Quite reasonably, and understandably, they just want to spend money. You need businessmen. And women. But more than that you need good administrators....I am damn good at both.”“And if you could help the doctors and nurses do their job better? More efficiently?”Sturgeon shrugged, puzzled. “I would, but a hospital isn’t only about nurses and doctors. On the clinical side alone, there’s sociologists, psychologists, psychiatrists, physiotherapists, radiologers...”“Yes yes,” interrupted Pierra. Abit came to me and said that he can give a foot massage that will make me feel better. Surprised and hesitating, but agreed and lie down on bed, he sat on the floor and starter pressing my soles, I had not had any one touch me anyways for last many years, and so I was a bit tensed feeling his hand on me, I lie there awake and tensed but soon I realized he was really good at that, his fingers knew exactly where to press and how much pressure to apply and I started to become comfortable and. Triston grabbed his scissors and snipped her zip tie binding her arms together and then the feet."Now if you promise to behave I will make this easy for you is that clear my princess."She nodded knowing not to protest against him. Still with her eyes closed she now lay with her arms to her side and legs still tightly together. Triston the removed his boxers and went and laid next to Heathers naked body. Her hands shivered in fear as she lay silently. Triston ran his hand over her breasts once. A wistful look at his drawn face and with a cloud of dust she was gone. Fitfully he watched the television, but couldn’t settle, he tried painting, but that too was hopeless, so it was off to his bed, here he tossed and turned, dozing fitfully, his imagination conjuring up pictures of his beloved wife being ravaged, crying out in pain, screaming in joy, loving every moment or hatEing it, his mind a jumble. He snacked, drank coffee by the gallon, pee`ed, watched the box, read, anything to pass.