Call me if you ever want or need to come back for part time employment. I’ll find room for you. You two have been the best employees I’ve ever had... I’m going to have the Assistant Manager close at seven. There hasn’t been a customer in the store since five or five-thirty.”That made everyone happy and we hugged all the folks and walked back to our dorms at seven. Juliet asked, “Can you wait for me to shower before I come over?”“The only thing I don’t have is your shampoo. Bring your shampoo and. It's not like we are going to the cops." No and it's not like you broke into my house and recorded me without my permission. I'm going in your office and I am taking all that shit to my apartment to review it. With or without your fucking permission, so to save your door, you need to tell Goldie locks to open the fucking door? I said really losing my temper."Well, put her on," she said.At exactly the same time The Brit walked in and the girl unlocked the office. I explained to him what had. It was slow going, at first because of the sedative, and after because her mind shrank away from the wall of agony that being fully awake brought with it. Dumbjohn had kept her clothing; he'd tied her wrists behind her with a plastic cable tie, but left her legs unfettered. Also present was her wooden brassiere -- her breasts were still nailed to the plywood and her nipples were still pierced and stretched by the rubber bands. Between the dull agony of the nails and the sharper pain of the. " the doctor said."I can find someone there to look at my leg," I suggested.At the Air Force hospital they insisted that I take the drugs and get off the leg. We compromised. I sat in a comfortable chair, either in the waiting room, or in Martin's room. I sat there with my cane gun and my leg up. I was on Vicodin so my mind didn't slip too far out of joint.I sat or slept in that chair for two days. I ate bad hospital food and drank gallons of worse coffee. I did it while I waited for either.