of relief in her eyes as she kissed him before saying, “Bring some carrots and onions back so I can start a stew slow-cooking when we leave for the plains in the morning.”Knowing that Jasmine had to be. "What does Chef Jess have in mind?" I askedJess just looked at me for a second. Her facial expression looked like she was shocked for me to think she couldn't cook. She cocked her head to the side as a strand of her red curly hair fell to her bare shoulder."I'll have you know I can make a pretty good chicken and vegetable," she pronounced waving a frying pan at me.I won't stop her from showing me her culinary skills tonight. "The kitchen is yours, Jess," as I got up and made my way to the. We came to a stall which was on the ground where there were some old pots that on display, Nazma bent over all the way and fiddled with the pots as he stood right behind her enjoying her bum. He then slowly knelt down, pretending he was tying his shoelace with one hand and held his phone with the other hand towards her bum. We both were busy tending to the pots that were on sale while the Danish guy enjoyed kneeling right behind her filming her ass. She gave him a good view of her bent over bum.