All injured in some way by the tornado,’ he explained. ‘We are completely overwhelmed. We really need help, Sam,’ he emphasized. I looked at Jes...ie, and she nodded ‘Yes.’ ‘What can I do?’ I asked. ‘Triage,’ he explained. I knew instantly what he was talking about since that was something I dealt with every working day. In any medical emergency, where there is more than one injured person, the responder has to make instant decisions. Triage is from a French word which dates back to the. I stopped sucking them and began fondling my own brests while moaning in pleasure. "Now get on the bed you little bitch and strip yourself of your slut cloathing" she said with a strict tone. I nodded and striped myself while walking to the bed. I felt furry cuffs go around my hands and legs and then I felt them get lightly pulled so that I was above the bed. It turns out that she had a machine had pulled up my cuffs up to the top of the bedposts. There was four posts that held up a. 'You going to stand there ogling me or come here and see what I've got?' she asked still grinning.Blushing slightly at been caught out I went to join her. After a moment's thought I ignored the innuendo.It turned out that she had taken my offer of assistance very seriously. As soon as she started to show me her drawings, all traces of flirtation evaporated and she became very much the business woman.They were all good, many better than just good, and I happily told her so and was delighted by. His nose shrunk and his face slimmed. His eyebrows thinned and his eyes reshaped. Brown eyes were suddenly replaced with green, while the blemishes on his skin suddenly smoothed, leaving high cheekbones. Then his ears disappeared under a thickening mane of dark curls that continued to sprout forth from his head. "This can't." he started, noticing a change in his voice. "Be happening," he continued, noting the higher pitch and melodious tone. He looked at his hands as the nails lengthened.