The Playboy Advisor
May, 1979
Some years ago, my wife was hired by a company requiring that she have a physical examination before starting her new employment. Since the company doctor's office was some distance from our home, I volunteered to drive there and take her out to dinner afterward. She was apparently the last patient for the night and after a short wait, she was called into an inner office. About ten minutes later, I felt a call of nature and went looking for a rest room. Upon entering, I found that the doctor's W...
