Mrs. Olivia!

Mrs. Olivia picked a stethoscope up off the tray, and walked over to the examination table upon whose stirrups Sarah had been straddled naked not even two minutes earlier. She tore the sanitary wax paper off from the roll, and layed out a new sheet for me to sit or lay on. She returned the stirrups to the "down" position, and smoothed out the paper with one hand.

She gestured for me to come over, "Please have a seat here, Mr. Doe"

Aware of the eyes following me from the attached waiting room, and even the occasional stray pair belonging to someone walking by the large plate glass windows facing out into the hallway, I nervously approached the raised table. I could remember how plainly the nude figure of Sarah could be seen, even from the chairs in the corner of the waiting room. I knew that I would be on display now even more than I already was, just as she was, and still is, from her plastic seat in the waiting room.

"Just have a seat."

Stepping up onto the stool, I lowered my behind onto the still warm, soft surface of the table. Amanda had found a seat only a few feet away, ensuring the best vantage point of whatever was to occur next.