About 1130, a cook and a helper showed up with chow for the people working here. There weren't enough extra people to keep things operating while some...went to eat. It certainly wasn't like the Special Forces camp had been.After lunch, I checked out the guys in the two Morse intercept vans. They seemed to know what they were doing and appeared to have all of the supplies and things that they needed to do their work. The vans were hot and the air conditioning wasn't keeping up, though it was. We were interrupted by an orderly who came to take me for my cardiac stress test, and Doctor Bradford asked if I’d come to his office once I was discharged. I agreed, and got into the wheelchair for the orderly to take me for my test.“Hi, Steve,” Doctor Washington said as I was wheeled into the testing room.“Hi, Doc,” I said.“You know the drill. Let’s get you hooked up and get the test over with so you can get out of here.”As with the previous stress test, I passed with flying colors.“Do you. "Oh, thanks. Could I get one of you to give me a hand in the kitchen?" She looked at Chris, but he just continued his chat.All three of the other men volunteered and followed her into the kitchen. She hurriedly made up jobs to keep them busy and cover for the excuse to get Chris alone.She moved around the rooms again, mingling. She always knew where Chris was, though, and kept checking on him. She then finally set the buffet with the caterers and announced the food was ready. She then nipped. He had his hands on paula’s tits as she smiled.I was getting hard again at the thoughts in my mind.After another five minutes I got a text from her saying she had arrived, had great fun in the taxi on the way as I could see, and that she would try to keep me informed but couldn't promise.I received another message a few minutes later telling me who was there.Lisa and Paula were the only women.John had invited four friends of his, older men from his previous work. The two young lads form South.