I couldn't help noticing her hands at this stage, despite all the other bits being on show. She had lovely slender fingers and very neatly manicured ...inger nails, painted a striking red colour.The knickers followed and got folded in the same way, and there she was sitting with her toes pointing right at me, propped up on her arms, you know, spread out behind her.After a minute or two chatting with her old man, she starts up the old sun cream routine. Now this is where I decided to make my. I was happy to be done with it. But I wasn't happy about what came next.We would be displaying our bodies to fewer people in the backyard ... hopefully. But when we weren't directly behind the house we would still be visible from the street. And our neighbors on either side would have an excellent view.I told myself that from the street it's unlikely that anyone would notice that we had removed our tiny bikinis. But I wasn't certain. And if the neighbors to the sides were so inclined they would. " That's not going to work for much longer," the sergeant told me. "People are getting anxious because you can heal their problems and you're not doing it." Let's pretend I don't give a shit," I said. "Holy crap! We don't have to pretend because I do not give a shit." Is that your answer for everything?" he growled."I don't care," I told him. "That's a problem for you and them, not so much for me. I kind of like not caring!" You can stop now," Bianca told the sergeant. "It wasn't a suggestion. I have a feeling they're not going to just sit back and lick their wounds. We're interfering with the income of some very powerful people. They're going to retaliate. I just fucking know it."Whatley took a breath, then, "Unless I've totally lost it, those two nurses and Hanes have something special going on between them. I seriously doubt that nurse would throw her body in the way of a bullet for any patient she's ever had — and that's not even mentioning what her sister did. At least those are.