Miss Jordan installed camcorders on the third floor overlooking the front and the other the back yard, and she hired a landscape crew to redo the yard..., first the front, then the back. Miss Jordan sent him out with lemonade or iced water for them every day and sometimes to relay her instructions, dressed provocatively. They were a little more forward than the inside workmen, and Miss Jordan got it all in living color with sound. They believed, as the inside workers did, that Miss Jordan was. The doctors did a lot of work on you, but they think you'll be up and around real soon."Kim held up a cup with some ice chips to my mouth. "Here. They don't want you to drink yet, but you can have an ice chip. It'll help your throat."I pulled an ice chip into my mouth with my tongue, and it tasted heavenly. I let the ice melt and felt the water trickle down my throat. There were a thousand questions on my mind, but the most important came out in a hoarse whisper. "Where's Nick?"Kim took a deep. It took all three of them to carry just one and they struggled, they staggered, and they scraped their flawless skin on the rough bark.Doug and Uncle Bubba easily kept ahead of those girls. Uncle Bubba was in no hurry to get to the top of the tree and find their clothes so he started in on the main tree trunk. The girls were not able to move the extra large chunks but they managed to tip three over, sat down on them facing Uncle Bubba, and then opened up their legs giving him something to look. Her white, button down blouse leads to her tight black skirt. It is shiny; I can only assume its latex as my eye traces the line of light and hugs her hips down to her knees. “I’m impressed at your production. But I must say, your resistance to control is concerning.”She removes her hands from behind her back. She holds a tablet in her hand. Her gloved fingers, slide down the screen. I dream of that small touch. Suddenly I was moving. I feel my weight slide down as the platform I’m bound to.