I felt safe enough as my t-shirt was long, mid-thigh length, but as I drank my water I had a flush of naughtiness come over me.I went back upstairs an... retrieved my digital camera, a Polaroid model, from the late 1990's, went back downstairs and balancing it onto the back of a chair, focused it onto his upper body.I slipped off my t-shirt and went into the area I was focused on and took a few naughty photos, front and back, with one having my face next to his, then being turned on by what I. "Her mother drew a tight smile, said quietly, "thank you, Lauren. We all just stick together, here, ok? Don't get mad at your brothers ... or me ... please ... we need to stay calm, get each other's backs ... you doing ok?" Feet are killing me." Mine too." Otherwise ... scared for Dad."Tamara's lip trembled when she said softly, "me too."Gene was pissed. Seriously pissed. Anna had arrived wearing a ridiculously-large overcoat that made her look like a midget. The blonde woman looked a lot like. But if you are old enough to be my father, maybe it is." "Hmm, I replied, well I probably am, but my friends tell me I look like I'm in my thirties." "I'm 22." she said. "We're on an exchange programme from OSU to Amsterdam." Well I'm 42 so yes I guess I could be your father's age" I laughed. "Perfect" she said, "You are a year older than he is. May I ask you something, since you admit you are a pervert and have been ogling my butt already, this early in the morning?" Ask away" I said,. President, Troy, Harry; how is everyone this morning?” I asked.“BJ, we are fine, how are you? You said you were hurting and it is easy to understand why after looking at the pictures,” the President asked.“It hurts to breathe and to talk so this is going to be short,” I replied.“Scott, to answer your question my security team felt it was best to get me out of the area the fastest way possible. Lying on the stretcher was the safest way. I did not want to be a distraction for the rescue teams.