3 comments/ 108158 views/ 12 favorites Med School By: cowboy109 Noise in an auditorium has an odd effect. All the new students shuffling their pens and binders, while chattering with their new acquaintances, are sure noisy. Yet, until one tries to speak to the person in the next seat and cannot even hear oneself, one does not realize that the sound levels are as high as a jet plane taking off. That's why the professor is fidgeting with the old style microphone that hangs around his neck. His voice stops the beehive like activity, even though the speakers are faint and crackling. Dave stares down from his high seat at the end of a stadium like lecture hall. There are over a hundred students in the hall. Some have creative fashion haircuts. Some girls have still wet and matted hair. Some guys sport elegant 20's style hats. A dozen girls have a fun hair colors like a dash of red or completely green. Some already were white or blue medical coats. Others still showed up in baggy pants and oversized, untied basketball sneakers. The latecomers were sitting on the stairs leading down into the pit. The pit contained the professor in a dapper suit, a traditional leather bag on the desk, and his name on the chalkboard, professor Greenberg. "Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to medical school. Medicine has an ancient and proud tradition. It is the only established profession that does pure good as sworn by an oath. A chemist can work on rocket science after a four year bachelor degree. You will learn medicine, which is vastly more complicated. You will study hard for over a decade before you get to cut for the first time." "Now, please take a look at the student to your left and right. Introduce yourselves. Only one of you will be here by the end of the semester. The first year drop out right at our institute is around 70%. Some of you will fail our tests miserably. Some of you will give up utterly crushed. We do not make doctors for average hospitals here. We nourish heads of surgeries for the most prestigious hospitals. We inspire the doctors that make medical breakthroughs." Dave looked under the table at his leather shoes. A leather boot was knocking against the side of his shoes. The leather boot was stiff with the toes standing up. Flames were stitched on the shaft of the boot with purple leather. The male student next to him looked at him intently. He wore a white shirt with thick fabric along the edge of the fabrics, where the buttons were. The thick fabric made the white shirt stand stiff. The two top buttons were opened. The student smiled and leaned over to Dave. "That's Professor Dick. All the other professors hate him, yet they treat him nice. He washes out most of the students. The other professors appreciate to be spared wasting their time on dim wits. You survive him and you get to experience some of the most brilliant people on this planet. My name is Armando." "Hey, Armando, we can talk after class. Right now, I want to pay attention to the lecture. My name is Dave." Armando seized up Dave. Dave was wearing blue jeans with an oval washed out section on the thighs. Thin lines of washed out jeans looked like faded creases. Above the right knee was a small roughed up square, where the designer went to town with a knife to scrape the fabric. At the left bottom was a heart and 'K' stitched almost invisibly into the fabric, because the thread was exactly as blue as the jeans. The bottom of the black shirt fell over the top of the jeans. The black shirt had an oversized Marilyn Monroe printed over ten entire torso front reaching under his armpits. The photo print was painted over with bright colors. Her black pupils were filled with the outline drawing of one fetus each, proposing her pupils to be wombs. The Edge of her smiling lips had a cross of two tiny long bones. From the distance they only looked like an X. The black shadow in her blond hair was an illusion. It was actually, the outline of a sultry Goth girl with long flowing hair reclining on Marilyn Monroe's forehead. Dave leaned forward onto the narrow surface in front of him. The entire row was sitting on fixed wood chairs. In front of them was a white plastic surface as a writing surface. The writing surface was attached to the top of the chair row in front of them. The row in front of them was lower, so that they could look down onto the heads of the person in front of them. In front of Dave was a girl with dark dirty blond hair. The hair was twisted into a neat noodle with two white chop sticks sticking way out in both directions. Japanese Kanji characters were engraved on the end of one chop stick. The line drawing of a peacock finished the phrase. The other chop stick had waves, their white crest, and a koi fish engraved. The girls flip flops were hanging of the balls of her feet with a large gap at the heel. She clapped the heel of the flip flop against her naked heal in mindless abandon. The binder in front of her was pink with a large Hello Kitty face. The summer dress was cheery yellow with straps on her shoulder. The guys could see the top of her breasts a bit. Armando slowly, soundlessly tear a quarter sized paper piece of a bar flyer. He rolled the paper into a tiny ball and snipped it into her hair. The paper pellet had two shiny strands of hair running over it. Yet, a few other loose strands held the paper a bit above the actual hair. The paper was hovering. The girl did not react. Dave whispered to Armando "No." Armando proceeded to make the next paper pellet. The paper pellet landed right between the girl's flip flops. Dave quickly grabbed Armando's hand and held it. The girl did not react. "You can't do this." Armando smiled in success until the professor interrupted him: "The next person that utters a sound will have to leave this session immediately. I don't care if you just found out the meaning of life or your class mate stepped on your foot." Armando snipped the next paper pellet into the girl's hair. He fully looked at Dave to capture his reaction. Dave looked away. The girl roused. She reached for her hair. As her finger touched the first paper pellet, she started digging and pulling. She snipped it on the floor and went looking for more. Her hair was sensuous and recently washed. Dave could almost smell the fruity scent of her shampoo. She had a piercing at the top of her left ear. Her summer dress ended in the middle of her thigh. The skin and muscle texture looked young and in average shape. This time, Armando rolled the paper pellet in his mouth before he flung it down at the girl. He went for her décolleté. The wet paper hit her chest high and stuck to the skin. The girl turned around. Her fierce eyes were right in front of Dave's who was still leaning forward. Armando placed his finger on his lips to warn the girl from speaking to avoid the ire of the professor. When her facial expression changed, his finger in front of his lips slyly pointed at Dave. The girl shook her hand at Dave. Dave waved 'no' with both hands. The girl turned back to the front. Dave hit Armando into the side of his thigh with a closed fist. Armando's face brightened up only more. The whole class stood up and started walking toward the front and out the doors next to the chalkboard. The next step was the surgical initiation. The professor believed that students needed a taste of actual surgery to be motivated through the drudgery of learning the basics. On their first day, they were to assist life surgeries with a menial task like injecting a drug into the IV, sucking blood out of the surgery site, or handing the surgeon a scalpel. The surgery rooms were behind the lecture hall. The students formed five lines for each of the surgery rooms. There was a lot of waiting for students to neatly wash the hands all the way up to the forearm and dressing with hairnets, gloves, and surgical gowns. Then, as one student exited one door, the next student could step in. There was usually only space for five students at a time to observe among the many people of the surgical team. Dave stood next to Armando: "You are an absolute ass." "You have a problem with hesitation. In medicine, not the students that study the most win. It is the students that can step over boundaries. That girl in front of us will be unable to step over the boundary of cutting a corpse. She will fail anatomy. You will fail, because you are too modest. You will kill the woman with vaginal bleeding, because you don't dare asking her the right gynecological questions. Perhaps, you won't ask her a single one. Medicine is not normal. Cutting and sawing into bodies requires you to give up your hesitations. You still have a chance to get over it before they kick you out." Dave and Armando stood quietly in the line of blue students covered in puffy coverings head to toe. The pre-room was large, functional with a wooden bench to get dressed and rows of oversized hand sinks. The sinks had foot pedals to operate the water to avoid the clean hands touching anything. Every five minutes, the door opened with a glimpse of machines, large surgical lights and the surgeon. Rancid air wafted into the room from burned flesh. Blood vessels were soldered to stop the bleeding. Everyone looked ahead and was quiet. When Dave stepped into the room, he scanned the surgical staff to pick out the student, surgeon, anesthetist, nurses among the anonymous smurf-like looking people. The appendicitis surgery would be open soon. He recognized the bothered girl from the class earlier standing near a nurse. He pushed himself past the other students to stand next to her and apologize. As he pulled up next to her, he reached with his right hand for her shoulder to get her attention. His elbow knocked against a shiny stainless steel try. The meticulous instruments rattled loud. A ten blade fell to the floor with the ringing sound of a coin jumping around before it finally settled, only louder. Armando quickly stepped on top of the ten blade with his shoes. The surgeon paused. The nurse next to the surgeon quickly exhaled. "Who dropped a scalpel in my OR?" The nurse next to the girl from class quickly twisted her body around. Her body relaxed a bit, because she had something to do. She peered on the floor and reported: "There is no scalpel on the floor." Another nurse joined her search and confirmed. The surgeon grumbled without a word and continued poking in the abdomen of the patient. Armando whispered in Dave's ear: "You owe me. I get to double dip and do your surgery task as well. They won't recognize us with the face masks and eye shields." The girl cut him off by whispering to us: "You guys are in so much trouble!" Armando cut her off: "Actually, you are in deep trouble." "Phew" "Just look down at your feet. Those are pretty Hello Kitty flip flops. But what are they doing in this spanking clean OR, where sharp instruments can drop. You were lucky that the nurse was so focused on the scalpel that she did not notice. Once she calms down, she may remember." Her face looked haunted. She reached for my arm: "Oh my god, I will get kicked out on my first day. Let me get passed you, so that I can get sterile shoe covers." Armando firmly grabbed her biceps to stop her: "My dear, running will only draw more attention to it. It is a common beginner mistake to forget protection. Your peers are here to cover for you. I saw you going in like that. So, I grabbed an extra pair. I will drop them on the floor. You will put them up. While you are down there, you will pick up the ten blade under my boot and sneak it out." She squatted down in front of Armando. She pulled the bunched up shoe coverings apart and stepped into them. Then, she pushed Armando's boot away to grab the ten blade. She put it into the pocket of her surgical gown. The next minute, the space opposite the surgeon opened. She stepped to the unconscious body. The nurse gave her a sponge with rusty red fluid to sterilize the skin around the sutures. The appendix surgery was near the end and the cut already closed. She painted thick lines of rusty red on the lower right abdomen. They meet again the next day in the library. The girl introduced herself as Sandy. The professor introduced the reason for the odd class location. Yesterday, they had tasted the joy of surgery. Today, they would taste the ardor of long hours of work. They all had access to anatomy books. Their task was to learn all the 206 bones of the adult human body in one long session. The day could either end by passing an oral quiz on the bones or being expelled for falling asleep. The maximum allotted time was 72 hours -- 3 days. To make things more interesting, everyone had to grab a study partner. The study partner was actually an adversary. If a study partner fell asleep and the awake partner could write 'loser' on his/her forehead, the sleeping partner would be eliminated. The awake partner would be rewarded by having to answer one question less on the quiz. A new study partner would be assigned. There were ten questions on the quiz. A particularly alert, yet dumb student could succeed by simply staying awake long enough. The same is the case in real world situations. During long shifts, surgeries, and disaster emergencies, the last doctor standing still saves patients, while the brilliant yet exhausted doctor does not. Armando was paired with Sandy. Dave was paired with a small Chinese girl with large glasses. The morning in the library was packed with a lot of noise and movement. By early afternoon the snack vending machine in the library had run out. Students were re-using their soda cans to drink water from the bathroom tap. All four were sitting on the floor. The coarse floor had become familiar like a home by now. In the morning, it seemed like a dirty floor. Now, it felt like an inviting living room. Looking up at the window brought a reassuring familiarity. Everyone knew the major bones like femur and humerus. Some even name all the wrist bones: scaphoid, lunate, triquetral, pisiform, trapezium, trapezoid, capitate, and hamate. Pisiform was the most easy to remember, because of its crude reference to 'piss,' and the prominent location as the bump on the pink side of the wrist. They had learned them in pre-med classes. Yet, the small and unusual ones gave even the top students a challenge to remember. Dave noticed glitter on the Chinese girl's cheek. When a second tear ran down her cheek, he recognized the glitter for crying. He talked softly to her and offered his last pretzel in the aluminum pack to help her blood sugar stabilize. "Eight hours. I only know 103 bones. Last hour, I learned five new bones and forgot three." Dave put his hand on her shoulder. She shrugged sharply and grabbed her bags. She whisked out. Dave followed her. Near the door, the professor stopped him: "Congratulations son, you are down one question. Now, pair with Sandy and Armando. They sit over there." Night passed surprisingly quickly. Most brains were too exhausted to track time. The blue, red, purple sunrise inspired the first student to try the test. The student passed. It was the thirteenth student to leave. The other ones had easer silently walked out in shame. Or, they had received loud cheers of the sleep deprived raucous students for the red word on their forehead "Loser." They had fallen asleep. The first student to dare write on the forehead of the other had broken a taboo. Everyone was now eyeing their partner carefully to fall asleep and provide an easy way out. When Sandy dropped the book on her belly, Dave expected Armando to immediately scrawl 'loser' on her forehead or face. Yet, Armando leaned forward on his knees to get closer to Sandy on the floor. He carefully placed his index finger on Sandy's heal. Her flip flops were somewhere else in our circle. Then, his finger glid along the sole of her foot to her toes. On the second pass, Sandy snorted and flung her eyes wide open. "Sleeping beauty, you almost wasted your parents savings by flunking med school. I got just the thing for you." Armando pulled an orange prescription container out of his pocket. "600 mg of modafinil proven to keep combat pilots alert and accurate for over 40 hours." Armando turned prescription container over while waving it back and force, so that the pills clicked against the lid. "What is it going to be? Years of school for nothing or doing whatever it takes?" Sandy lurched forward to grab the modafinil out of Armando's hand. He pulled it away quickly and she fell on his legs. Armando laughed: "There is a string attached. There are always strings attached. You let Dave and I practice breast exams on you, so that we pass the women gynecology part. In exchange, the modafinil will help you pass the bone test. Sandy punched Armando's chest and walked away to the bathroom. Armando sang: "Time is on my side, yes it is. Now you were saying that you want to be free, but you'll come runnin' back" For then next hour, Armando intermittently belted into "time is on my side" and evilly added "yes it is." The room took little notice of his antics. All the people with ticks had started showing them. The tall guy with the basketball shoes was bending his torso all the way forward to his thighs and back into the backrest of his chair. A yoga girl had taken all kinds of odd positions. Once she was balancing on her with her legs stretched to the sides. Her hands were holding onto the anatomy book. Some people had purple sacks under their eyes. Some people had really disheveled hair as the spray wore out and they scratched their head. A survivalist girl had tried eating the plant decoration of the library. It was a South American plant that gave her hallucinations. A nurse took her away. Unerringly, Sandy's abrupt head dropping and jerking back up ended in her head staying down. Armando picked up his soda can of purple. He moved it over Sandy's crotch and let a drizzle of water from the bathroom down. Any remnant of sticky colored soda had long been washed out by the frequent refills. Dave punched him hard. Armando lost his balance and dropped the can into Sandy's crotch. The can quickly spurted out the water onto the brown dress. Sandy woke up and punched the can away. "Sweetie, this time it was really Dave. However, you have not reason to be upset. We saved your ass. It is modafinil time. It is time to feel like a top gun pilot, wide away through forty hours of combat. See even Dave will take one. He has an open tap on IOU's with me. He already owes me one favor for the scalpel drop. Sandy, it is time that you join the gang." Dave quickly grabbed a modafinil. Even he knew that he was simply a string man to induce Sandy into the boob grabbing, he knew that he was a slow learning in need of an edge. Sandy poked her stinky finger into the air at Armando and took a hit of modafinil as well. From then, Sandy got only more edgy. Every other time that she flipped a page in the anatomy book, she'd hiss peanut balls, trashy rat, and so on at Armando. Armando enjoyed getting back at her by talking about spiders walking in her hair or her getting dangerous wrinkles from dehydration. Sandy would each time jump up and run around the library. The side effects of edginess and anxiety were setting in. Around noon, a group of noisy kindergartner kids ran into the library. They were on an excursion trip. Their teachers quickly herded them out. Armando had noticed the two Pakistani girls had not looked up at the kids screaming "I will be a doctor, too." They were both sitting in armchairs with a little magazine table in between them. Armando slowly closed in from behind one. Armando said, "For every evil under the sun there is a remedy and your mine." Neither of them motioned. He carefully got his red pen out and wrote "loser" on their foreheads. After they still did not rouse, he undid the top two buttons on the shirt of one girl, so that the inside edges of her boobs could be seen. Then he walked over to the professor to get the two questions down credit for his deed. Med School Sandy left the two guys a little after sunset. Her face had a red rash from the modafinil. She passed all of the questions. During the night, Armando had easy pickings of writing loser on student's foreheads. The students without stimulants were falling asleep and their study partner's were not longer coherent enough to recognize their opportunity and act on it. In the deep of the second night around 3 am, Armando had one by eliminating a student for every question on the quiz. Dave was assigned one new study partner after the next. The final study partner was a young Iranian man shaking from all the caffeine stimulants that he had indulged in. At the 72 hour mark, the professor offered them a match of the first person to get a question wrong losing and the other person passing. Dave clearly won, because the Iranian guy was stuttering badly from exhaustion and caffeine. Sunday afternoon, Dave walked up the wide, gray, and worn stairs to the tall stone building with the large wooden gate. He stepped into the church. The cold tall pillars held up the tall ceiling. Rows of hard wooden benches filled his path to the front, where a table filled with flickering candles stood. He made a right looking up at the yellow and blue colored glass window of a female saint folding her hands and a cross on a staff next to her. He stepped into the dark mahogany wood enclosure. He sat down on the hard wooden bench with a purple velvet pillow on top. He drew the curtain close behind him. His fingers ran around the edge of the window to the priest. The edge was engraved with figures re-telling the passion of Christ. He heard the priest sliding open his side of the window. Now, only a fine screen separated them. "Father Dagur, it is me Dave. I have sinned." "Go on." "I have used a prescription drug to win an exam at school." "Dear Dave, the Lord is not concerned with the laws of the Roman emperor or any emperor. Have you broken divine law?" "I have cheated, father." "Son, I had a little wine to mellow my gut before taking confession. It helps me accept the long rants of the bored house wives. Would you say that I have cheated?" "No father." "Dave, say five Hail Maries and waste no more time. Go home and study. We need bright doctors like you." Monday during the first recess, Armando walked up to Dave, high-fived him, and told him to follow. He found Sandy talking to a group of girls. He grabbed her by her pony tail and pulled her away. Sandy walked behind Armando and tried to talk to him from behind like a little dog trying to catch up with its owner: "Hey, I thought about it. I am uncomfortable about it and won't do it." Armando turned around, seized up her face, and said, "You still have the rash on your face. It would be easy evidence to get you flunked out of the program." Armando continued walking. Sandy opened her mouth and did a little body wave with her body, as she decided to continue walking. Near the central elevators was a wall segment, where porters would hide unconscious patients in their beds until their room was ready. Armando gathered the three of them there. "Get over yourself. We are all here to learn. Sandy for all I know, you may have lumps in your breast." Sandy stood there. She stood on happy Hawaiian flip flops. She wore roughly cut off jeans with a black tank top. Her breasts were full and well formed. Her arms boxed her head like a frame for a moment, as she pulled the top over her head. A purple bra with a smooth round shape appeared. It pushed her breast slightly up. Sandy unhooked the bra behind and the bra jumped immediately forward and down in a V shape. Her breasts sagged down a little bit into their natural shape. Armando got black electrical tape out of his pant pocket. "We will give you some privacy." Sandy's eyes brightened a bit and she nodded. Armando ripped a one inch piece of tape off the roll. Next, Armando spit on his fingers and rubbed it on her nipple. Sandy stepped back. "Sandy, you will thank me, when we are going to pull off the tape later." Sandy let Armando step closer and put spit on her other nipple. Tiny white spit foam bubbles were next to her nipples. Armando made black crosses on her nipples with the electrical tape. Armando started making little circles near the lower fold of her left breast. "Armando, do you realize that I am half naked, where people can walk in on us?" Armando continued working horizontally along the breast looking for lumps, while smiling brightly about what he was looking at and touching. Dave half tried to sneak away and half tried to get a better look at Sandy's full breasts. His face was flushed red. Sandy alternated between looking at the ceiling and looking into Armando's face. "Clear. It is Dave's turn to check the other breast." "No man, look." "Dave, if you want to become a doctor, you have to get over your modesty." Dave stepped forward and put his hand flat on Sandy's boob, pushing it up, so that the boob bulged out around his hand. "Happy?" Armando, grabbed his index and middle finger and circled them in over one small area at a time on Sandy's breast. Dave looked down at the floor with a couple long hairs and a discarded back cover of a band-aid. "Dave, be a doctor. Look her straight into the eyes, while you touch her breast. Tell her that she is the hottest coed in class. You have fantasized about her breast at night in bed. Now, you are so glad to touch them." "Armando, I had my first kiss at age 18 with a girl that I meet at the local swimming pool. I am in new waters here." "Really, are you one of those man-virgins? Will I be your first boob contact? I had my first kiss at age 15, when my date walked me out of the restaurant." Dave was quiet. He shook Armando's hand off and attempted on his own. When he avoided the black tape over the nipples, Armando corrected him to not miss an inch out of modesty. Dave could feel Sandy's nipple under the black tape. He could feel her breath on his hand as he looked up at her eyes. Her eyes were curiously looking down at her naked breast. After he was done, Sandy put the bra and tank top back. They all separated. On Friday, Dave and Armando meet again. They were assigned as study partners for the first clinical practice. The professor had handed them a multi-page health questionnaire. The first page provided an introduction on conducting patient interviews tactfully and thoroughly. It was important to make patients comfortable with the power inequality of a patient doctor relationship. Equally important was detailed interviewing to catch even hidden hints at a medical problem. Dave and Armando were waiting in a small exam room. The short exam table had been placed sideways to fit into the room. The cabinets had common supplies. The drawer top had gloves, wooden spatulas, and the medical waste container. The wall had a funky multi-colored diagram about the cold and the flu. They were wearing a white coat over their student clothes. Dave had the clipboard, questionnaire and pen. Dave's nitrile gloves were a size to large and had many wrinkles. The door opened and a eighteen year old slightly chubby girl stepped in. She was chubby in all the right places like her hips and boobs. The tight black leggings helped getting a good look at her figure. And, her t-shirt was equally snug fitting. She dribbled into the room with short steps in her white sneakers. "Hi," and she waved her hands at them. "My name is Dave. That is Armando. What brings you here today?" "Oh, I am here for my regular check up. My name is Emily." She raised a peace sign next to her eyes. "Okay, I have a few questions that we need to ask you, before we can send you back to the nurse to take your blood and urine samples." "Actually, let me cut Dave short. Let's do the physical part of the exam first. If you could do some jumping jacks for us. Jump your feet apart, while clapping your hands. Jump your feet together, while reaching out with your arms. Give us 10 of those." Dave scribbled on the side of the paper: "That's not part of the questionnaire." Armando replied: "I know. I just love watching those young bobs bounce up and down." Emily's breasts were so chubby round that they touched each other on the inside. They bounced up to her shoulders and back down with each jump. "Now, Emily, please give us ten situps." Emily sat down on the floor with her legs straight and together. She lay on her back. Her boobs would distribute onto her chest and become flat. As she leaned forward to touch her toes, the boobs would hang down and forward at twice the size from before. The sight of her boobs and the chubby outline of her thighs next to them was delicious. Dave scribbled back, "You are getting us in trouble." "There will only be trouble, if you let on to Emily that there is something unusual." "Emily, stand back up. Let's see how flexible you are. I will have you stand up and reach for your toes." Emily was bending forward. The leggings stretched over her butt and showed that she was wearing a colorful g-string. Armando lightly pushed on her back with one hand, "Can you do a bit more? You are still young." Emily strained forward. Next, Armando's other hand went straight in the middle of her butt and moved her an inch back: "Now, don't fall forward." Emily's face was red from straining to get the last bit towards her toes. Now, Armando pinched the legging fabric at her butt together to get a hold of the g-string. He pulled the g-string up. She got a wedgie as the g-string pulled into her vagina. "Now don't cheat by bending your knees. Okay, I guess that's all we get." The flustered face of Emily reappeared. "Dave will now go with you through the health questions." Dave rattled down the question in a quest to get out. Armando interrupted him. "Emily, you are now eighteen years old. There is new freedom that comes with age. With that come also new issues. Are you sexually active?" She said "Yeah", while looking down. "How many sex partners have you had?" "Three." "Have you had anal sex?" "Yes." Her young fingers were walking around her thighs in discomfort. "Tell us about it." "Well, this guy from church was over watching TV. My ma was out grocery shopping. We cuddled under a blanket. He suddenly threw me over and thrust his penis inside of me. It hurt." "Ah, that tells us what to screen for. You masturbate of course. What is your preferred way?" "Oh, like in the shower, I have this electric tooth brush and I put a lot of tooth paste on it. And, then I hold it there. I have to be quiet though, because my brother is sometimes using the sink outside the shower curtain. He just walks in like that sometimes." "Okay, Dave can continue now with the questionnaire." After they had walked the girl back to the nurse, Dave yelled at Armando that he had crossed a line. He told him that his hesitation speech would not work this time. Armando were on a power trip. They left in disagreement. Dave saw his priest in confession that night. He touched the familiar cordelet that ran around the seating pillow. He still had the anger gushing out of his voice, when he talked. "Father Dagur, I have been part of a terrible sin today." "Go on." "Another student and I abused our clinic practice to enjoy the sensual appearance of a young female patient. Then, we asked her sexual question to arouse ourselves." "Dave, you and me have a similar lesson in our profession. When a precious slender girl in a skirt runs into my office sobbing and throws her around my neck, don't you think that I notice her tight ass in that mini skirt? Don't you think the biology in my body reacts no matter how many times I read the bible?" "Father, I am in deep need of your wise advice." "Son, sometimes, I take a leave from the Buddhists. There is a saying, let the fruit fall from the tree, when it is ripe. The idea is to allow your urges and vices to ripen until they naturally vanish. Armando is teaching you an important lesson early. You will get aroused by this or that patient. How you face your arousal is important." "I hear you, father. How shall I handle my arousal?" "There is a wrong way. If you repress it, it will only grow strong. That strength will overpower you every once in a while with terrible consequences. Instead, let it flow. Let yourself be aroused by a cute chick or two. Maybe, even indulge a little. Trust me. You will soon bore of it and move on to something else. Next time, allow the erotic arousal in and make friends with it, lest it become the demon that will control you." "Dagur, your counsel has been wise in the past. Say how many Hail Maries today?" "Five, son." Day two of the clinic practice brought Dave and Armando back together. They waited in awkward silence for the nurse to bring in the patient. The patient was a tall blonde woman in sharp business attire. She wore black very high heels. Her knee long dress was pinstriped. Her thighs were strong biker thighs that showed the definition of her quadriceps. She had a white blouse and pinstriped jacket. Her hair was sprayed to go back very tightly. She had bright red lipstick and golden ear clips. She had fallen during yoga practice. During handstands another student had tumbled and fallen onto her. Her back was hurting. The two young med students were supposed to do the general exam to rule out any secondary issues, before the orthopedic doctor would treat her back. Dave was holding the clipboard with a copy of the questionnaire from yesterday. He attempted to clip the pen to the top of the clipboard. It dropped to the ground. He moved a little back, yet was too close to the wall to bend down. "Jennifer, could you pick the pen up for me, please." Jennifer squatted down. Dave could see deep into the slit between her breasts, because her blouse had a v-shaped top. He could see the slivers of a pink bra with the deep blouse look. Armando pressed his lips together as he saw Dave looking down at Jennifer's breasts. "Let's check your respiration before we start the question. Please, take off your jacket." Dave reached for the cold stethoscope. Without hesitating, he reached under Jennifer's blouse up her back. He told her to breathe deeply. He worried about the boner in his pants. Yet, he assumed that the jeans and white coat provided enough of a visual buffer. He pulled the stethoscope out. He slid it under her bra up front. Jennifer shivered, when he touched her nipples. "All good. Armando will do the questionnaire." He handed Armando the clipboard. Armando skipped half of the questions. He was not very interested. The blonde business woman made herself more comfortable and answered the questions with precision. "That was the last question. You are now ready to see the orthopedist about your back. To get you ready, you will have to change into a hospital gown." Armando held out the hospital gown with the blue flowers printed on. Jennifer waited for them to leave. Armando added: "The orthopedist will go on lunch break soon. Let's get you wrapped up." Jennifer unbuttoned her blouse. A purple bra with black laces appeared. She had a trim body. Jennifer made a sound with her mouth as if she were unsatisfied. Armando took the blouse off her and put it over his arm. Jennifer opened the zipper in the back of her skirt and let it slide down to her feet. Matching pink panties with black laces appeared. Armando took the skirt as well. Armando stopped Jennifer from reaching for the hospital gown: "The bra as well. We may have to do an MRI and the metal in the underwire interferes with the machine." Jennifer rolled her eyes and considered how far she had gone with the two male students. She unclipped her bra and her twins fell out. Armando grabbed her bra as well. "Almost there, we don't have all day." Jennifer stomped her foot and pulled down her panties. Armando grabbed her panties, making sure that his fist covered around the white hygiene fabric that had been next to her vagina. Jennifer stood there completely naked in front of the two young white coats. Her arms covered her breast. She was tall, slender, and athletic. Her body clearly showed her hard workouts. She took the hospital gown from Armando. She put her arms through the short sleeves, so that the solid fabric covered her front. The back was hanging wide open showing her sexy back and tight ass. Dave offered to tie her back. He started with the top string. He continued with the middle string. The lowest string was near her butt. He made sure to put his finger a little between her butt to cop a feel and pretend to pull out the string. Her nakedness still showed through the loosely tied back strings. They told her to follow her out into the hallway. She strutted such scantly closed in her black high heels into the hallway. They made sure to walk past a waiting area without a nurse. They did not want to get in trouble and provide her with the most public exposure. In the waiting area, Armando stopped next to an old man with a walking stick. His lips were shaped as if he had lost his last tooth. Jennifer turned to Armando with her behind against the old man. Armando told her to wait her. He would check, if the orthopedist office was empty. She stayed there with her partially exposed butt two feet away from the old man's face. A little kid pointed at Jennifer. She blushed even more. Armando returned. He simply walked her into another exam room. The whole pretense was simply for publically humiliating Jennifer with her public nudity. He left her in the room with her clothes in his hands saying that he'd leave them with the nurse. Thus, Jennifer was left without her clothes at the mercy of the real doctor arriving. At lunch time, the trio of Dave, Armando, and Sandy meet up. They were chatting over cafeteria sandwiches and salads about their experiences in the clinic practice. Sandy gushed out the story of an old woman in her exam room. The old woman could not find her dentures. Without her dentures, her speech was completely unintelligible. Finally, they had to finish the exam by writing to each other on a notepad. The old woman's hand looked tall and ornamental as if it had been from the Civil War. Armando tried to top her story by spilling the downblouse view and under blouse touch that Dave had caught. Dave was upset. Sandy was even more upset. "You guys abuse pretty women. That's no fair. We women have to score back. This afternoon, if you get a guy, you text me. I will get you right back for it." The first patient of the afternoon was a twenty year old male. Dave and Armando should do the basic health exam and send him on to triage for further assessment. They texted Sandy from the exam room. A minute later, the door swung open. Sandy stormed in. Her white coat was wide open to show her top and her wonderful boobs in it. She gave the patient a full body hug to make him uncomfortable. "Richard, have a seat here." She sat down next to Richard on the exam table. Richard was a tall lanky man. His shirt was too short at the wrist. His Khaki pants were too tied. His penis was visible in the right pant leg. Sandy put her hand down on Richard's thigh, so that her finger tips touched his penis. Richard had a pale squeamish face. "Richard, what brings you here?" "I have had a headache for a week." "The doctor will see you in a bit. We are going to do a general exam to look for red flags. I will have you lie back and pull up your short for an abdominal exam." Sandy started patting methodically across his stomach. Yet, she made sure to avoid the firm professional touch. Instead, she was caressing his stomach softly. She moved around in circles. She made sure to slip her hands under his belt loop as well. Richard had goose bumps racing over his body. His face was red. Armando and Dave stood in the far corner watching Sandy amused how she worked the patient. Med School "Okay, that's good. Let's check the reflexes of your knees." Sandy squatted down to roll up his pants. Her approach was half hearted. "Honey, those pants have to come off." Richard stripped his khakis down. Now he was sitting there in his boxer shorts and white athletic socks. Sandy ran his hand up his inner thigh as if to steady the leg for the reflex test. Yet, she really tried to make Richard uncomfortable by arousal. She banged around his knee with the rubber mallet until his knee foot jumped forward. "Richard, are you gay? No? So, guy butts and pecs don't turn you on at all? So, you are straight? So, boobs like mine turn you on? So, we have to take a peek at it. Pack it out. Stand up." Richard stood up. Sandy pulled down his boxer shorts. She took a sniff. "Oh, it is a bit filthy." She reached for a disposable alcohol wipe on the counter. She unfolded the white alcohol napkin. She carefully wiped down his penis and surrounding area. His penis was clean. She simply needed a pretext to handle his penis longer. After she discarded the alcohol towelette in the trash can, she was still squatting in front of Richard's balls and penis. She wiped a string of hair out of her face with the back of her hand. Then, she groaned, "Those have been pinching all day." Then, she reached with her gloved hand inside of her bra and adjusted her boobs. Without changing gloves she grabbed Richard's penis again. Dave and Armando gave each other looks. Sandy pointed the penis up, down, and sideways. Then, she pinched the head and pulled the skin all the way back. She grabbed the shaft with her hand. "Please, squeeze as if you are holding back urination. Okay, thank you. Now, I will test tissue flaccidity." She pinched the penis near the base between her thumb and index finger. She quickly flicked the penis up and down, so that the penis outline blurred. She continued by handling his testicles. She checked his penis with small circles. Next Sandy took out a yellow metal measuring tape. She placed the cold metal against his penis from the pubic bone down. She took a pen out of her coat pocket. She tried to make a mark at the first inch. The pen did not write. She took the pen in her mouth to get spit on it and tried it again. It still did not work. She now drew the pen across his belly in large circles until the pen started leaving a line. She marked every inch with a small line on his penis. "I am looking at the proportion of your penis. Let me do it again, because I am new to this." She repeated her marks and measured an extra half inch. She feigned confusion. Then, she blamed Richard, "Are you getting a hard on during a medical exam? What kind of pervert are you?" She told him to turn over. He kneeled on the exam table. She spanked his naked butt with long swings and thudding hits. She reached her hands between his thighs to grab his penis: "Are you done getting hard?" The young man turned around and tried to cover his raging hard on with his hands. Sandy firmly looked at him: "There is one cure for a trouble patient like you. Cold water!" Sandy got her cold Snapple raspberry ice tea out of her book bag. She unscrewed the cap of the wide mouthed bottle. "Put your penis in here and keep it there until it is flaccid again." Poor Richard was on hands and knees on the exam table. He lowered his pelvis to dunk his erect penis into the Snapple bottle. "I will be back in two minutes. And, you better be presentable again." Before Sandy left, she took a snapshot with her IPhone of Richard's naked butt and penis in the Snapple bottle. She left the door wide open for anyone passing to see Richard in the compromising position. Dave closed the door swiftly to avoid detection by a supervising teacher. Armando addressed Richard, "Yah, Richard, not so much tact with the female doctors here, huh. Get your clothes on and we finish with a few questions." Dave saw his priest again. He was scratching his fingernails along the graffiti that the youth had carved into the confession booth. "Dave, it is you again!" "Father Dagur, I am tormented by terrible guilt." "Tell me from the beginning, what had happened." [...] "Son, that was a wonderful story. I live vicariously through your tales. Tell me about Armando. Does he have a religious conviction?" "Father, I do not know his private beliefs." "He may be of use our order. The Island Order has a particular use for man with a dominant temperament like Armando. Men with great guilt have a great motivation to serve. Their service is so much deeper and more sincere than that of an innocent man. I give you the special order to facilitate his deprived ambition. When his guilt is at a peak, he will willingly come." "Dagur, you tell me to sin on purpose and misuse my medical office?" "Think of it like a license to commit minor crimes for an undercover officer to blend in." "Father Dagur, your ways are sometimes hard to comprehend." "Dear Dave, do your five Hail Marries and get out of here." The last day of the clinic practice was rather menial. Dave and Armando alternated going through the questionnaire. That all changed, when Stephanie came into their exam room. She was a happy MILF with her tank top, pants, and heels. The heels had mushroom shells. Her large breast had fed two boys. Her eyes were large. Her lips were luscious with a warm smile. She had come in to check her cholesterol levels. She sat on the exam table with her feet happily swinging around and her hands at the edge of the exam table. "Hi, Stephanie. My name is Armando. You are here to check your cholesterol level. After you answer our questions, you will have to fill a cup with urine." Armando took a second look at Stephanie. He checked out her body. Her belly was a bit flabby. Her pants were a little large. Everything was a little worn and old like a MILF. Yet, she had this fire cooking inside of her off excitement. He looked over to Dave to check him. "Stephanie, I notice that you are insured with Kaiser Permanente. Unfortunately, Kaiser has a lot of patients, who share their insurance card with family members. In order to get reimbursed for the medical fees, we have to take special precautions to ensure that your urine is being tested and not your sisters. We actually have to supervise the urine sample. Yes. This is a little intimate. Yet, it is nothing like a rectal exam." Stephanie looked a bit stunned. The excitement went out of her face. "Stephanie, here is the cup. It only needs to be filled half way. I will have you pee in it right here, so that we can certify your urine as genuine." "You want me to squat down here?" "Yes, actually, we ask patients to squat in the corner over there. It makes it easier, if there is a little spill." Stephanie slowly walked into the corner. She pulled down her pants and panties to her ankles. She still wore her high heels, when she squatted down. Dave and Armando looked at her vaginal lips. They were hanging down a bit from the child births. Dave stirred. "Stephanie, I will have to touch your vagina for a moment. Sometimes, people hide tubes that are connected to pouches of urine from family members. I have to frisk your vagina for any tubes." "Really!?" Dave moved forward and bent down in front of Stephanie in the dark corner. His blue gloved fingers prodded around her urethra. Then, he thrust his fingers in her vagina. He carefully separated her labia. Stephanie starred into Armando's face, who looked down at the proceedings intently. Finally, Dave held the cup in front of Stephanie's vagina and insisted that he had to hold it. Stephanie starred up at the ceiling trying to relax pee into Dave's hand with the cup. She heard her pee streaming into the cup. Dave was right in front of her. "That's it." Dave handed her a paper towel to wipe herself. Stephanie tried to perk up: "I am glad that you don't have to dig out any fecal samples!" Stephanie stood up and pulled her pants up. The pink-white checkered panties disappeared behind the zipper and pant button. She swung her arms a little to the side and folded them in front of her before stepping back to the exam table. Armando had already the wooden spatula ready. "Now, Stephanie could you open your mouth wide and say 'ah'." Stephanie swallowed and opened her luscious pink lips. The upper lip had a pronounced v-shape at the top. Her tongue was pink with a little white on top of the taste buds that looked like chubby hair. Her teeth were ivory white with a shine and even height. Armando put the wooden spatula to the back of her throat on purpose. Stephanie's body rushed forward. She bit down on the spatula. Her eyes got teary. "Dave, could you hold her head. Stephanie, I want you to relax." On the second try, a tear ran down Stephanie's face and saliva drooled on her top near the boobs. Armando now put two fingers in her mouth. "Please, pull all the air out of your mouth, so that we can see the tone of your facial muscles." Stephanie's lips formed a pink circle around Armando's two fingers. Her lips puckered in. Armando moved his fingers a little back and force. "Now, try to blow up your cheeks to test the ring muscle of your mouth." Stephanie's cheeks ballooned big like a trumpet player. Armando abruptly pulled out his fingers with a loud plop and some of Stephanie's saliva flying out. "Oops, I am like a water fountain today." Dave finished the questionnaire and sent Stephanie on to the nurse for her meeting with the real doctor. During a nice fall day, Dave an Armando had lunch at the pond side cafeteria. A little pond was surrounded by benches for hospital patients to get some fresh air, except for the hospital side. There a worn wooden deck was filled with metal mesh chairs and a seasonal cafeteria cart served boxed lunches and drinks. Dave tried to sell Armando on the finer points of sin and the need for confession. Armando was distracted texting a girl, whom he had meet at a dance club during the weekend. Sandy came walking with a swing in her hips and bouncing hair with every step. Her tray claimed space on the small round metal table. She stretched out her legs onto Armando's lap. The calves below the hem of her dress were stubbly. The flip flops were a bit worn. A petal was missing from the adorning white-yellow flower on her flip flops. "Armando, it is time for payback. We have to practice rectal exams." "Ha ha, little girl, you are delusional." "Oh, my bad. Now, that you remind me, I remember what the right thing to do is. A girl friend of mine in administration passed me a complained by a Stephanie. She did not like something about how a urine sample was taken. I will give it straight to the professor." "That's not only Armando's problem. What do you want us to do?" "You my friend, Dave, make sure that Armando shows up after hours at 7 PM in the lecture hall. We made a little deal with Stephanie. Rather than getting a slap on the wrist, we will get five girls plus Stephanie to observe the rectal exam." "Sandy, how do you know that it would not turn me on to have your hot little hand fumbling around my ass?" "Perfect 7 PM. Wear some sexy underwear, heart breaker. Hey did you guys already struggle with the surprise quiz today in class?" The three of them chatted about school. In the evening, the hospital section with the teaching rooms was empty. The lighting had already switched down to conserve electricity. Only every third ceiling tube was turned on. The ceiling tubes ran along the hallway. The floor of the ceiling reflected distant bright lights beyond double winged glass doors of another department. Dave and Armando opened the door to the familiar lecture hall, which had a completely different mood now. Only the light beam for the lecture stage was turned on. The stadium seating was in semi darkness. Sandy stood up front doing a little dance snaking her body left and right as she shifted from one foot to the other. Next to her was the imaging machine. A rolling wheel base with a mounted screen and thick, long tube rolled around a spool. Once Dave and Armando got next to Sandy, they could see the faces of the girls sitting in attendance. There was Caroline, the overweight administrative assistant with two inch long fake nails. There was Katie, the tiny student from the first row whose black hair was matted from neglect. There was Liz-B, the long term cancer patient, who often tacked along doctors and nurses. With a red head, Stephanie was there as well. Her round boobs looked especially lovely today. The dark lighting smoothed the skin on her face and made her look sexy. "Armando, here is the jury to ensure that your penalty for maltreating a patient is well delivered. Hop on the teacher's desk." Armando climbed on the teacher's desk. His white shirt was hanging down under him. He steadied himself with one hand and unbuttoned his pant with the other. Everyone heard the zipper. His black pants glided down to reveal Dallas Cowboy's white star on blue background logo on his jock straps. He pulled those down to his knee as well. "Enjoying the sites, ladies?" "Armando, we got the high resolution cam. You know, it is big. I will loosen up your sphincter with my fingers." Sandy pulled on the Nitrile gloves. She squeezed clear paste out of a non-described tube onto her two straight fingers. She distributed the lube. She placed one hand on Armando's lower back. Armando's lower back arched up, as she placed her fingers at the entrance of his anus. His butt was very hairy all the way in between his butt cheeks. She inhaled. She exhaled and crammed her fingers in. Armando struggled. He tried to get up. Yet, Sandy swung her leg out and on top of Armando's neck. She was standing there half like a ballerina doing a stretch at the bar and half like a movie martial artist doing a high kick. She kept turning and rotating her two fingers in Armando's ass. Caroline cheered and clapped. Katie came closer to take a photo on her IPhone of Armando's face in agony and Sandy's heroic pose. "Girl's I need some help. We are going for the real deal." Caroline walked to the front of the desk. She kneeled down and put both of her fat hands on Armando's hands. Her fake golden arm rings were oversized and fell sideways. Katie jumped on top of Armando in reverse. She faced his butt and put her butt down on his head. "Armando, let the rodeo begin. I am not wearing any panties today under my skirt!" Dave regretted not being the victim, when he heard that. Sandy looked at the large instrument in her hand. It looked like an oversized dildo attached to a vacuum tube. She switched the screen on. It beeped. She rolled a condom over the instrument for hygiene. Stephanie got up. "He is getting the real deal, not the synthetic stuff." She spat on the imagine sensor. Sandy went around the girls to collect spit from all the girls before she distributed it over the entire imaging sensor. Sandy placed the white sensor at his anus. She pushed. Only an inch or so of the tip went in. Armando was struggling. He lifted up Katie, who held onto his body with a cowgirl cheer. Sandy pressed harder. Armando started swiveling his butt away from the pressure force. Stephanie stepped forward. She reached under his belly and grabbed his penis firmly. "Any way that I can be of assistance. We might save your life today by chance. Don't fight it." Sandy gave it another push, before Stephanie took a hold of the anal probe. "He is just like my two little boys. It is only a little more to get over the hump." Stephanie gave the anal probe a confident shove. It went in smoothly. Armando moaned and his head collapsed down under Katie's weight. Everyone gathered around the screen. Sandy would move the probe back and force, as well as turned it. The girls were busy looking at the grainy dots and lines to identify, what they saw. A little discussion broke out about a dark spot that may have been an early cancer growth. However, Dave suggested tilting the probe a little to find out, if it was a shadow. It was a shadow. Armando's body started relaxing and going with the flow. After Sandy pulled out the probe, she asked Armando, if he wanted to keep the used condom as a souvenir. Everyone dispersed quietly into their own directions. That evening, Dave visited the confession booth. "Who is it?" "This is Dave the medical student, father Dagur. I have sinned again." "Why do people always say that they have sinned? It is already obvious by sitting down here. Tell me, child." "There is this classmate. Her name is Sandy. I have fantasies." "What are they, Dave?" "She has these perfectly round boobs. She has these pretty bras with laces and colorful prints. I see the edge of them peaking out sometimes and imagine the rest of it. Most of all her spirit is so bubbly and upbeat. I believe, if I could hold and lick those boobs, her happiness would fill me as well." "So, you fantasize about that girl. What is in your fantasies?" "Oh, father Dagur, I often sit in class behind her. I look at her freshly washed hair. I lean forward to get a smell of her shampoo. Then, I imagine that I take her by the hand and lead her to the stair case. All the way in the basement of the stair case, there is a hidden spot. Behind the last steps of the stair case is a completely hidden spot. I imagine us taking off each others clothes, kissing and breathing heavily, as the occasional hospital workers clunk their feet on the metal stairs barely above us. Her young, smooth, and joyful body and the idea of being close to getting caught, yet safe, is such a turn on." "Dave, that is completely normal. If you knew the thoughts passing my mind during my lonely evenings in the church. If you knew those fresh memories of nuns. Well, those are my own." "Father Dagur, you must think that I am very harsh on myself." "Dave, I must finally tell you a bit more about the Order of the Island. We have teaching that clearly breaks with believes of the Vatican. So, we keep them secret. You must not tell any of this to anyone, except Armando. Armando has the attributes that we seek in a priest. The order has approved a ten thousand dollar reward for you, if Armando becomes a priest with us." "Father, that is a lot of money. However, Armando is far from a celibacy oath. He parties every other week in bars and clubs." "Dave, you do not know the Order of the Island. We have a nursery in Vermont for all the illegitimate children. I have three of my own there. Our order is more interested in foul apples than the good apples, because the foul apples will willingly help cover up. Oh, I have told you too much, because you are such a straight arrow. Let me assure you that Armando will see the light." "Okay, father Dagur, five Hail Marries again?" The last day before Thanks Giving was a special class. The professor was pacing in front of the class with his oversized microphone hanging on his shirt like a bib. A middle aged man was sitting silently on a swivel chair. The lecture desk contained two towers of clear sample cups. There were also a few magazines and video tapes that showed a lot of skin, faces, and large type. "Ladies and gentlemen, today is another make it or break it day. Today, you have to proof that you have whatever it takes. We save lives. Your loving mother may tell you that you tried everything. To the patient it only matters that they survived or not. If a man lies bleeding in an alley and you don't have a trauma kit, take your shirt off to make a compression pack. If a woman chokes in a restaurant and turns blue, do not tell her that you did not learn yet, how to treat her. Take a pen from the waiter and figure out, how to make a trachea cut on the spot. If a child in a car crash scenario screams your head off, so that you cannot concentrate, put duct tape on its mouth. Yes, it may seem cruel. Yet, do you want to loose the mother to uncontrollable bleeding or tell her grave that you cuddled her child?" Med School "The test today may be emotionally, morally, and religiously revolting to you. That is exactly the point of it. As a doctor, you must not be held back by imaginary hesitation. The patient's health is of utmost importance." "Mr. Walter is a handsomely paid volunteer. He gets $200 an hour and has been through this many times. Your job is to collect a sperm sample from him. You have the tools available on this desk. The rest is only limited by your imagination. The trick is that you have to collectively get five samples out of him. The first sample will be easy. Each sampling will tire out Mr. Walter and it will get harder to arouse him. Volunteers first, then I pick victims. Failure to collect the sample is ground for dismissal from the course." Armando's hand shot into the air like a school boy. The elbow was straight as an arrow. His fist held the singular index finger up. The professor waved for him to come down. Armando pulled his shirt straight with both hands. Then, he walked down the stairs with a swagger fully enjoying the attention of the students in his back. He confidently moved the DVDs and magazines around. He settled on an old issue of Naughty Neighbors magazine. He made four steps towards Mr. Walter. He swung around 180 degrees like John Travolta. He squatted down and put his arm around Mr. Walter's shoulders. He opened the magazine. "Mr. Walter may I introduce Veronique. Here she is crawling on a pool table. Look at this cheery face and her disheveled brown hair. Glance at these young smooth ass cheeks that she is spreading apart and the pink youthful vagina. Imagine pounding your dick inside there and looking at her dreamy happy face. Imagine your large hairy body taking that smooth little thing. Those moist feet make even me hard. Why don't you take your pecker out and make yourself feel, what it would feel like to be inside of her." "Take a look at this photo below. Veronique is under the pool table split naked. Her toes are so cute and without that distracting nail polish. She is reclining with her legs pulled up, so that you can see her vagina. She is showing you her white teeth with the smile. Imagine, playing with her, chasing her through the apartment, as she playfully poses for you around the room. Every once in a while, she lets put your penis inside, yet only to get a little taste, never enough to start getting into a rhythm. Yes, Mr. Walter, keep pumping." "Take a look at this next photo, where is holding up her sweet eighteen panties with faded green, blue, and white stripes. Imagine your name on it: 'Love, Mr. Walter.' She lets you keep them as a memory. You can see the moist print of her vagina. You can smell her juices any time you want. Around her anus, there is a soft smell of her ass. It is the soft young smell of an eighteen year old girl. Yes and congratulations, that sample is mine." Armando raised the cup with the sperm high into the air. He put the cap on it and handed it to the professor. Katie got up next. She was wearing a green skirt today with bright ring colored socks that went high and disappeared somewhere under her skirt. She grabbed the same Naught Neighbors magazine and walked up to Mr. Walter. Mr. Walter had his pants at his ankles. The penis was large yet flaccid. "Sir, have a look at Cassandra. Look at those large jugs and white areolas. See her pink top is pushed up and she is pulling the orange panties to the side. Hm, that's not doing it for you, sir. How about this photo of her, where her beautiful slender fingers are splayed over her large boob and lift it up to her mouth, so that she can lick the boob, while her eyes are peering straight at you out of the corners. Oh, could you please get hard, so that I pass?" "How about this photo? She still has the same large jugs. She is completely naked, except for her high heels. Guys like girls naked in high heels, don't they? Look at how far the panties at her knees are stretched by her pulling on them with her teeth. Wouldn't you want to cop a feel?" "Katie, you have a minute left. You make it or you are out." Katie dropped the magazine on the floor. She grabbed the flaccid penis and attempted pumping it. Yet, it was too soft. She put his hand on her boob. Her face lightened up and she started fumbling his penis faster. She put the man's hand under her bra. Within seconds the member was hard. Katie added fire by straddling Mr. Walter's knee with her legs. She pressed her panties under her skirt against his knee. The professor sensed the climax near and gave her a little extra time. Katie victoriously bowed to the class with the filled container in her hand. The next girl performed outright fellatio. She had Mr. Walter kneeling over her. She sucked his penis from below and stimulated his prostate gland with two gloved fingers through the anus. Mr. Walter spasmed inside of her, while her cheeks puckered sucking the good stuff out of him. She spat the cum with her saliva into the sample cup. The professor shook his head. The girl screamed, "A working girl's skills rock. This is how I put myself through med school!" The final two candidates were guys, who utterly failed. Thanks Giving would provide the first longer break from the rigors of school. Sandy went to Armando's family for Thanks Giving dinner. Her family was on the other coast. Armando's family had a table full of Italian dishes: Risotto, pasta, pizza, foccachia, etc. Sandy secretly presented Armando with the panties she had been wearing under her dress. During the after dinner coffee sipping in the living room, she had walked up to him with her hands clutched around her tiny panties and stuck them into Armando's coat pocket. When Armando whispered the tale in Dave's ear during class the following Monday, Dave became distant. Dave visited the confession booth that evening. "Father Dagur, I am mad as hell. I want to kill Armando." "Dave, slow down. What is the matter dear?" "Armando is getting the goods from Sandy now." "Oh, and you want the goods from Sandy. I understand." "She is so wonderful." "We can help each other. You want Armando gone. I want Armando." "Okay, what do I do to turn Armando into a priest to get him out of school and sight?" "Rarely, does anyone become a voluntary member of the Order of the Island. We don't even trust them. Blackmail is our preferred recruiting tool." "Won't that be a sin to do?" "Son, you know so little about our order. We have a Hail Mary factory in Indonesia. Faithful women are cooped in factory halls reciting Catholic rites twelve hours a day. They are cheap. It costs only a couple dollars to get a thousand Hail Mary's. I will set up a revolving credit line of thirty days of Hail Mary's for you." "What if something happens to me, before the Hail Mary's are done?" "Don't worry. I will give you a phone number. You text the phone number with your pin and Hail Mary request and everything is taken care off by the fully automated system." "Wow! That's religion of the 21st century." "You get me blackmail material and I take care of you." "Could I use my revolving credit line for the five Hail Maries now?" "Don't worry, those are on the house. Now, go make a plan!" The next morning, the professor was red in his face. He started lecturing the moment that he walked in five minutes before the official start time of the class. "Those idiots in Washington believe that they can meddle in matters of medicine. They try to tell us, how to operate. They are uprooting century old medical tradition. Some woman in Missouri complained. One uneducated little glib runs of her mouth to those insects in Washington: 'Oh my feelings were hurt. I felt uncomfortable.' Our profession rips out hearts and puts new ones in. We break through rib cages with saws. And, the media feels that we are inconveniencing the public by being hands on." "I myself have learned pelvic exams that way. The anesthetist knocks the patient out before surgery. While the surgical team preps for surgery, I got to practice a pelvic exam on the patient. It is much more humane to have young clumsy students practice on unconscious bodies. A shaking hand can hurt or even bruise. Few people like that, while they are conscious. Oh, the Washingtonites complain that we never ask the female patients for consent. Who would consent to a young student poking around their privates? Still they want to be checked by someone to make sure that the babies come out." "Today may be the last day to practice pelvic exams. In the future, you may have to practice by mere visualization. Today, there is a vote for new legislation. Today, we have all five surgery rooms booked with females. We have five females coming out of surgery and five going in. That's a total of ten bodies waiting for you to practice. Grab your books and read up on pelvic exams, while we walk over to the holding rooms." Dave and Armando ended up at the end of the line. Fortunately, that gave them more time to study the pelvic exam procedure. When they entered the room, they found themselves in a simple and small hospital room. A little table and two chairs were against one wall. A very bright light was behind the only bed. The bed had a railing on each side to keep the unconscious patient from falling out. She was covered under a sheet. Her head was on a big fluffy blanket. Her face was pale and her hair curly natural red. The professor left them on their own devices in the room. Armando grabbed the blanket by the two corners and lifted it up and down to create a wave with it, "Oh-hoo, whom do we have here? Anyone awake?" He laughed and finally tossed the sheet aside. The thirty year old woman was lying on her back like an angel. The white hospital gown with blue flowers reached down to the middle of her thighs. Dave folded the board at the foot of the bed down. They both grabbed each one leg and pulled her body down, so that her bottom was against the edge of the bed. For a moment, they were unsure, what to do about the legs, because there were no stirrups. Then, Armando decided to hold them up in a spread fashion. Dave took the legs down for a moment to pull the hospital undie with the diaper over her feet. The red haired patient was no naked below with her stretched out spread legs held by Armando. Dave inspected the area around her firm, juicy labia. He folded the labia out with his fingers. He lifted the hood of the clitoris. He poked her urethra for a moment. He moved his nose clothes to smell for anything unusual. Armando shook the patients pelvis, so that his nose dove onto her vagina. He laughed. Dave wiped his nose. Dave continued inserting two fingers in her vagina. The other fingers palpated her abdomen. This way, he could feel the uterus in between his two hands. "Fucking shit, I forgot to put on gloves again." Armando laughed loud. He placed the red haired patients feet together and pretended that they were a talking mouth: "Ooh, you filthy doctor." Dave got a pair of Nitrile gloves from the box near the door. He got back into position. Now, he inserted the speculum and looked at the round circle of the cervix. He inserted a cotton swap to take a sample. He finished the exam by spreading her butt cheeks and poking her anus looking for hemorrhoids. "Your turn." Dave went around the bed to hold the patients legs up. Armando got to the bottom of the bed. He looked at her pussy intently. He groomed the red pubic hair to one side. Only a landing strip above the vagina was unshaved. He opened his pant zipper and got his penis out. He whipped his penis against her outer vagina a few times. His penis increasingly hardened: "You like this? I will stop, if you tell me to. What a lucky find a true red pub." "Armando, you should use a condom to avoid leaving a trace. Here, I got one." Dave held the condom out that he had secretly pierced with a needle. "Dave, when did you come around to having a little fun? Go watch the door. I got the legs." Armando pushed the patients bottom up, so that her legs flung over her head. She was in the yoga pose called plough. Her chin was on her chest. The hospital gown fell down on her face. Her boobs were hanging over her gown. Armando stood over her. He inserted his penis and started pounding away. He finished quickly. They returned the patient into a presentable position and moved her bed over to the next room, where the next student pair was waiting to practice. Dave and Armando separated at the next hallway intersection. Dave got his phone out and dialed the number from father Dagur. "Italian pizza, how can I help you?" "My name is Dave. My PIN is 7-8-7-7-9." "You are authorized. Please, go ahead." "The evidence for operation Armando needs to be secured ASAP. Armando is in the cafeteria at the street level." "Thank you, Dave. A team has been dispatched. Is there anything else that I can do for you?" "Yes, I would like to call 10 days of Hail Maries from my credit line." "Of course, they are authorized now. You can finalize your confessing with father Dagur later today. It was a pleasure doing business with you today." "Good bye." Dave lingered in the hospital entrance. Half hour later four priests in black Armani suits and black sun glasses entered the front door. They wore black leather gloves and carried refined leather suitcases. The white collar clearly marked them as priests. Two of them swiftly walked for the cafeteria. The other two went for the elevator. Five minutes later Armando appeared with two of them. Both priests had their arms linked with Armando's arms. He looked pale. Another five minutes and the other two priests appeared from the elevator. One of them handed Dave a check and said "well done." The next day, Armando appeared before class with balloons. He taped a banner to the back of the lecture hall: "I quit. I will become a priest." As Katie walked past him, he grabbed her ass and smiled at her "need to confess anything?"