We got into the car and headed home. Jen was quite a sight with her hair damp and frizzy, her uniform unkempt and one sock halfway down. To my delight... she stripped her jersey off to let the air coming in the windows cool her off. Her gray sports bra was marked with her sweat, causing it to relax its pull on her breasts and allow them some freedom to move. She grinned at me, happily, then leaned her head back and closed her eyes to enjoy the wind.We got home and I carried her bag to her room. Without thinking about it, Billy blurted out “That isn’t your name is it?”The pretty nurse flushed. “We don’t usually use our real names with patients, it’s for our safety,” the nurse stammered.“What is your real name? Who are you?” he returned, this time he felt a flash of something in the back of his mind. He could feel it reaching out. Somehow, he knew it had changed his voice, it sounded more authoritative. He felt something change, something nudged the young woman.“My name is Jessica. . the police need to speak to you."Shit!Grace wrapped up and slid out the door."You're no professor." Graduate student. I teach engineering math," ID?"Grace rummaged through her Purse.The cop asked, "What is that?" My bag ... hold on ... it's in here some..." She held it out. She looked astonished that she found it that quickly."Bill, watch 'em." He stepped out and used his N/PRC-6 handheld.The University hired Vets and Vets sometimes liberated useful equipment. The N/PRC-6 handheld radio was. I’ve always wanted to do that.”“Is tomorrow too soon? I’d love to take you up.”My grin gave me away. I was thrilled and couldn’t wait. “I’m free, you name the time.”“How about if you meet me at my house around eight. It’s so beautiful in the sky at sunset.”“Can I take you to dinner again? Maybe pick you up at six?”Now it was her turn to grin, “Sounds like a plan.”We spent the rest of the evening talking about various things. She told me how she came to have the pilot’s license, something she’d.