Britt had called out of the blue yesterday, perhaps knowing that Abby was alone, to suggest a shopping excursion. There had been a mischievous tone to...her voice, of challenge and playfulness. ‘We’re going shopping for your graduation frock,’ Britt had added. ‘Graduation?’ ‘You and George don’t need us anymore. You’re ready now to go it alone.’ It was true. Abby felt a momentary sense of loss, knowing that the architects of their recent adventures were now exiting stage-left. She and George. "They tell me you can start talking tomorrow, I can't wait -we need tofigure out a lot of things."She kissed my broken and bandaged face, it wasn't as tender but I knowit still looks like a mess. She glanced at security and said we neededto see the doctor for an update. Mary paged a Dr. Reddick."We're going to get you the full update on your recovery, care plan, anddischarge plans. I can tell you that Jim is recovering well but thereare some rehab and physical therapy and post discharge. Once, he came distracted, apparently with some reports that he was reading and he bumped into me, holding on my breast for balance. I got angry and pressed him against a wall, and I squeezed his neck, while I growled at him: ‘Do you also want to play smartass with me?’ I even bumped his skull against the wall, not with so much force, but enough to hurt him and make him never forget what was his place in the office. He wanted to apologize, but he felt very intimidated and began to sob for the. I quietly whispered to her that maybe she should do the same!Anna smiled and said "Would you like that?" After I confirmed that I would she followed up with a number of other questions but was grinning as she did. Satisfied with my answers she reached behind her back to the clasp of her Bikini top and said "Should I do it now?"I nodded and she undid her bikini top, letting it fall down her arms exposing her young 36DD breasts. She put her bikini top in the top of her bag and lay back down on.