All Joyce had on was a smock. It was the same kind that the patients wore for their examinations. It was white, and made of soft muslin. It had short sleeves and its hemline came to the same height as that of the miniskirt she'd had on when she'd arrived at the doctor's office an hour before, both excited and exhausted. The little, smock tied at the back of her neck and was open from there to its hemline. She was blushing all over her body. At the time; it had seemed perfectly logical for Dr. Morgan to give her a complete physical prior to her

employment with him. But now, late at night and wearing practically nothing in his empty office, Joyce felt very exposed and very vulnerable. He had her half drunk and out of her clothes and was almost certainly trying to seduce her. On the other hand, it was perfectly reasonable for him to examine her thoroughly before putting her to work with his patients in the morning.

"Sixty-two inches," he said as he nestled the sliding measurement bar in the curly blonde hair of her head. He entered this figure in his notebook as she stood trembling and blushing on the scales, and he said, "If you'll sit up on the examination table now, Dr. Carruthers, I'll examine your heart and lungs."

She had to jump up to sit her bare asscheeks down on the cold leather of the examination table. He went around behind the table, and the chill of the stethoscope on her back shot icy ripples through her body. It was hard to breathe evenly. His fingers seemed to thump right into her heart as he tap-tap-tapped on her ribcage. She felt dizzy and a little sick, and she tried to reestablish their purely medical relationship.

"I'm certainly looking forward to working under you, Dr. Morgan. Doing my internship here rather than in a hospital is a rare opportunity."

"Call me Phil when we're alone," he said as he slid his hands over her back. "Yeah, you'll like general practice, and I've got a feeling we'll get along well together as long as you do things my way."