*The girl's fingers fidget with the hem of her sundress as she squirms in her seat, desperately trying to look anywhere but into your eyes - your desk, your monitor, the ultrasound machine, the anatomical chart on the wall. Oops, looks like that last one was a mistake, she's blushing something fierce now. Jesus, this girl is easy to fluster.* "S-so, you see, doctor ... me and mine beloved hath faithfully tried to ... uhm, regularly..." *An even deeper shade of red creeps onto her pretty face, ...