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He’s not bad looking and has some other special gifts. However, Sunday is a long way off.
    She felt the pressure of Dr. Adler’s hand on her arm guiding her down the walk. She learned that he was twice her age. He was never married and lives alone in a very large home. She’s learned the routine well.
    He signs her out for whatever time he has available. They go to his house mostly, but every once in a while he takes her out to a nice restaurant. The last time was very nice as it was a seaside restaurant. They sat outside and watched the activity in the small harbor.
    She stopped and looked back at the care facility. The bright-spot lights lit up both the sign in the front yard and the house itself. She thought of it as a house, since it’s been her home for all of her life. ‘Lighthouse Manor’ still has a nice ring. ‘We care when you need us to’ was printed below the name. The white columns on either side of the front porch gave the Georgian colonial an impressive and inviting entry.
    “Alexis, what are you looking at?” Doctor Adler asked.
    “I’ve spent so many years looking at the inside of this home; I just wanted to commit the outside to memory.”
    They silently stood on the brick walk looking at the building. Alexis knew the inside like the back of her hand. There were ten patient rooms; four on the first floor and six upstairs. Off the front entry was a nurses’ station which was open to the main entry hall that had double doors to the main living area and dining room beyond.
    At the end of the main hall was the library which doubled as Dr. Adler’s office. There were rest rooms to the left of his office. The kitchen was across the back of the building out of sight. Patient rooms were along the left of the hall; hers was across from the nurses’ station.
    “Alexis, are you alright?”
    “Doctor Adler, you’ve shared much with me for over twenty years, and you’re almost like a father to me, but you’ve never told me about my parents.” She looked at him. “Why haven’t you told me the rest of my story?”
     
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    She no longer rode in the back of the Cadillac, but now sat in the passenger seat. However, the front seat could easily seat three people comfortably. He never answered her question, but had nodded his head and quickly ushered her to the car.
    Someone had to be paying for her care, which she knew had to be expensive. There were seldom ten patients at the home. Even if the building were paid for, there were considerable expenses involved running the facility. She decided to find out more about her parents and who was paying for her care, especially since he avoided answering her. He’s been out of character since she asked the question.
    She could tell he knew she was staring at him. There was something about him that interested her. His hair was black without any sign of gray. His hair was full and was always well groomed. She wondered if he went to the same hair stylist that came to the facility. Maybe she went to his home and did more than style his hair. She sensed some jealousy.
    He usually wore gray slacks like now, with a dark-blue blazer over a white shirt. Most of the time he would wear a tie, but usually when he was picking her up, he did not have one.
    His chin was long and square and when she had the chance to fix on his eyes they were a deep brown and reminded her of maple syrup. He was what she considered handsome. She thought of the hair stylist, and now wanted to run her fingers through his hair and make him more like a human than a statue.
    She thought about Chris’ frequent visits and liked putting on a show, while she secretly watched his. She even caught Dr. Adler in the shower one morning and watched for several minutes. She wondered if all men did what they did. She felt a strange sensation between her legs and wished she could touch herself. Would she be able to get Chris to touch her body now that she shared that she knew he was watching her?
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