” He smiled and replied “come and get it”By this time I was more frustrated than scared so I went right up to him and tried to move him to see i... he was sitting on it. He wasn’t. Finally I asked him “what do I have to do to get it back?” all john did was unzip his pants and pull out that thing I was most trying to forget. As soon as I saw it I was salivating, why I don’t know. I wanted it but I wanted to run at the same time. John guided me to my knees and said the words I was dreading. “Suck. I looked and finally took in the white embroidered robes and the red beanie."Pope," I acknowledged him with a wave. "How ya' doin'?" You need to kiss his ring," Bob whispered. Well, yes, that would explain why he was holding his hand out to me like that, like a dog who'd just been taught how to shake hands. "And address him as Your Holiness."The ring, sure. I dropped to one knee and gave the John Paul George Ring-o a smooch, humming "Yesterday" while I did it. My Holiness? I didn't think so.. She winced and closed her eyes. He nodded thoughtfully. “That’s definitely sprained.”Emily opened her eyes. “Not broken? I’m supposed to walk the runway at the beginning of August.”Dr. Walker felt her ankle, foot and leg again before reporting, “No. Talus, fibula, tibia ... all there, all feel intact. You should come in on Monday for an x-ray just in case, but it definitely feels like a grade two sprain. You need to stay off it for the next couple of weeks, ice it, elevate it, and keep it. "Oh, I forgot." She sat up in the car seat. "What shouldI do?" "You stay right here. No one should bother you. If anyone does come up tothe car ignore them. I'll go find Cal." He opened his door and got out. She watched him walk through the parked cars and trucks toward the cameralights. He had left her seat belt and shoulder strap on so she couldn't movearound much. Curious, she tried to reach the seat belt latch. She was ableto touch it but couldn't get to the release button. There was no.