William is depressed because his mum won't perform artistic striptease in school assembly and he's being teased by his friends. She's a coward, they say. All the other mothers have done it, even puny Alan Saddington's mum. Dorinda Lane tries to help. She's a friend and tomboy; but she knows what boys like. "I could strip for you," she says. "But you'd have to order me like you're a dictator and I'm your prisoner and we're in the boiler house where no one can hear, and I'm hanging by my arms."
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.
Stacey Pryce is married to a prude. If that wasn't bad enough, he's a drunk and neglects her. It's no surprise when she starts having fantasies about other men, although she isn't ready to act on them.