) "Well Fran, we are waiting." "Waiting for what?" Fran said with a shrug. "Waiting for you to disrobe, so we can start." "Just like that?" Dr. Winker...just nodded his head. Fran looked ahead, and then at the cameras,and then at her co-workers, each offering little comfort. She also thoughtshe heard someone suddenly holler "strip the bitch," from behind the glass. After kicking her shoes off and sliding them under the exam table, Fran lookeddown at the white lab coat that she always wore. She. Dad had suggested that if I wanted a summer job, he could find a place for me at East Cascades. Apparently my previous reputation was still good with their people.I worked both in the office and out in the plant that summer, filling in for people on vacation. I had the advantage that I knew how the business operated on both sides of the wall and I could be used as a useful spare part. It paid well (the base rate for a permanent employee) and that contributed nicely to restocking my cash. That night had given me endless masturbatory visions, as I relived and enlivened the experience down the ages.But tonight was not in my imagination, tonight I was in the thick of the action and had just been looked at, I had been spotted peeping at the guy in front, I was guilty of invasion to privicy and now would have to confess my guilt and submit to whatever punishment is deemed just and warrented, in the world of seedy back street cinemas.As I awaited for him to make his move, my attention. When that exercise was finished, we all had another beer and everyone but me was more than a little tipsy. After all, I was the only one who’d had beer before, and I’d had some several times. It barely affected me.“What now?” Deb asked the group.Jill was slurring her words just a little when she said, “Hell, we’ve gone this far. I think we should practice making out.”There was another collective gasp from the group, but Glenda said, “I’m in.”I was astonished when Deb and Gina agreed, and not.