On nights out with the girls from the ward, or classmates from nursing school, the men eye her up with unabashed interest. Some even come to her when ...he dances, tell her what she desperately needs to hear.At Christmas, there had been that bloke who'd singled her out, danced with her, his every move letting her know what he wanted. His name was Dan, a medical student he'd said, though she had never seen him at The Royal. He couldn't have been more than twenty-three. Later in the evening, he'd. Holding my sandwich to my mouth I was about totake my first bite, when they rounded the corner into the lunchroom. They werepatent black thongs with a very small spike style heel. The dainty ankle strapwound it's way a couple of times before being tied off in front with a perfectbow. They were spotless, and framed perfectly a wonderful pair of French manicuredfeet that wore them. I couldn't take my eyes off of them as my jaw was lefthanging in front of my sandwich. It wasn't until they stopped. She replaced the ponytail at the top of her head with two small pigtails, barely longer than my index finger each, but were positioned behind her head. This brought more hair down over her forehead, hiding her greasy bangs before much more full and clean looking red hair.She didn't seem to smile or say anything as she returned, and I wondered if maybe she did catch the hint, and was being cold. And of course-- seeing her a little bit more presentable started to force my mind to change its tune. Is that what you want to do?" "No, Now stop and think about your stories. None of the men inyour stories' lives were wrecked, were they? You did writerealistic stories didn't you? Now you can see how realistic theyare. So far you are following just what you stories said happened.Wait until we get into some of the finer points of some of yourstories. Now go clean up the kitchen. I want the counters to shineand you can clean the stove and refrigerator real good." He could see he wasn't getting.