. no, not that.. Now... Where was I? ( Is this hard to read, Ithink it may be a little.. but please bear with me.. ( is that the rightbare..or is it ...bear..) I hope it will get better.. it can't getworse..LOL)Ok so not very tall, I weigh, mmmm, not sure this is good but the BMIscale says I am perfect. Leave it at that. ( Brenda, said I should sayexactly how much I weighed in the history. So 145 lbs and I know yoursaying, 'who is Brenda?', I will go to that of course, just a littlelater) I have. They hugged and she got up and went to her room. He sat there and thought about it all. Who can she talk to? Who is around that can talk with her on this he asked himself and he knew there wasn’t a soul. They had no close relatives at all or none nearby that he knew of. As he sat there, for nearly an hour or so, he thought about it. He knew he had to talk to her but how and what to say was the question. Thirty minutes after that she heard him knock on her door. In only her bra and gym like. ”“Do you need the 180 tomorrow? I need it to run over to Birmingham tonight, and back tonight.”“Go ahead, Sweetie. Do you need help?”“If you could go roll the old girl out, then. As soon as Tara gets here...” I paused, then called Tara back.“Hey, Cin.”“Hey. Bring WARM stuff.”“Figured that.”Pfft. Bathroom run, then barely time to pack some snacks, juice, and a thermos of coffee. Sad thing about the coffee is that we can’t actually drink it until we’re within an hour of KC -- bladder issues, you. I’ll only be gone a minute.” With that, Derrick strode out of shot. Casey stared ahead sightlessly. Her body remained utterly still, trapped in her punishing hogtie. Mentally, she was desperately surfing the waves of pain that radiated from her body. She could keep thinking and remain sane so long as she kept her focus, but if she lost her balance she risked being capsized and dragged under. She would become incoherent, a mindless thing that could only react to the overwhelming pain. Casey had.