. wow she must have been thirsty.“Ahh.. that’s better” she said feeling refreshed as she continued writing, “Can I see the kitchen please sir�...� she said politely and pointed her in the right direction behind me and noticed her glance down at my silky shorts as she passed and I followed her into the kitchen. She looked around and made notes and then glanced down again at my shorts, “Are they silk?” she asked and I happily acknowledged ..her with a nod of my head.“Nice.. my husband likes silk too. Give it some though hun and let me know. My new number is (745)555-1969. Hug and kisses to you baby, Jenna." I jumped at the offer and called her and told her I would love to stay with her so once I had packed everything up in my dorm room, I drove the 125 miles back to my hometown in my 2 year old 4-door olive green Jeep Liberty my dad had gotten for me when I graduated college. Once I reached town I called Jenna and she gave me directions to her new place. "Just come around to the back. After much struggling and pushing I ended up precariously balanced in the shower and my mother began to wash me down. I don’t think she had honestly thought about what she was wearing before this, other than it was scruffy clothes that she didn’t care if they got wet or anything. As a result the rather material of her t-shirt got wet and it was thin enough that very quickly I could see she wasn’t wearing a bra. Now I’m a normal 16 year old so things started rising despite my embarrassment. . . . sh-h-h-h . . . you’re all right now, Lieutenant. You’re safe now . . .’ And you’re holding on to the nurse, sobbing, looking for the hole in your memory. Looking for that whole truth. Those eyes. Why can’t I remember anything else. What happened. What happened to me? Who am I? __________________________ The nurse, her name was Sarah. Sarah Henderson. For some reason, she liked you. You spent a lot of time together while you were recovering. When, after a few weeks you started to walk.