I had been on the tarmac by the plane telling each of the injured I would try to see them tomorrow.I was still there when they started to unload the c...skets. The rest of the girls joined me and stood silently with the families as they were loaded into the hearses. Before the door was closed I walked to each one and said a prayer, then closed the door.We made the long walk to the terminal and the gathered crowd of reporters who had been recording the event and taking an endless stream of. Vicky and Marcy were going to do light doctor-approved exercises.Ching Lee, Jenny and Lorrie had agreed to a hard work out with me. They jokingly said my ass was getting wide from too much sitting in the padded chair.We had originally planned to work out for an hour. The Secret Service agents with us wanted to prove how manly they were. We worked out two hours before they decided they had enough. A hot shower and dry clothes and I still felt good - sore but good.We had a nice supper courtesy. “This was my bedroom in 2014,” she explained. “Procurement recreated it in detail for my comfort.” Hobbling to the wall, she mentally commanded the door to open as she approached, revealing the balcony outside. One bizarre detail of the recreation was that no matter what part of the house she occupied, the windows always overlooked the balcony, and the doors always opened onto it. Yesterday she had ventured outside from her bedroom, and then entered the dining room downstairs through the. "However, you might want to do something about..." Slow at first, but with quick hands Claire pinched Denise's nipples with just enough force to make her jump. "...these."Denise pushed Claire away then guarded her chest. "Eeek! I was going to let you use my 'get lucky' heels, but now all bets are off." Denise squeezed her feet into a glittery pair of pumps then made her way towards the door. "I might not even let you eat me out tonight." She stuck her tongue out at Claire in the mirror as she.