Toni Matson was on the loose for the evening. Her brother deserted her after a baseball game so when a vanload of guys who said they were friends of his came by and asked if she wanted to hang out, she said yes. That was her FIRST mistake...
In the dark of her bedroom, Lisa could feel, rather than see, the red flush of mortification crash over her body, like an Atlantic roller against a November shore. It may seem odd that she noted this particular physical sensation at all, considering the competing stimuli: her own bony knees pressing into her cupcake breasts, the sour, whisky-tinged breath wafting into her face, and the hundred-and-eighty pound man pinning her down.
This is a story about a jilted husband who dies while driving, due to his distraction over his wife's affair. He haunts her after she makes the mistake of holding a seance.
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.