Carmel stormed into my cell, her high-heels clattering on the cold tiledfloor, a look of intense consternation on her face."What the fuck have you don... Michele?" she screamed into my face."That little dweeb Brendan is whining to Steve about how you ripped himoff; didn't give him his money's worth and such. I hope you ain't fuckingaround here girl because you're playing with more than just your ownwellbeing!" she went on.I was still trying to come to grips with what was happening to me. . Or, more accurately, she could not remember the exact timing, she had merely looked out the window one night and saw him there, in all his half-naked glory. He was an Adonis. He was every adjective to describe male sexuality, ever. She found him hot. He made her feel hot.From across her way she studied his form. The toned thighs and legs, the shadows of dark hair all over the parts of his body she could see. How the dark hairs clouded over and became thicker from underneath his belly button, a. Unlike the doctor's office in her hometown, Shelly found Dr. Young's office to be bright, almost welcoming. It didn't have the antiseptic smell she associated with doctor's offices. The nurses there wore colorful scrubs, not stiff white uniforms. Dr. Young, who had been alerted to Shelly's previous experience at the gynecologist during her brief discussion with Rachelle, greeted the young women warmly.Shelly decided Dr. Young didn't even remind her of a doctor. She wasn't old, first of all.. He got back in the car, rifled through the glovebox lookingfor a "churchkey" can opener, and cracked open a beer. He reached overthe seat and handed it to me. "Here ya go, little buddy," he said."A little hair of the dog." I took a large swallow of the cold beer, then said, "Ok, what're you two up to? Where are we going?" My two friends exchanged glances. Finally, Al turned and leaned overthe seat. "Well, Stevie," he began, "it's like this. We figured thatyour visit to Queen Mary's must.