Jim opened up a red case holding drugs and syringes. He took out one the size neither Maggie nor Avery could have dreamt about. He opened a small vial...and sucked out the entire contents with the syringe, he pushed on the plunger forcing a stream of liquid out the needle’s tip. ‘Jim, you don’t have authorization!’ ‘Are you his wife?’ ‘Yes!’ ‘Do you give me permission to use this drug?’ ‘Yes!’ Maggie’s words barely left her lips when she saw the paramedic pour iodine all over Drew’s chest and. ‘Now boy, what are these ideas of yours about drumming up more business?’ Benni suggested the wall of the waiting room should be replaced with glass, so that clients in the waiting room could see their vehicles being serviced – how clean everything was, how caring the service people were and they the name workshop should be changed to car nursery.’ ‘That’s a daft name.’ ‘A nursery is synonymous with care and most of our clients’ vehicles are young and some owners even proudly call their vehicle. She just nodded knowingly, and asked me if he was enjoying it too, and I told her I honestly don't really give a fuck whether he's enjoying it or not, but judging from his raging hard-ons, and mastubatory escapades I'd say yeah, he was enjoying it a lot and and hating himself for it every bit as much if not more, which of course, made it all the better for me.She shrugged and called it a "win/win". Then told me we should get coffee at this place she goes. I said sure, day after. That is, unless you are okay with just being framed with it.”She laughed. “Yeah. We should take the pictures before I shower all this off and go home.” She stood shakily and walked over to the easel while I grabbed my camera.“There’s too much background here. Let’s move everything over to the blank wall.” Sarah Lynn helped us move the easel and set the scene. I snapped a couple of pictures and then Sarah Lynn insisted that I get in the picture with Ariel as the artist and fake like I was still.