.. and he looked at the mirror in theroom.He was Jenny! Then he remember Jenny and the senior nurse on duty had beenkilled that day... when he was vis...ting... then he realized in trading placesnothing had been made better, Jenny died anyway.Bobby now Jenny spent the night staring out into space..."Why?" Your sister was supposed to die... it was her time. Sometimes we have wiggleroom, I didn't have it in this case." Danni Appeared next to him."You could have put me into the body of Nurse. As I relaxed in the soapy water, I wondered about the redhead girl and what her bush must be like at her tender age. I imagined it was lightly covered in a soft, downy fuzz, the same color as her hair. I finished shaving myself smooth, then brought myself off three times thinking about how that hair would feel on my lips. By the I toweled off and went to bed, I had made up my mind to talk to that girl the next day. No matter how irrational it was, no matter how wrong, I devised my plan, and. Marilyn had obviously been planning something. She said, “Welcome home, Lieutenant Buckman,” and then came around the corner into my view. She was carrying a glass of champagne in one hand and a bottle in the other. What really caught my eye, though, was what else she had on. Her outfit wasn’t a nightie, but something even more eye-catching. She had on my mess dress uniform!Well, sort of. She had on my jacket, which is short, only coming down to her waist, and open, being held closed by a. It tookmost of the day to get it all in shape; vacuuming, dusting, picking upclutter, and cleaning the half-bath downstairs took a few hours.Cleaning up the mess in the bath next to my bedroom took almost as long.There was powder, makeup debris, and long red hairs everywhere,seemingly plastered to the counter and floor by the overspray fromspraying my curls in place. The mirror was filthy, as was the toilet andtub. Shaving so much of my body left stubble and a serious ring in thetub and even.