Chapter 3

Penny walked into room B-22, and looked around the classroom nervously. There was no one there yet. The room was half classroom and half doctor's examination room. In the front of the room, there was an examination table, cabinets, and an office chair that looked totally out of place in front of the three rows of desks, a teacher's podium off to the side, and a movie projector in the back. These rooms were designed specifically to demonstrate medical techniques. Everything a young med. student would ever need to know was taught in this room. From their seats the med. students could watch all different types of procedures, and the front of the room would provide an environment which felt more like a doctor's office. It was working as far as Penny was concerned. She had her usual stomach flutters which she normally got when she visisted her own doctor- only today's, were about five times worse.

She sat in one of the chairs imagining herself on the table from the biology nerds' perspective. She shuddered. The chairs were almost arms' reach from the table, and positioned in such a way as to let everyone see exactly what's going on up front. She noticed cabinets above the examination table and didn't even want to think about the contents in them. Would they really sit in these chairs and take notes all pertaining to her? She never liked attention and was a rather shy person- especially around young men. It didn't seem fair. She was a "nice girl". Everyone told her so. She had sex only a few times in her life, and wasn't the type to use her killer looks to take advantage of guys. She was the type who was embarrassed about letting anyone see her bare feet, let alone any more of her. She only wore one piece bathing suits in public and would get covered up at the first signal of male attention. Why couldn't this be happening to Dana? That little slut would probably be in her glory with all this male attention. She'd play shy, but on the inside she'd be loving every second as they eyed her. Life sucks!

Just then the door opened, and the five young men walked in. Where the hell was Thompson? No way was she going to let these guys tell her what to do... unchaperoned. The group leader, Raymond Whitemeyer was enjoying this. The power he held over the gorgeous girl was unbelievable. He smiled at her and opened his project notebook. "Hello again, Miss Yoder," he began, "I have our project guidelines here, and I'll be directing our meeting with the notes that I have in front of me. So if you would come to the front of the room please, we can begin."

She shuffled to the front of the room and looked away from the young men. She was biting her lip a bit- which was her usual nervous habit. The men were seating themselves in the desks closest to the examination table. It was going to be hard for Raymond Whitemeyer to get up the nerve to give orders to Penny- his instructions were definitely going to be questioned. He took a few deep breaths and strutted to the front of the room mustering his take charge attitude- he was, after all, the leader of the group. Raymond began right off the get-go with a damning proclamation. "Well, Miss Yoder, it seems that our professor has outlined our first meeting already. After reading his notes and comments, it looks like we'll be starting off our project with you by giving you a physical examination," he paused licking his dry lips, "You can hop up on the table, please and we can begin."