I afraid that won't happen but I am at a loss as to what to do."The waiter had just brought the check and Dr. Bryant insisted on paying it."Why don't ...e go get a table in the bar and have a drink and see if I can help bring things into focus for you," Jim suggested."I'd appreciate that," I said.We found a table in a quiet corner of the bar and order a couple of scotches.Jim said, "First let me say that this is not my area of expertise. I have mostly been involved in drug abuse counseling so. The doctor asked me "would you like Bobby to stepoutside the room while I make marks with this marker to help me duringsurgery?" I was like "Bobby can stay cuz like I totes trust him and likehe totes knows what is like best for me." The doctor nodded as Bobby and Ismiled at each other.Bobby was such a sweetie as he untied the string behind my neck of thegown. He held my hand as the doctor sat down on a little stool withcasters and wheeled it close to me. He lowered the exam seat so that I. I take a dry sip of this excellent Pilsner (Pilsners are the new IPA). A glance at my watch reveals her husband's hand slowly dragging the hem of her skirt up her leg. He pulls the hem just high enough for me to observe the crotch of her tights, which seem too far forward, stretched between her legs mid-thigh. That's when I notice the outline of her rolled tights beneath her skirt; a line like thin chord around the middle of her thigh. It occurs to me that she entered the place with her tights. Removing his hands he brought them around her chest to the neck of her shirt. With a swift jerk he tore her shirt down the front leaving her breasts exposed to the brick. Pressing his hand into her back to pin her to the wall he looped his fingers beneath the band of her skirt and panties and lowered them to her ankles. Releasing her for but a moment he hooked his arm around her chest, just under her breasts and lifted her a few inches off of the ground. She could feel him fumbling behind.