”“Maybe you’re right. Maybe I haven’t really had to give of myself.”He gave her a smile. “It will work out okay. You’ll see. Now let’s...try a new game. Hold on a second.”Jake went rummaging through memories in Alice’s cerebral cortex. He found an interesting memory, reassembled it into the proper sequence, and played it back to Alice.“Tell me about that night,” Jake said.“Oh, my. I’d forgotten about that. That was me coming home after having a date. It was my first time with a certain one of the. A couple of days later and my recovery was coming along well - although I still had a broken leg to all intents and purposes - I had a metal plate and screws in the leg after the surgery and was wearing a sports brace. I couldn't stand on the leg but it was to pretty much immobelised and I was getting about on crutches. It was about half an hour after dinner and I was in bed without the sports brace when in walked an auxiliary to take my tray accompanied by Julie, the nurse from a couple of. In answer he just pointed to a small mirror fixed above the chair where he sat. I hadn't noticed it before, it was unobtrusive, but it gave him a rear view of the lobby behind him. Good idea for an entry guard, I guessed, he knew not only who was coming in but who was going out as well.He started to stir in his chair. "It is best that you do not come out," he said. "Here can be seen from the street and twice there has been a car drive slowly past that may contain your 'friends.' Perhaps they. He turned his head and put his arm out to me. He guided me to his lap, my feet off one side, and folded me into his arms. The instantaneous feeling was one of complete lovingly secure intimacy. I think I might have purred as my head rested on his shoulder.“I need to tell you something from yesterday.” He was stroking my hair with one hand and my hip to thigh with the other, but his voice indicated something of importance.I fingered the hair on his chest, “First, I need to confess something to.