I was nervous and really wet when the elevator door opened. This floor was for the two senior partners of the firm and had two massive offices only, ...ith a common reception area which was also very big. The receptionist was a tall brunette in her thirties who smiled at me and said, You must be Miss. Andrews. Yuh…Yes. I responded trying not sound totally retarded. She led me into Gordons office which instantly took a shit on my dream office. His actual office was a hundred times better than my. Epstein was a renowned physician who earned his undergraduate, graduate, and medical degrees in his home town and then left for Manhattan, where he quickly rose to the top of his field.Soon he was invited to deliver a significant paper, at a conference, coincidentally held in his home town. He walked on stage and placed his papers on the lectern, but they slid off onto the floor. As he bent over to retrieve them, at precisely the wrong instant, he inadvertently farted.The microphone amplified. “He’s close by and you still came to see us? We’re honored.” Tom was sounding sarcastic, but Ashley didn’t seem bothered by it yet, only forced a little laugh and looked at him sharply before letting out a little yelp and looking away again quickly, flushing red. “Come on Tom, you could at least put a shirt on,” to me this was normal; Ashley didn’t seem to appreciate Tom walking around in his boxers. “Jesus! Do you have no regard for the women in here!?” Despite yelling at him Ashley still. That’s the top level analysis. What else can you tell me about men whose scores are similar to mine?” She thought for a minute, and then asked if I really wanted to know. “That’s why I’m here.” So she told me. “Mark, you are straight but not a fanatic about it. That’s good, because most men who are fanatics about it are actually very conflicted. They have natural curiosity but suppress it so brutally that they are even able to pass polygraph exams about their desires. In all honesty, we.