He waited as Mary left, and was amazed at how loud the door latch sounded. He sat on the side of the table, which was situated in the middle of the somewhat large exam room. He slipped the dress shoes off, and then removed the black socks, one at a time, taking the time to roll them, placing the socks in the right shoe.

Standing, the tile floor cold on the soles of his feet, he slowly unbuckled his belt, unzipped his slacks, unfastening the waist, and dropping them. He gulped as the dress slacks dropped, revealing a black thong. The thong was getting tighter by the moment, and hearing Mary next door, working with the female who from the sounds of it was no longer wearing the same outfit as earlier, definitely had an major effect on the situation. He folded the slacks, and placed them over the shirt on the back of the patient chair. He remembered his Mom seated in similar chairs over the years. Now, he's on his own.

Thinking back to earlier, he hopped on the end of the table, noticing with a gasp that the stirrups are fixed, and he glances over at the smooth top of the counter. The boxes of gloves are on the wall in a set of holders, with no supplies being laid out, much to his relief. He glances around, and sees no stacks of gowns or paper covers. Sighing to himself, he is wondering how long before he gets seen, and how long the actual exam will take.

He hears knocking, close by, but not on his door. He then hears a female voice. Hello, Annie, then the volume drops, as he is trying to hear. He gulps, and wonders if he is now,... NEXT!!