I pushed through the door and went inside the hall and turned towards the room .I stood their dumb gaping at aunty as she too was shocked to see me in...the room unexpectedly. The reason. Her pallu was hanging down , her saree up to her waist and adjusting her saree folds at the waist was her hands , put through inside her petticoat to its rim.She was wearing only a small white string like blouse (later came to know it as bra ), with its front hooks opened I gaped at her chest which was swollen. "WHY DO YOU HAVE JENNY'S DRESS ON?" she said.With teary eyes I replied, "I don't know, I just wanted to see what itwas like." So, do you want to be a little girl?" Mom asked in a condescendingvoice as if she were talking to a 4 year old."No Mom, no," I said.Mom turned me around and untied the sash, then she stopped."The zipper stuck Mom, please help me," I said pulling at the dress.With a little tug, Mom pulled tight the sashes and tied a neat bow atthe small of my back. "Do you know why the. I smiled at her and told her that I think it was just a sprain and that I was going to be alright. She instructed me to get onto the patient’s bed so that she could inspect my ankle.As I did so, Dr Jillian removed her coat for comfort, placing it on her chair before making her way over to me. She was wearing a purple blouse and a dark skirt. I was lying on my side, with my left ankle facing towards her, my right shoulder propped me up as I spoke to her, explaining what had happened. She moved. Mr. Smith has something up his sleeve when he asked, “Could we possibly move our conversation into the secured war room? I need to show you things to provide some explanation, but they require an NDA and a bit of trust. Will you humor me?”The Admiral had his curiosity piqued, and we headed inside.“Mr. Smith, sir,” an Ensign said, holding a small suitcase. “This arrived for you while you were outside. I have no point of origin as we’ve had no arrivals or departures in the last two hours.”Yeah!.