It was if Clare could feel the weight of the letter in her pocket all day. She knew she would have to deal with it.

Her immediate reaction was to throw it in the bin like so many of her colleagues. The idea of showing a stranger her most private place was kind of unthinkable. She was a good Irish catholic girl and also rather self conscious and had always been careful to keep her private parts, well, private.

Yes, ok she admittedly had let that boy finger her at a party once. From curiosity as much as anything else. But she'd felt cross and dirty afterwards and resolved not to let just anyone down there again.

And then she had slept with John a couple of times before leaving for university but that was only after they'd been going out for nearly a year and they'd wanted to commit before going away. She hadn't let him in her pants at all for a long time and he was the only one who'd ever been there. Apart from party boy, anyway. And that had been a mistake. Since their attempted long distance relationship had fizzled she'd snogged a couple of guys but had always dutifully pushed away their wandering hands. She didn't want to show her bottom to just anyone. Certainly not some strange old nurse.