I started by talking to the site supervisors and electrician, took measurements, scouted the HVAC, electrical, and water feeds, and collecting drawing....Mr. Warner dropped by often, making unnecessary comments or incorrect assessments and always using a nasty, superior tone. The planned location was ideal, but Warner kept insisting on another spot. When I tried to reason with him, he cut me off and belittled me. I tried to be professional, but by the end of the day he had worn out my patience.At. Certainly while Helena was encased in her Plastolite shell she became, of necessity, subdued. Unable to move or to express herself she did, as I had imagined, become turned in on her own thoughts. Released from her casing, though, she soon reverted to her original character.Without the restraint of the Plastolite head covering, she was able to (and indeed did) give vent to her feelings using her wide-ranging and frequently inventive vocabulary. I used a variety of gags on the girl over the. It was a teaser, I guess. He went to the buttons at the top of my dress and unbuttoned them. Leaving my bra on, he shoved it up and out of the way before beginning a long and unmerciful teasing of those two globes with rock hard nipples attached. I moaned and squirmed under his touch.Eventually he pulled me back snuggly against him and slipped his hand down my stomach again, pausing slightly to explore my heaving stomach before finding his target again. Then it started.First one finger, then. She is probably gone now anyway. The person to call is my son John. He lives in Jackson.”I gave Gerome the number for John’s office. His call most likely would not get answered, but he could leave a message.I went back to reading everything I could find on pot farming. Many of the mechanics were interesting to me. On one site the instructions were all about growing the plants indoors. My intent was to use the all natural approach. It was cheaper and I assumed it would be just as safe. I felt.