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Lewis examined his female patients in his office without his nurse being present?

Then Mrs. Francek came over with the medical billing on Terry Evans. "Who was that who just went into Room Three?" she asked me.

"A Terry Evans," I said. There must have been some bitterness in my voice because Mrs. Francek, I've never been able to call her Lou, even to this day, stepped back a pace or two and would have gone away. "What is it?" I said crossly, "something wrong in her billing?"

Mrs. Francek's white head bobbed up and down and she began to suck on the end of her glasses, where the chain she has round her neck joins them. "It-it's th-this," she said. She always starts to stammer whenever I say two cross words. "Th-they must have copied th-this down wrongly at D-Doctor R-R-Rrempling's." She held up the card for me to see. After the medical insurance number and Terry Evans' name, the column headed 'sex' was clearly marked 'M.' Her birthday also showed that she was 24, though she'd barely looked more than 18 to me.

"It's a mistake," I said roughly. "I'll bring it to her attention when I clean up the room."

I was getting particulars from another patient when I heard Dr. Lewis stepping our of Room Three behind me. When he was out of the way, I went over to it, rapped on the door, and barged in. She was still in her underwear when I went in. She was putting a dark, blue- mini-slip over her bra and panties. She didn't seem too surprised by my walking in.

"I think there's a mistake on this record," I said brusquely.

"Oh?" she said. She'd begun to put on her dark pantyhose, quite oblivious to me. She had a marvelous figure, rounded in all the right places.

"Yes," I said. "I think there's something wrong with your sex." I smiled viciously at her, but she just fastened her blouse and raised an eyebrow to me. "Under your sex here," I waved the thing at her, "It has you listed as a male."

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