" Mmm-hmm", I had to agree with her, although it did add to the mood. "I guess there are advantages to this place besides the obvious." What obvious?"...she became semi-serious."I get to see you naked whenever I want, and in your case, that's just about every second of every day." Just about? You mean there's times when you don't want to see me naked?" No," I had to confess. "I always love seeing your gorgeous body, but there are times when it's not at the forefront of my mind." Like when?" she. When I first arrived at her house, she answered the door and my usual staunch professionalism completely escaped me and I stood there frozen like an awkward, hormonally-imbalanced school boy. She had on a short, plaid skirt which showed off her amazingly smooth, glistening legs. Her too-small tube top exposed her sexy, flat mid-drift and accentuated her cleavage which, for a teen, is just absolutely insane. If I didn’t know better, I would say she has implants because her breasts are not. "You're going to be a model patient, I can see," she said. "You're prepared to take a bit of pain without throwing a wobbler. We're going to get you better in less time than usual. We'll start tomorrow."Reg smiled back at her. "Thanks," was all he said but that was all she needed to hear. She had come to recognise her patients' strengths and weaknesses. This was a strong, gentle if uncommunicative man.Reg was wheeled back to his bed and Yvonne brought him a cup of coffee."Don't tell," she said,. I took that as a commitment of sorts. After all, there had to be dozens of guys -- ex-high school classmates of hers in Newark -- panting after her. If she actually took the trouble to drive over to see me, it couldn't be just for the ice cream.Delivery charges weren't all that high.That Friday night, during the after-hours at the Ice Cream Parlor, I told Annette about the coming school year in Columbus."I've got my own apartment, next month, just south of the campus." Any roommates?" No.