“Oh! My apologies…You must be cold. Let’s get started, so that we can get you covered,” he said. Dr. Johnson had her turn away from him, so t...at he could measure her height. He scribbled something down on paper, and then had her turn back around. Grabbing his ophthalmoscope, he looked into her eyes; muttering to himself. He listened to her heart and lungs. After writing his findings down, he turned to face her. “So far, everything checks out. Your height, which measures 162 cm, is within. Lush green trees along the winding drive. Relaxing lavender scent fills the air. The lights were dim, but comforting. We climbed out of the car and, after Mark grabbed our bags, we headed to reception."Good evening Mr McMillan, Mrs McMillan, welcome back to Cheshires. Your room is waiting and I have ordered housekeeping to be aware you will be ordering some food. The wine is open and breathing, just how you like it." Thank you George, I do not know what we would do without you here" Mark. As she ran passed me, I notice she was a little over five feet tall, 130-140 pounds, somewhere in there, not that it really mattered, good size breasts that bounced with her as she ran, pretty blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, nice toned arms and calved, thick thighs, and this big, plump butt that jiggled like jello as she ran. I wanted to scream out at her, but I saw she had an iPod attached to her arm and she wouldn’t hear me even if I tried. I was mesmerized by how amazing this girl. Shelies still when suddenly a burning pain sears the flesh just above her bellybutton. The rat has bitten her! With a mighty convulsion, Chrissy bucks herhips and flips the rat onto the floor. It returns but cannot get back ontoher because she continues to buck and writhe. Her efforts make the rough metalof her manacles chafe the soft skin of her ankles and wrists. After half anhour, the skin under the metal looks likes raw steak. While Chrissy can toleratethe cockroaches, her fear of the rats.