She would discuss a romantic movie scene or the latest school gossip openly with me. With mom she had learned to be more careful lest she get a lectu...e on modesty.I told her that from what I heard about periods she should consider herself lucky. We both laughed at that and she said she was not looking forward to them. I was relived that it didn’t sound like my sister was going to die.There were more doctor appointments and then a specialist. One afternoon mom and Pat came home from seeing. “You know my name. What are yours?”“They would be unpronounceable in your language.”“Then you’re Ted and this one is Jed,” I said.“If you insist,” he replied with some disgust in his voice.I gave a little squeeze and his arms moved. “I see you insist,” Ted said then.“Why are you here and what do you want with me?”“You’re attacking the rules and changing everything we have set up.”“So?”“We can’t have you doing that.” I gave Jed a little squeeze and he flapped his arms a couple of times.“I didn’t. Maybe she wasn’t wearing any at all?. Maybe he should get closer and find out.Walking over to the bar he ordered a drink for himself, and a bottle of what he had seen her drinking from. He walked over to where she was standing, waiting for her shot, and handed the drink to her, introducing himself.Jack had always believed in the direct approach. Either they went for it, or they didn’t. if they didn’t, it had only cost a drink. If they did, he was the winner.The blonde lifted the drink to her. He was playing with her now; capitalizing on her desperation. He would not give her the command again; to strip. He would wait in silence; forcing her to continue. Jenny had no choice. She knew what she was here for. Slowly she lowered her hands; pulling the sides of the dress with it. She arched her back and let the top slide down her shoulders; catching at the crook of her elbows.Their eyes met; defiantly as she swung the dress around her and hung in her right forearm. She dared not telegraph.