Come on in, I’ve got some papers for you to sign and then I’ll give you a tour of our facilities.”He followed her as she entered her office. He ...ad to chuckle as he read the back of her tee-shirt. It was a picture of a heavily muscled female boxer, standing over an equally strong looking male who had obviously been severely beaten by the female. The quote over the picture read, “A hard man is good to beat”.She went around her desk and sat across from him. Pulling out two copies of an employment. With that Sarah went off to get changed behind the screen, meanwhile Mistress Dion began to get things ready for the role play examination. Sarah could hear cupboards and drawers opening, and she thought it sounded like Mistress Dion was rummaging through a toolbox. She began to feel sick with nervousness, it was her first time here, and she was beginning to have doubts. Finally she was dressed in the hospital gown as instructed by Mistress Dion, and she made her way over to the examination. Mom covered his hands with hers and held them to her chest, leaning her head back onto Dad's shoulder. I could see that they were talking, but I couldn't hear a word they were saying.Being as quiet as I could, I opened my window a couple of inches and strained to hear what they were saying to each other. After listening for a couple of minutes, I realized Mom was telling him about the conversation she and I had earlier.Even though I was alone, I felt my cheeks warm as I blushed. As Mom talked,. " I'm sorry." replied Phyllis. "But I've already given him all thetime I said I would." She turned away from the reception desk andheaded for the stairwell door she knew led down to the first floor.Suddenly, the door behind Margie's desk flew open. A heavily panting,nearly out of breath, and flushed looking Dr. Sinclair sprintedthrough the opening. He spotted Phyllis nearing the door. "Mrs.Phelder." he gasped sucking for air. "Please, wait." he paused againtrying to take more air into his.