She looked like an angel. I could saw her mounds clearly. It raised and fell with her breathing. What a lovely sight. I slowly went near her and stood...there for some time. She appeared to be in sound sleep. I thought of going back but I could not. I sat on the edge of the bed with the beating heart. No movement in her. Now I decided to go further as this chance might not repeat. I just moved her saree pallu a little bit and touched the lovely breast with trembling hand and pressed little. She. It was a nice rig I put on the chair and hid it with the field jacket. The maker of the shoulder rig had mailed me an additional interchangeable holster for the .38. It made the .38 easier to hide so it was the weapon I brought along. A small strip of Velcro held the flap and gun in place. I just had to pop that Velcro strip and the gun fell into my hand. It was way simple."Take off your shoes and put these on," Mary Ellen said. There were hooker shoes she had for me to wear. I got a laugh out. The rest of the kids ate a hearty supper after we found them some clothes in the chest. Even the girls had to wear men's clothes, since there was no provision for dresses, but they did not complain. Having any clothes at all was a welcome relief.After supper, we got the full story from the children. They had been attacked just two miles from home, south of the road. Their parents had realized that the Indians were just too active for them to stay on their homestead, so they were headed for. After a pause, she started speaking n a serious tone. "Helen, we don't have any clue who you are, no idea how you got into secure areas of KSC, and especially no idea why."I interrupted. "I don't know any more about this than you do! Probably less! I don't remember a bloody thing about myself. Think what it's like to wake up naked in a strange country with no idea how you got there, no memory, and no possessions." I can imagine. Believe me, I've been closer to your situation than I'd normally.