Chapter Six
The exhibition room is austere. Metal cabinets line plain walls. The floor is tiled. There are two large stuffed chairs. The only remarkable attribute is the lighting.
Bright spotlights mounted on the ceiling serve to illuminate most conspicuously the patient below. When Nurse Karen wheels the gurney into the middle of the room, positioning the head to point toward a cabinet lined wall and the feet toward the chairs, Nicholas Strothers can feel the warmth of the beams as his entire nakedness is basked in lights.
“I need to go,” he most humbly suggests.
“You mean...‘I need to urinate, Miss Karen’,” the pretty girl rebukes.
“Yes, ma’am. I need to urinate, Miss Karen.”
“Later. First I need to finish shaving you. Then you’ll have a nice high colonic. A bath and a massage. You
