‘Brother, I believe Bridget has shown up.’ ‘Silence from you all.’ He ordered. ‘Ah, yes.’ Justin surveyed her. She was just under average ...eight with dirty blond hair. Her face marked with freckles. ‘What’s this all about?’ Bridget asked Tim. ‘Look into my eyes.’ Justin said to her. In a second he was in her mind. He could see the damage done to her. The recent bruising from the fight where Timmy knocked her around to the brain damage from her early childhood. Justin face changed. He had seen. “We know, he’s rescinded the warrants.”“Let me make another call,” he said.He did.“Master Chief Anderson, put me through to the Ambassador.”Ooo, the big guns. Chief Anderson is more than he appears.He shooed us. Wave of the hand, “Shoo.”We shooed to the hall, got accosted a couple of times, explained, had the accoster open the door, back out, red faced and resume his/her original pursuit. We twiddled, sat against the wall, stood against the wall and were bored.If we had known how long this. Mrs R had a good system in keeping up to date with her properties income. Helena needed to spend some of her accumulated funds. She had over $6million in cash and $55million with the solicitor’s office. She decided to spend $40 million. Helena had to decide an area of spending. Locking everything up she returned to unit one.There were two messages on her phone, Suzanne and Fred. Helena called Suzanne first. Getting an update on this morning affairs, Helena was happy he was gone. Would she. Etty had a great eye for photography and I complemented her on her talent. We liked to show each other the prints we had developed, commenting and suggesting improvements in a positive non critical manner.Our photos became more intimate with the time passing. More closeups of our faces, more closeups of intimate body parts. Our nudist lifestyle became also freer. If at the start of our common nudist phase, there was no touching of intimate body parts in front of each other, now Etty could be.