“Huh… Thanks.” He says, his voice reminds me of something… I can’t quite place it… But I suppose I’ll be hearing it a lot seeing as his ...s the locker right next to mine…“It’s how we tell who the first years are around here.” I tell him sarcastically as I get ready for homeroom.“Interesting method,” he says in that sexy voice of his, “I’m Pat, I take it your Rudi?” he says to me.“My reputation precedes me?” I say to him.“Well yes, that… And Mr. Connley assigned me to you today…” he said handing. Whydid men think they should use machines? As if womenwere toys with buttons you pushed. The last few years,the guys she’d dated just – if they wanted anythingbesides getting their rocks off – tried some techniquethey were sure would work.Every one left her cold. Why couldn’t they be human,like women? Mary thought of the one time she’d come, inhigh school with Betty – well, actually, after Bettyhad gone back to sleep. Connected, natural.As she thought that. "I don't know either. I have to figure this out, otherwise I'll be forced tostart wearing these clothes in three or four--" Wait a second. What clothes? Back up."I explained him the whole background. When I was through, he promised he'dhelp me out if I needed it. Thanking him, and God, I wished the world weremore full of good people like him.* * *Four days passed and I was in the midst of a crisis--I had no clean, olderclothes! I needed to wear the new clothes and subject myself to. “Dr. Calloway!” Reality came back and then everything was back to normal, except his purple blouse and black skirt patient asking if she was able to leave yet, her sweet scent and beauty just a joy to be around. He really did not want her to leave and the thought of asking her out made his heart tingle, but the rules were clear between doctors and patients. “Of course you can. Just make sure you have a good night’s rest, and if the pain persist then don’t hesitate to come back in and have it.