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Liza walked into the clinic, nervous because she was meeting a new doctor. She checked in with the receptionist, who smiled and said, "you are just in time the clinic is about to close up for the day. You will be Doctor Kennedy's last patient." Liza sat anxiously in one of the chairs, tugging at her dress as it attempted to ride up on her. She didn't bother with a magazine because she knew she wouldn't be able to concentrate. Soon a nurse called her name and took her back to an exam room. She took her temperature, blood pressure and asked her about any medications she takes. Then she got a gown out of a drawer and told Liza, "take everything off and put the gown on, it opens in the back." Liza smiled at her weakly and took the gown. When the nurse left Liza quickly pulled off her dress