He explained where the ice and vending machines were located, wrote down the Wi-Fi code, informed Puddin of the times for continental breakfast, and r...minded him of check-out time.“Thank you, sir,” Puddin smile as he went back to his whip. He pulled around to the back of the main building and parked. He was assigned to Room 206. The five-foot-seven, one-hundred-thirty-pound, brown-skinned man dragged his suitcase and duffel bag up the steps. As soon as he entered the room, he turned on the A/C. Little Jules was six months old and adorable, smiling delightedly whenever he caught anyone's eye. Estella was clearly rapturously happy with her married life and had taken to motherhood like the proverbial duck to water. It must be said, alas, that Viola was finding it a strain coping with all these guests! Estella could see how sad she still was, more than four years after Clemmy's sudden death. It made her feel guilty about her own contentment to see how poor old Viola still. OMG I couldn’t believe it. Was I dreaming? You smiled that teasing smile. I was stunned. Then, just as I remembered Jeannie doing on the TV show, you blinked and we were on the cushion covered couch in her bottle. Pink and jewels EVERYWHERE, just as I remembered.I could not believe what I was experiencing. You ripped off the bottom of your outfit but left the sheer bra and sleeves on. I sat up to take off my clothes. You pushed me back on the couch. You grinned, then blinked and my. Present – Thom, Maria and Inga – back at what used to be the port-a-pottyWe are almost to the mobile kitchen trailer where we plan to appropriate a piece of plastic to put between the port-a-potty bomb contacts. The ground shakes, there's a hell of an explosion, we look at each other and Inga says, "Oh no! Byron!"We turn around and run back toward the port-a-potty but there's nothing left except for tiny little pieces of plastic and what looks to be small pieces of flesh. Inga drops to her.