They told me you're here to go through the Silver Door ... follow me."The voice is dark, sweet but grim, as he turns, as if it were a ghost, to the le...t, walking to what appears to be a large closet. I'm about to answer her, asking "But the Silver Door, isn't this place?" when she opens the closet, revealing a huge glittering mirror. The glass does not reflect images, but a strange mass of colored reflections. Surely there is some optical trick, and I go over to check."So Eric are you ready to. Ramirez put her pen down and bit her lower lip."This isn't right," she muttered to herself.Frank stopped. "What isn't right?" he asked, puzzled.Dr. Ramirez scowled. "Have you noticed a pattern here? About your memoriesand your dreams?" Frank shook his head slowly, not understanding. The doctorlooked down at the floor for a second, then back at Frank. "Think about whathappened while you were in school. In grade school. In high school. How clearare your memories? Think about your memories of. Her name was Rashmi and she was in her late 20s. She was around 5’7, had flawless skin, a beautiful ass, and long straight hair. Her clothing ranged from shorter-than normal business skirts to sarees that clearly exposed her navel. Many of the guys in my batch used to gawk her when she passed by in the corridor. Unfortunately, she was a science teacher (I was in commerce) so I was unable to interact with her in the first week. Later on, some of us were helping the school organize the auditorium. She had, when she first came to school, waited until the wee hours of the morning to take a shower, and, even then, had worn a huge towel around her until she was inside with the curtain closed. Thank God she didn't have that problem.She made one more stop to pick up a couple of flash drives for her computer. She would be writing programs this semester, and wanted to try something she hadn't done, so far. It was a ricochet program, that, if a dirty program were sent, it would go back to the.