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In all his years in the army, Cal had never gotten used to the way some women could pull that off—looking one way all the time until you more or less forgot they were even female—and then doing whatever it was they did to end up looking like this.

Meehan was wearing a dress. He’d never seen her in a dress. It was colorful, flowery, kind of floaty and thin.

Her shoulders were bare, except for the little straps, and soft looking, smooth, touchable. He could imagine how good they’d feel if he ran his hands over them.

Don’t go there! he thought.

One of the little straps dropped off her shoulder.

Take it easy, Cal!

This was Nurse Meehan here—and he was acting as if she was a real woman or something….