The doctor buttoned his shirt, tucking it into his pants, his eyes on her fingers, deftly buttoning her dress. He had a sudden desire to see her in something other than a uniform. Something black and slinky, he thought. He sat down on the couch and reached for his shoes. "Well, my dear," he said softly, "you haven't said. Was there a difference?"
Gloria flopped down on the chair in front of his desk, turning to face him. Her expression puzzled. Difference? Oh, yeah, she remembered, the orgasm. Smiling seductively at him, she said, "I'm afraid the results of our experiment are inconclusive. After all, an experiment of this magnitude often requires much more research."
"Mmmmm," he" answered, his blue eyes staring at her intently. "Perhaps a week's worth. A week of precisely scheduled orgas
