We stood at the front door pulling off our wet clothes. We talked casually, laughed at the reactions we'd received and slowly shrunk ourselves to our ...early naked core. I stood there in my boxers and t-shirt. Mom was in her long johns - an old union suit she love to wear in the cold. It was too big, so consequently the snow had seeped in and frozen the cuffs of her feet and hands. She looked at me for a brief moment and then unbuttoned the buttons and let it slide down her shoulders. Emerging. It's straightforward, uncomplicated and the clock is now ticking. Unless you give me the young lady's name, I must drop you from the program and you will kiss goodbye to a life in the Special Forces. You won't be my conjugal, and you won't be allowed to summon me to one of our country's most elaborate torture chambers. In fact, you won't even see me again. Everything will be gone, vaporized in a puff of black smoke. On the other hand, Mr. Pendrill, if you succeed, I promise to choose you as my. "I'm not sure myself. I discussed it with Dad and he said he thought you and Mum ought, at least briefly, to see something of man's inhumanity to man. I knew it would affect you badly but I had to agree with him and had to steel myself to go there again." That's really what Mummy said, isn't it?"Mark nodded."Did they get the perpetrators?" We, the British Military Government, got a few. Some were sentenced to death and the others got long terms of imprisonment. The Germans have rounded up some. So they were very cordial and cheerful to us.To my utter surprise, she was the nurse who would vaccinate us, and that made me damn excited. I initiated the conversation and asked her about her name. She smiled and asked, “Are models really interested in nurses?” To which I replied, “If a nurse is as hot as you, why not?”She replied with a cute smile. She told her name and details, like wherever she actually belonged to and where she stayed in Bangalore. I Instantly inquired about her.