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flipped his glasses back up onto the bridge of his nose, he does it a million times a day, and wrinkled up his face as he does whenever he's upset. "Why do you want to know, Nurse Foster?" he asked.

Usually when we're working after the patients are gone for the day, he calls me, Dorothy, which is my name, or Dot, if he's in a good mood, or Dotty, if he's in an especially good or silly frame of mind. 'Nurse Foster' kind of shook me. He must really be upset about this one. I was an noncommittal as I could be. "Oh," I said, or something like that "It doesn't really matter. I just wondered what the problem was, and how you help someone like that."

Now Dr. Lewis is classed as a general practitioner of medicine, which he is, but he's got one of the dandiest case loads you've ever seen. He could be a full-time surgeon, or gynecologist, or pediatrician or whatever, if he wanted, but he doesn't. I guess he likes variety, but this time he wouldn't talk about it at all. Which left me so much in the dark later, when Terry Evans came for an appointment.

She had short, blonde hair, not curled, but waved about her head. She wore black high-heel boots, block stockings and a short, black mini-skirt. She had a gorgeous figure and a young, innocent face. She had grey eyes, framed with thick lashes, to which she'd applied mascara. I guess they's have been too fair if she hadn't. She didn't use much makeup, but she didn't have to. She have me an impish smile when she went into the examining room to see Dr. Lewis. She knew pretty well how the guys in th4 outer office were ogling her, but she seemed to be enjoying it. When Dr. Lewis came in, he fussed around for quite a while, trying to think up things for me to get form him out of the office. At last, when I cottoned on that he was trying to get rid of me before he examined her, I asked him point-blank, "Well, doctor, do you want me to leave while you examine the patient?"

You could have knocked me down with a feather when he said, "Yes," just as plain as could be. At least he hd the consideration to be a little embarassed by it, but Terry Evans, she just threw back her head and laughed at me. She'd already taken off her sweater, a sleeveless blue and white thing, and had opened the front of her blue blouse. She was wearing one of those black uplift bras, and she was pretty well how the guys in the outer office were ogling her, but she was worried, too. This Terry Evans looked too pretty to be some kind of hooker, but, how would it look anyway, if it became known that Dr.

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