” I looked her over, sighing inwardly. The main danger was that I would make a mistake. “Your lovely hair,” I paused, “will need to be put up ...nd contained in some way. Your clothes...” she was wearing a t-shirt that accentuated her ... assets, and jeans that did nothing to conceal her figure. “What you have on is fine from a safety point of view, but if there’s dirty work to do, you may want to choose something that doesn’t matter if it gets stained or torn. Now ... how do I put this? This is. I was shocked the room was much bigger and I looked in the mirror andsaw me looking back but the me was the 22 year old woman Liam haddescribed. Liam was knocking on the door saying the car was here and Iwas not able to check myself out but I dressed and pull back my hair andwalked out.Liam opened the door for me with out a word and I walked out and I said,"It worked."He just nodded and shut and locked the door behind us. We got in the carwith the female driver opening the door for us. In the. Most of the time, my guys could contribute something toward solving the problems and I was hoping that was the case today.It took us several hours before we worked out a solution that would avoid having to move the plumbing and change the shape of an ensuite in the new section. One of the crew chiefs, Terry Dreyfus, came up with a suggestion that was simple and didn't alter the main look of the addition. It meant taking a few inches out of the huge walk-in closet and another few inches out of. "Stay put, I'll get him," he said, getting up, and then disappearing through the door. The waiting was horrible. I was alone in that room, still strapped to the bed, unable to move. The characteristic smell of antiseptic flooded my nostrils. I tried to remember the picture I had seen in the mirror; my face, patched up much like an Egyptian mummy, actually. What did that mean? What was I to find under the bandages? How bad would it really be? How much damage had my face taken? Dad came back a.