They turned right, and went down four doors, to a pair of doors marked RESTROOM. Since neither had a designation, he chose the right, and entered. There was a poster, indicating the PROPER way to submit a urine specimen. Something called a mid stream clean catch. Sighing, he opened the zipper, and accessed his penis to get the process underway.

The mushroom was beginning to grow, and he took a wipe, washing the tip and head thoroughly.There was a urinal, in addition to a seated toilet, and he started the sample in the fixture, then added some to the cup, and finished up in the urinal. He used another wipe to "clean up" and zipped up. Placing the cup in the small door, he opened the door, and saw Mary. She smiled, and took him two doors down to the Lab, where he was poked, and left four tubes lower.

As they returned, he noted that there was a door open, and he noted a middle aged man seated on the end of he exam table, wearing nothing but his briefs and a grin. He noted a slight motion downstairs, wondering if that would be his state in just a few minutes.He sure as hell hoped not, based on his listening to a certain female,

They arrived at the room, with him standing there, admiring Mary as she entered. OK, James. STRIP, to JUST your briefs, boxers, whatever you wear. Socks off as well. I'll be back shortly. He gulped, watching Mary leave. Well, it's time, he thought, before he gulped and started to STRIP.