Terry looks at the marks on Jill’s body as she changes the bandages. It reminded her of some of the kids that had been in the gay conversion camp she had been sent to. She still has bad dreams from her time there, even after all these years.

“There, that should be the last one.” Terry applies the last bandage to Jill.

“Thanks, Terry.” She puts on a lacey bra.

“Here, let me help you with that blouse, Jill.” Terry helps Jill with her blouse.

“Thank you.” Jill straightens the blouse, to get the wrinkles out of it.

“You know, I could talk to my mother, Jill, and ask her to adopt you.” Terry looks at Jill.

Jill was younger than her by a few years. Plus, she wouldn’t mind having a younger sister and Jill looked like she could use a family that would love her.

Jill looks at Terry after she finishes dressing “I never thought I would be free from my torment.”

“Well, your safe now, Jill. When my parents come back from India. I will talk with them about adopting you.” Terry figures her parents would adopt Jill.

“Thank you, Terry. Do you think I could meet your aunt?” Jill wanted to meet Rebecca.

A smile appears on Terry’s face “I think we can do that.”

Since her aunt and uncle took the boys into town, that left her and Jill at the safe house. Her sister and Valentina were at their aunt’s garage.
Their cousin was on the way back to the base.

“Let me see if I can get us a golf cart since you need to stay off your leg.” Terry walks over to the wall phone and dials the number for the motor pool.

Airfield Motor pool:
Edward was walking into the motor pool office when the landline starts ringing. He walks over to the phone and picks it up “motor pool, what can I do for you?”

“Hi, this is Terry over in building seven. Could you send over a golf cart for us to use, please?”

Edward had to check his list to see what building seven was. He notices it was in gold, which meant it was a special building. The occupants were under the airfield protection.

“No problem. I’ll send one over right away. What was your name again, ma’am?”

“Terry Romano.”

“Okay, Mrs. Romano. I’m sending over a golf cart for your use. The person who is bringing it to you is named, Kimberly Jones. She’s not hard to miss.” Edward figures Kimberly could use a break.

“Okay, thanks. I’ll be waiting for her.”

The calls end and Terry hangs the old fashion phone up.

Edward puts the receiver down and heads outside to the carport. He spots Kimberly bent over the front end of an RG33 SOCOM Cat II they
just got in. Her butt was moving back and forth as it moved in time to the beat from the music she was listening to.

He loved watching her cute ass move. He also loved all her tattoos as well. He walks up behind her “hey, Kimberly turn your music down.”

Kimberly turns her music down and stands up. She turns around on the booster steps she was using to work under the hood of the vehicle. She had grease on her face, from where she had been leaning inside the engine compartment.

A grin appears on Edward’s face as he looks at her “go and clean-up. I need for you to take a golf cart over to building seven and take them anywhere they want to go.”

“I got to get this vehicle ready for the Sheriff’s department to pick-up tomorrow.” Kimberly didn’t like doing a job half-ass.

“I’ll get Henry to finish the job for you. He is familiar with this vehicle.” Edward knew Henry had worked on these models before.

“Fine. How long am I going to be playing chauffeur?” Kimberly wanted to get back to work.

She had so many projects she wanted to get done. She takes a ragout of her back pocket and wipes the grease off her cheek. She puts the rag back into her back pocket.

“Kimberly, stop being a pain and take this assignment for what it is. You’re a hard worker, but sometimes you can be a pain in my butt.”

“Fine and thanks, Edward.” Kimberly smiles at him, just before she walks off.

Kimberly heads over to the building where they kept the golf carts and ATV’s. She looks around for the four-seater they just got in. She spots it over in the right-hand corner of the building. She walks over to it and disconnects the charger from it.

A few minutes later, Kimberly stops in front of building seven. She steps out of the golf cart and just as she reaches the door, it opens.

Terry had been watching the video monitor and spotted a golf cart stopped in front of the building. There was a short red-haired woman dressed in a light blue t-shirt and jeans. Just as the person approached she opened the door.

Kimberly looks at the woman standing before her. She was taller than her by at least six or seven inches. Another young lady was being supported by the first one.

“Hi, I’m Kimberly Norse and I was sent to chauffeur you, ladies, around.” She smiles at them.

“Cool.” Terry walks Jill carefully over to the golf cart.

Kimberly follows behind them. She helps Terry put Jill into the cart. Once Jill was belted in, Terry gets in.

“So, where to ladies?” As Kimberly walks around to the driver's side of the cart.

“My Aunt Rebecca’s garage.” Terry watches Kimberly.

“You’re Rebecca’s niece?” Kimberly didn’t know her boss had a niece.

“Yes, I’m related to her by adoption.” Terry was happy she was adopted by Kat and Paul.

“That’s something I didn’t know.” Kimberly heads towards the main garage.

Lisa, Crystal, and August finally arrive back at the garage. Lisa’s poor truck was on the back of the flatbed and the Suv August ran into the side of the tow truck. It was being towed behind the flatbed with the wheel lift.

The tow truck had minor damage to the front of it. August knew Rebecca is going to chew her butt out for playing demolishing derby with the tow truck. She drops the SUV first in the holding compound. After dropping the SUV, she lower’s Lisa’s pickup truck off the flatbed truck.

“Do you think Rebecca is going to be mad with you damaging the front of the truck?” Crystal looks at the damage.

It wasn’t as bad as it could have been. She figures the bodywork will take a day to do.

“Rebecca will only chew me out a little bit. Then she’ll make me do the repairs.” August knew how her older sister was.

“I’ll help you, August since you did it to protect me.” Lisa walks over to her poor truck.

“Thanks, Lisa. You can use one of our loaners until we fix your truck.” August knew they had several vehicles they bought either for customers to use or to flip.