For every line, paragraph, and idea that lives to be published, a dozen others are stillborn. But what happens to their bodies? (Note: This is a hard story to tag. Read the warning at the beginning of the story for possible squick alert.)
This should perhaps be more accurately described as speculative fiction regarding the near future of the medical field. With everyone growing up with the internet and generally much more exposure to sex and nudity, I expect that a number of factors will result in a lot less bodily modesty and greater acceptance of public nudity and sex. And the economics of the huge expense of modern medicine may force a lot less concern for privacy.
Jake is a sleepy town bank manager who is being stalked by a young temptress. She's quiet prepared to go the whole hog to get her man - but is Jake cut out to be a romantic lover? Lets see!