This is a story that took place many years later than my first one. My practice was connected at that time with an optician's store equipped to make glasses in an hour in a large mall. Next door to my office was a very elegant jewelry store which employed several very smart, well-dressed and attractive young women. They were allowed to put on jewelry from the store's inventory in the morning and wear them all day. In the evening, they, of course, put it all back into the drawers. This was considered helpful for selling and to me it added attractiveness to the girls. So whenever I had free time between appointments, I strolled over and chatted with the shop assistants there, sometimes inviting them for a cup of coffee or lunch.

There were two girls of whom I was particularly fond. Sally was about 22 years old, short, petite, blond and blue eyed with a few charming freckles on her tiny nose and wore glasses. She usually wore minuscule microskirts, very high heels and blouses that disclosed more than hid of her shapely breasts. Sally was my patient who came regularly every year for a check up. Her eyes were fairly stable although once or twice I needed to increase her prescription by 0.25. At the time my story took place her prescription was -2.75 -0.25 and -3.00 -0.50. The other girl had only been working at the jewelry store for less than a year but she was an old friend of Sally's at whose recommendation she had been hired. Kyra was her name and she was tall, leggy and very very slim, about Sally's age. Her style of dressing was a little more formal, usually long dresses with the skirt slit up to practically the top of her thighs and tall boots with high heels. She had short black hair, very pale skin with her make-up emphasizing her paleness, jet black eyes and tiny lips covered by brilliant scarlet lipstick.

One day when I was standing in front of their shop window, stretching my legs while waiting for my next patient and amusing myself by watching the pretty girls, I noticed something interesting. Sally was speaking to Kyra and pointed outside the store. I could not hear what she had said but Kyra squinted hard and then said something to Sally who reacted by taking off her glasses and handing them to Kyra. She put them on for a few seconds, looked at whatever it was Sally had been speaking about and then returned the specs to their owner.

On another occasion I saw the two of them sitting in the food court having lunch. I did not have time to stop because I was already a little late for my next patient. So I just waved at them from a distance. The same little drama took place in front of my eyes with Sally saying something to her friend, in this case probably that I was waving at them, Kyra squinting and then borrowing Sally's glasses for a moment to look at me.

On another occasion, I happened to observe them at the Burgerking in the mall. They were lining up for their lunch and, in this case, Kyra kept Sally's glasses on for a while while she was studying the menu board which apparently she could not read without them.

The time for Sally's eye test approached, my office sent out the routine reminder and she made an appointment. When I came out of my office to greet them, I saw, that she had arrived together with Kyra. She explained that they were going out for lunch after the appointment and that Kyra would wait for her. I answered that, if Sally did not object, Kyra could come into my office with Sally and wait there. Sally promptly invited her and Kyra came, sat down on a chair and observed the procedures. Before we started, Sally said,

"I had suggested to Kyra that she too has her eyes tested but she refused."
"Well," - I answered, - "I do not happen to have an appointment right after Sally. So, if you change your mind..." 
Kyra, however did not change her mind but refused adamantly.

Sally's eye examination yielded no surprise. I increased her prescription by -0.25 for both eyes. Her astigmatism had not changed. When we were finished, Sally spoke to her friend again,

"Kyra, I wish you'd have your eyes tested. You know you need glasses! You keep borrowing mine!" Kyra declined.
"Have you ever worn glasses, Kyra?" - I asked.
"Yes," - she responded. - "I used to when I was going to high school and loathed it! So when I graduated and my mother could no longer pester me, I threw them away and swore never to wear those damned things again."
"But you don't have to wear them all the time," - I answered. - "Why not have them and just use them when you need them?"
"Yeah!" - Sally pitched in, - "like at the baseball game when you saw nothing of the game and kept borrowing my glasses so we both ended up missing the best plays!"

At this, to our surprise, Kyra changed her mind suddenly.
"You're right! I don't have my Mom around anymore telling me I have to wear them all the time! I could just use them as and when it pleases me."

I did the eye examination on Kyra and when it was all finished I reported.

"Kyra, you really need glasses! You are substantially more nearsighted than Sally. Your prescription is -3.75 - 0.50 and -4.50 -1.00. I just don't even know how you have managed?"
"She managed by borrowing mine!" - Sally interrupted.

So Kyra got her glasses but she did not wear them much. Whenever I looked into the jewelry store, there she was without them. But after a while I noticed that she did after all use them occasionally. For instance she put them on to see better when a customer was trying on jewelry. She even did what people needing reading glasses often do: she hung them on a cord around her neck.

Not too much later I went on my annual 3-week vacation. When I returned, I dropped into the jewelry store to say hello and, to my surprise, saw Kyra wearing her specs. I said nothing. I thought maybe she needed them with a customer and forgot to take them of. But in the evening a got a glimpse of her leaving the store and she again had glasses on. The next day, when I left my office for lunch, Sally and Kyra happened to be doing the same at the same time. And again, Kyra wore her glasses. As the three of us walked toward the food court I asked her.
"Are you wearing you glasses a little more often?"
"Yes," - she nodded, - "a little... just once in a while..."
Sally burst into a loud laughter and exclaimed,
"A little? Once in a while? What she means, doctor, is that she puts them on first thing in the morning and takes them off in the evening for sleeping!"
There was an embarrassed smile on Kyra's face as she shrugged her shoulder,
"Well, doctor, you know... one gets used to them..."