The whole shebang

I was interested in pretty much everything, so Gloria started me off on a view of a large introductory class led by one prim cool woman. "That's our Director, Lina Mahalingam," she introduced. I watched as Lina taught a gaggle of fresh young curious women using gigantic graphics, examining the phallus and testes with an intense scrutiny which made me awfully self-conscious.

Gloria smirked at my unease, and permitted me to actually sneak a peek of two student nurses sharing a dorm room. I groaned inwardly, for this was a classic fantasy come true of fresh-faced bubbly beauties in lingerie breathlessly bouncing around on beds with stuffed animals on them.

"I never dreamed it was possible to think so much about the human penis, Honey!"

"Heehee! believe me, Bunny, it will get a lot easier when you get to check out the STUD we've got up on the twenty-third floor! We call him The Nine-Incher -- and is he ever!'

"The -- Nine-Incher!? Aw no! No way!" Bunny swatted Honey with a pillow.

"Way!" Honey swatted back with her own pillow. "We all think about him while using our vibrators!"

The discussion dissolved into a giggling pillow fight, and I felt a bit embarrassed when Gloria took it upon herself to apply slow motion and bad music. "Okay," I told her.

She switched me to a room where many student nurses were gathered, led by someone reasonably professional. "Now, girls, I'm Head Nurse Ward, and here we have our star patient here at the Institute. Um, if you could disrobe, please?"

The camera did not permit me a good view, at least of nothing much more than the backs of women's head, but from the collective sigh I gathered that this man was the aforementioned Nine-Incher.

"Uh, Gloria," I worried, 'if your 'star patient' is "The Nine-Incher" ... then ... "

"Yes, that's why I want to take it extra slow getting the word out about you. I think this place may go a little crazy."

As if to prove her point, Gloria switched to an art colony. The word "crazy" leapt to mind as I saw woman after woman apply herself through painting, carving and sculpture to the task of creating towering phallic images.

Gloria somewhat begrudgingly agreed to let me check out the gym area, to scrutinize all the swimming and exercising and running in place, and when she added slow motion and bad music I took the hint and gave up.

It was a good thing, too, because Christa and Dr. Marvell soon returned. Hidden away on my gurney, Gloria cheerfully wheeled me towards Kicks.