“Sure,” she replied, as she moved closer to me.I positioned Liz into a number of simple classic poses both standing and sitting. I was moving the...position of her hair, asking her to turn her head, cross her legs, cross her arms. At one stage I had my hand in the small of her back. All the while Em kept snapping away taking pictures with me in and out of frame. At one stage I felt Liz’s breasts brush my upper arm and heard her let out a little gasp. As we went on Deb was starting to direct. Terri injected the IV port with two syringes.She began killing time for the meds to take effect while theadministrator and the attorney stood nearly as far out of my sight asthey could in the small room.Terri pointed to the others in the room, "Here are Brent Westin, thehospital CEO, Father Michael, our chaplain, and Courtney Brockers, thehospital's legal representative. They will tell you what we know sofar."Legal and the CEO, but no doctor, whatever happened isn't a medicalissue. I moved. Whatever they made had to be taken by mouth, since they did not have a working hypodermic syringe. Well, that was another item to be worked on. Dammit, they had such a long way to go!They NEEDED raw materials and more people to work with them. The current population of Doug's Town was less than 3,000, counting the infants. That just was not the level of population needed to create the level of scientific and medical technology that Doug was looking for. He had become fanatical since the death. ” I did as asked, settling back into the couch. Veronica, with brandy in her right hand, reached with her left and took hold of my right hand. I turned my head to look at her and she gave me a small, corner-of-the-mouth smile and took a deep breath. Here it comes, I thought, whatever “it” is. “You know that Helen’s been divorced for some months now, since John decided last year that his secretary was a younger and more desirable prospect.” I nodded. “And you’ve been a good friend, helping her.