That’s better. The breeze from the open sliding glass door feels GREAT on my skin. Suddenly, I feel a soft touch on the back of my neck… I turn, h... says..’Hello1 I’m John… and you’re____?’ It’s HIM! Jimmy, I answer…. Jimmy Clark. You’re new here. I’ve not seen you here before. You are correct, sir. I came with my friend Chris… over there, talking with the guy with the pink shirt. Oh, right! I know him. John makes contact with the back of my neck again, then touches my chest with his other hand.. DAY 7 Getting a little tough again In the morning, I let the women out of their cells again for the treadmillexercise. While they were doing that I strolled downstairs and sat behind themand watched. In truth, I was concerned about this getting too friendly andwanted to keep my prisoners a little off balance After the twenty minutes was up I turned the treadmills off. When turned aroundand saw me there they were taken aback and came to me. I told them that whilethis was turning into something,. He must have been out and cruising waiting for my txt or lived very close by because I saw him turn up within 5 mins. He went in and a minute later came out with his phone in his hand my screen lit up. His txt delivered and received they smell so sweet and sexy. Before I could reply he said I know you are probably over in the shrub area waiting for me to leave so you can grab the USB. I gulped not sure if this was about to get awkward or out of hand. I was about to reply when my phone lit up.. "It can talk," Holliday says in a stunned tone."And darn proud of it no doubt," Seattle chuckles and slaps the stunned Holiday on the back.The next thing we know there is a very angry Napoleon making his way toward us.He storms over, his eyes manic and looking to pin this new twist on one of us. Camulus stalks forward and intercepts Napoleon before he can reach me."We found a scanner." Camulus say dead calm. "he was the only one left alive in the the cells."Napoleon still looks like he is.