"As he spoke, Tony saw that he was doing his pants up, and strolling away back towards the house - whistling happily to himself. Tony had found himsel... becoming very excited, by the sound of this sexual activity, and as he moved to get into a more comfortable position to see what she would do now. He knocked over a plant pot.Lady Susanne called out anxiously "Who's there?" It's only me - it's Tony." He called. "Do you want any help."As he stepped into view he could see her more clearly, and. .." she struggled with a polite term for it."Don't what?" he questioned."Don't work on titillating men! We're obviously seen as second-rate, if we get the results rather than the mechanism!" Well, I suppose..." Suppose nothing. I am a woman, and I am a scientist! Why should there be any difference?" She looked at him, daring him to say anything.He stared at her with a new interest, considering her...as a woman. Nice looking one, at that. Their eyes met, as she gave him that 'look' again. A. ==="Ranma! Just look at you!! Not even in a real fight, and you look like the loser!" {Oh, wonderful. The jerk's father can talk, now.} The wide, middle-aged, bald man in a both a kempo-gi coat AND pants was coming to meet her. She yelled, "I TOLD you, I ain't Ran--" Zzaff! Zznick! The shampoo-and-conditioner treatment the Guardian of Juusenkyo Attar had given her wouldn't even let her say that!She turned to something Ranma would say, "What'd you do with the pants!! Give me them, or I'll take. " I couldn't believe she said that. The doctor had used a moment of girl to girl unprofessionalism to size me up and put me in a humiliating light in commenting about my size to the nurse. There was a pause and the nurse gave a slight laugh and said, "Yeah. He isn't exactly hung." I died on the spot. And as I stood there the doctor responded to the nurse, "Not . . . at . . . all." The nurse laughed again. Oh, fuck. It was a total humiliation, and I got out of there and forged the signature. Two.