"Ms. Marcan, I can't begin to convey how pleased I am to see you. It's been months!" Mr. Young gave Danielle a once over. "You can disrobe," he told her as he pulled up a wheeled stool and took a seat to examine her devices at eye-level.

"Always such a pleasure," Danielle muttered with stunted enthusiasm. Her clothing and shoes ended up in a neat pile and she stepped up to a raised platform which allowed Mr. Young to remain at eye-level with her crotch. Danielle hated standing before him wearing next to nothing, and she was sure that Mr. Young did this to her for the express purpose of...