David made his way to the back room where about half-a-dozen of his co-workers were relaxing and instantly made his way to the coffee machine. Unlike ...most offices portrayed on TV and in the movies, this place actually had great coffee and always managed to give David the burst of energy he needed to survive the day.He was just about to go check on his appointments for the day when Taylor Froth, assistant to Joseph Kendell, the owner and manager of ‘Hands on Stars’, approached him.“No need to. After checking in with the receptionist I took a seat and waited to be called back to the Dr. My hair is only down to my shoulders and I still haven't done much with it so I still look more feminine than masculine. I have by now gotten used to the whispering and subtle remarks made by some other males, the grins from some of the females who know exactly what I am. The nurse came out to get me and added to my potential embarrassment by saying rather loudly how cute I looked and did I still have. I think I’ll call and take his opinion on this matter. If he has good things to say, then I’ll speak to this Paul Reynolds.”“Thank you.”“How is your education going?”“Straight A’s so far,” I replied. “Everything is going according to plan.”“Are you studying to be a doctor as well? You know, you were never introduced!”“That is MY mistake!” I said quickly. “This is Clarissa Saunders.”“Or, as Petrovich likes to call me occasionally, Svetlana Yakovovna!”Mr. Zhuravlyov laughed, “But you are not. But you can’t restrict the talk to only the business. When we’re alone in the car they tell me their problems. I mainly just listen, but sometimes…’ Gary sat there silent as I explained how I had managed to get myself so entangled in my passengers lives. Part of what I told him was a revelation to me too. It was surprising to both of us how much I knew, how much of the minutiae of their lives lived in my memories of them. Somehow I had not dared look at some of my actions from another.