As she walked through the automatic sliding doors, she heard an old, scratchy voice say, "My, my, don't you look delicious." Tracy wheeled about to find a tall, older white man whose first facial characteristic she noticed was a thin line of drool that spilled out the corner of his mouth.
Tracy, who had already primed herself to be helpful, smiled and offered her hand.
"Hi, I'm Tracy. I'm a volunteer."
"My name is Vance, young lady, and it is an absolute delight to meet you. I think I'd like to see more of you. I will make sure that happens." Vance held onto her hand longer than was necessary and lifted it to his mouth, kissing the top of it and inhaling deeply in the process. Tracy was left with a strange impression of the old man. An unusual relaxed feeling came over her. She felt ent
