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among others, he remembered. Well, they were the ones who were so so insistent. There must have been six of them, he thought, or did Angelo make six? Anyway, he'd pumped them all up, given them all really nice boobs. But the boy. He'd said no a dozen times, but the girls had insisted, and the boy, he was pretty shy, but he'd gone along with it. Aaronson remembered how they'd behaved when he'd visited them all in the wards. Angelo, of course, had been in the same room as the women. And all dressed up in the sexiest of lingerie- naturally! You couldn't tell him apart from the others after they'd finished fixing his hair. He'd walked out of that hospital as a fine and attractive a young lady as any who'd ever come into the place. Samuel Aaronson had even forgotten all about it over the years until that call! Well, of course he'd like to see Angie Rodriguez again.

He called the number he had been given. A soft, feminine voice answered. "Could I speak to Angelo Rodriguez, please?" the old doctor asked.

"Speaking," said the soft voice of a women, and Aaronson was non- plussed. "Who is this?" there was a touch of anxiety in her voice.

"Doctor Samuel Aaronson," he said.

"Oh," there was relief in the voice. Then there was a pause. "Do you remember me, Doctor?" the soft feminine tones continued.

"Oh yes," said the doctor. "If you're the Angelo Rodriguez I gave a nice pair of round women's breasts, then I remember you." He tried to keep all of his feelings out of his voice.

"I-I'd like to talk to you," said the 'woman.'

Dr. Aaronson considered. He was a year retired now. He ought to say definitely not. There was no reason for him to have to see a former patient. But he was intrigued. And Samuel Aaronson was nothing if he was not a curious man. "All right," he said. He gave the address of his Mallory Park home. "Come over and see me whenever you can," he said hurriedly, feeling guilty for reasons that he couldn't explain at all. He found his hand was sweating when he hung up the phone.

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