Though technically it was a work day, I saw it as the last of my break, since I started the midnight shift rotation. I hated midnight shifts and so di... ever one else. I was working the patrol division with Deputy Letter so it wasn't so bad. He was okay but I had more interest in the job, than Letter had. His interest was hit or miss. He proved to be interested in the job when it suited him. He liked to pull his badge on young women as a way to impress them. It was a harmless kind of 'me Tarzan. Paul had gotten acquainted with her friend Joyce, and the two of them seemed to be destined for possible later activates other than dancing. I sat at the bar, and as will happen sometimes, I ended up catching the attention of an older, drunken women that seemed rather desperate. A "bar fly". I was not interested in her advances, and I was not interested in rejecting her persistent advances, so since it was getting late anyway, I decided to escape when I had a chance. I told Paul I was heading. Just as he was about to groan, a sales lady appeared at his side. Great, now he had to explain we walked in here by mistake. He looked her over. Nice piece of work. She managed to look sexy and yet not appear slutty. In fact the entire store was like this. It wasn't the least bit sleazy, as are most sex shops. Maybe, just maybe . . ."Is there something I can help you with sir?" The question brought his mind back from his thoughts. He stammered for a few minutes. "You're nervous aren't you? Most. “So, how do we better understand what it is to be a woman? To be a mother, a sister, or a wife?”“I don’t know, guruji,” Nanda answered.“By becoming a woman, my dear Nanda,” the sage smiled.“I… I don’t understand, Guruji,” Nanda said, confused.“From today, you’ll be a woman, Nanda. You’ll dress like a woman, walk like a woman, and talk like a woman. This is a great way to open your mind and broaden your horizons. You’ll gain new insights.”Nanda was silent. This was unexpected. He has never heard.