Conversation and laughter flowed as easily as the summer breeze and dinner was enjoyed by both. Even washing the dishes became fun as they laughed and...joked about like children. Sara scooped up a generous handful of suds and with a mischievous grin sent them flying in Justin’s direction and before long, they were wrestling for supremacy over the suds war. Breathless and wet with her hands pinned behind her back, Sara stopped her fussing and gazed up at her captor. His eyes seemed to see her. I found out later it was to make sure I didn’t get blood clots. I had wires and tubes going from me to a contraption that beeped periodically.“He’s awake!” Melissa was near, her voice almost in my ear so I turned to look at her. They were both here, both fine, thank goodness. There was a chair at my bedside but Melissa was standing now, her hands on the rail, her golden hair hanging down like a halo. She was pretty. I also realized I felt light-headed.“Hey babe,” I whispered to her.“Hey, you.”. Would you believe I watched it because I'm an ACC fan? Never have understood all this fuss about the Fighting Irish." You watched it Saturday? You must be a fan, to watch the game again so soon," I said."Just teaching the boy a little about the game," he said. "Kid's got to know a little something about football." America's pastime," I said. "Baseball's been dethroned." Maybe so," Patrick said, "maybe so ... But baseball's still got them of us that have always loved it the best ... I'm one. So. “, we are open!” the girl giggled, looking at the pointed perky nipple impressions on her top. Mumtaz received another text.“Walk straight from the entrance, take the Fire Escape door, and go inside ‘Storage 2.’ ”“No, thanks!” Mumtaz said, staring at her phone screen and started walking, holding the packet. She took the same route, walked straight to find an entrance with ‘FIRE ESCAPE’ on it with bold capital letters, and found ‘storage 2’ board on a blue door.There were 4-5 doors there..