Jessica Anderson was a leading writer, researcher and archeologist on ancient Bronze Age civilizations, despite only being in her early thirties. Her ...ork was cited worldwide, and her discoveries lined the halls of museums around the globe.This fame and skill had not come without cost though. Being a successful woman in academia required a degree of social sacrifice. Dr. Anderson had to develop boundaries between herself and her assistants and colleagues for fear of appearing to "sleep her way. They were my personal assistants. Never mind that no one ever saw them taking notes or running errands of a sort a typical assistant would do.Again, they stood flanking the door. This time silently.‘Okay, grandfather, I’m here. What am I looking for?’ I may have voiced that out loud, but the room still remained silent.It didn’t take as long as I had first feared, there were Photographs of some very famous people who had died from these diseases. The ‘tell’ was that they hadn’t been in the other. Mr. R got up to refill everyone’s glasses. Then he went to the desk in the room and brought back two cards which he handed to Marie and me. “Ladies, in your room are two gowns for you. They are yours to be worn today. They will be transported to the plane for you tomorrow. They are very similar. They are floor length sheath dresses, strapless. I trust you both have high heels that will work with the dresses. Michele, you will naturally be without underwear except for white thigh high stockings.. Aww you are just so cute she kissed me againWhat did you think of the pictures I showed you she askedI was shocked I said , how do you feel,She got up and got the envelope out . Go and get my wine for me and bring the wig back upWhen I came back she was on a stool reaching on top of the wardrobe, she dragged some videos from the back , looked at them and stepped down with oneI sat on the bed she reached into the envelope passing me different photos, ( I will explain them in a later story)She.