Chapter Seventeen
Planning
I need not access the modest computer I purchased for Christy. Everything accessed and worked on by him is summarized in an outline surreptitiously emailed to my machine. So I begin by booting up my computer while I dial the Institute on my cell, asking for Nurse Devon on the morning shift.
“Nurse Cummings, I do trust we will see you later...”
“Oh yes, Nurse Devon. Just that I need some personal assistance and I thought it better to speak away from the job... so to speak.”
“Of course. Need some assistance settling into the new abode? I know it has been a significant change for you.”
“It has, and things are settling nicely,” smiling as through the den window I see my exercised houseboy approach the corral fence, rock hard p***s betraying the trepidation of d
