At your current production rates, you would need fifty months to produce enough coating. If we add in the coating for the new bomber, the Air Force is... going to need even more from you. You have to increase production!”I scrubbed my hands over my face. “Damn it. Does this mean Lockheed is going to release me from our contract?”“What?” he asked, surprised.“You have rights to purchase 100% of our production. Are you building the new bomber? If not, how would they get my coating?”Victor paled as he. I didntwant to place another girl in this life. I chose to do it myself. So Icontinued my training and medicine.From then on, I went to girls schools and learned the arts of the femininelifestyle. Tutors were hired to train me in the proper lifestyle and mannersof a royal princess. I was trained to walk more gracefully. I spent hourswith books on my head learning the proper mincing sway instead of thetypical male swagger. I was trained to eat, talk and conduct my life as aprincess. Any failures. Uncle started giggling. Aunty interrupted him and said “kyon ched rahe ho mere bacche ko? Waise bhi mera baccha hai ye, mera dooch peeyga to isme sharmane ki kya baat hai”. Uncle was still giggling and jokingly kissed my on my cheeks close to my lips and said “mera sharmila baby …ha ha”. Aunty said “arre tum phir shuru ho gaye”. Uncle turned to aunty and lifted her blouse which Aunty did not object to at all and said, “arre munna mai maajak kar raha tha, agar tujhe sachmuch peena hai to koi. I knew the guy just wanted someone to talk to. I thought maybe it was because I took an interest into how he was actually going…We got in his very nice car, very luxurious and roomy. It wasn’t long before he told me what was going on: he needed someone to talk to.I smiled at him and said it was fine for me.He smiled back, saying things at home were getting even worse.Finally he had found out his young wife had been having an affair with some guy she met online.As I heard him, my mind turned on.