tried to take good care of myself."

"And you do too! ....Uh? Chris, has Dr. Smith or Mary explained the sexual situation here at Greystone?"

"Well, Mary told me everyone here has had man trouble of one kind or another."

"Good, but I must emphasize, from a medical standpoint, that you resolve to conduct yourself in a completely non-personal way. You could cause some of our patients severe psychic damage simply by your appearance, much less your voice, or, heaven forbid, your touch. So be on you best behavior at all times. A young man your age has certain needs but you must bury them for now, for the sake of our patients, and for yourself as well. Can you do that?"

"That's a tall order," he stated. After a pause he grinned, "..but I'll do it. My sex drive was never very strong anyway."

But

"Good! I'm giving you the clean bill of health that allows you to stay and work here. you will have to report to me at least every other month for an updated exam. Okay?" He nodded. "And call me Joan, will you?" He nodded again. "Good luck, Chris!" She shook his hand vigorously and he turned to leave.

Then he remembered.

"Yes?"

"Uh, Joan?"

"Mary said I had to get a fitting for my uniforms after I saw you. Where do I go?"

"Just go out the door, turn right, and down the hall. You can't miss it. See ya." She waved as he left.

Only a sort walk down the corridor brought Chris to the sign he sought, 'Uniform Fittings'. But it was a very small sign at the gottom of the very large display window of a huge boutique. Uniform supplies was also the dress shop! With a great deal of fussing, the woman in charge, Judy,

took Chris to a fitting room, quickly made efficient use of a tape measure, instructed him to strip to his underwaear, and left. In a few moments she returned, almost before he was ready, and handed in a bundle of white that contained a two-piece uniform with socks and shoes. The clothes looked and felt strange. The pants had a short zipper and when he pulled them up they were very tight through the crotch and waist but loose in the seat and hips, and the waistband buttoned the wrong way. The top was too short to tuck in, with puffy sleeves and rounded collar, and it also buttoned the wrong way. The white slip-on shoes fit his smallish feet nicely but had heels over an inch high.

Chris opened the cubicle's french doors to find Judy waiting. She promptly checked the fit of his 'uniform', chalked some lines, tucked and pinned.

"You can change back into your regular clothes now, Chris," she instructed. "A set of uniforms will be ready for you to pick up here by the end of the day."

Chris considered the unusual fit and design of the items but chalked it up to first-day jitters as he changed and made his way back to Mary's (and now his) office. She had several errands set up for him and he was into the thick of it from that time on. They had lunch together and Mary got Chris talking about himself again. him that his literary interests could be satisfied in their large diverse library collection, and for recreation there were tennis courts and an indoor swimming pool.

She informed

"There is a regular group of us that enjoy a good foursome almost every evening so we some times need an extra racket. How about some singles after supper?" she invited.

"Sure! Thanks." Chris loved tennis but hadn't played for some time. "But I'm not very