His tall, muscular physique dwarfed her tiny frame. His hair was fairly gray, which led me to believe that he was in his mid to late forties, at least...twenty years older than any of us. "Jill, I'd like you to meet my boyfriend, Tom. Tom this is Jill. And who are these two fine looking gentlemen?" Lori said as she extended her hand to Chris. Remaining seated, I extended my hand and Tom took it in both his hands. Despite the fact that he held my hand a moment longer than I would have expected,. "I complain, "I can barely hear you, speak up."The man says, "I'm a doctor. Now lie still until I can assess your injuries..."I wake the hell up, begin to sit up and fuck me that hurts like hell. I yell, "Damn son of a bitch!"I hear Matt, "Jim are you okay?"I gripe, "Hell no I'm not okay! Did we save Jens?"I sort of hear a voice below me, "Hell yes you guys saved me! But now you're crushing the hell out of my poor body!"Another voice adds, "Me too!"I figure out that we're lying on Jens and. "Thirty-one by forty-two inches." He repeated the measurement twice to memorise it. "I'll be back in a few minutes. If you haven't fixed the cardboard by then, I'll screw a board in place." It took nearly ten minutes to hand cut the ply in the gloom of his workshop and drill holes for the screws. Ms. Jones had all but given up her feeble attempt at fixing the cardboard and stood crying and shivering in the cold. Rain had soaked all her clothing and her usually well-coifed hair hung down in wet. Her hair was dark and long enough to cover her breasts. She had these plump lips and a small thin nose. Her eyes were brown and never would you see her face without make up.She was outgoing and not afraid to speak her mind. Now that I think about it I think she always liked to look sexy. Sometimes she would spend the night at our house and dress up in skimpy clothes right before going to bed. She would walk around with tight cotton shorts and tight blouses around me and my dad. My mom didn’t.