"Listen Phillip or whatever you are calling yourself now could you notplease go home as I am struggling to get the men at work away from thewindow wat...hing you trying to keep your skirt down?" It's Phyllis," I said."Well Phyllis?" I've called home and I am waiting for Lorraine to call me back to pickme up. I can't walk home like this."At this point it dawned on me that I was as ashamed of the men watchingme as I was of Lorraine seeing me in my underwear. The shame came fromthe fact that. Though not yet thirty-that dreadful event would happen in about six weeks-she was aware that the slang some of her younger girlfriends used, especially the teenagers, was alien to her, and their musical tastes too. When the Victoria's Secret catalogs arrived in the mail, Stephanie Seymour was nowhere to be seen in them, and the girls that were there, though sexy and attractive, seemed somehow callow, denatured, and remote, as if shot through a gauzy filter after having composed their perfect. I was pleasantly surprised that the same girl has called me again, i picked the phone & she said sorry for disturbing so early & informed that her roommate was leaving to meet her relative by bus & she would be alone for the whole day, her friend had booked a cab to the bus terminals & as it was on the way to my home so she wanted to check if she could drop so early in the morning.Without hesitation I said ok, she said see you shortly after 30 minutes I heard sound of car , I peeped from. If you need me to help just call me or let me know at practice." Doc said. About a week later I got hurt during practice. Doc had me carried into the locker room. Everybody stood watching as she looked me over then said I should be fine and that I needed to come to her office the next day after school which I did. Doc was there all alone and let me in and locked the door behind me. She led me to the exam room. She always wore these skirts at her office that she would pull up during an exam.