"Warning: Explicit Content. ""Nonstop Embarrassment at the Phony Free Clinic"" Series. ""The clinic is free…but the price is too high!"" So says every woman unfortunate enough to be treated at the “Care One Free Clinic.” In exchange for “free” medical care, these poor women, young and old, pay dearly by enduring spartan conditions, low-end everything, and a lack of privacy that’s downright appalling.

Worse, although there is an experienced M.D. running the joint, a certain Dr. Jesse Langford, nearly all of the “free care” offered here is conducted by three horny young college men, including his lonely, touch-starved son, Byron. All are nothing but first-year pre-med students—woefully unqualified to be ordering shivering women out of their clothes and into a plethora of humiliating procedures. What these poor women must endure in order to save money is appalling—all so four dirty young men can have the thrill of their lives. It’s disgraceful, disturbing, and disgusting…which, according to these guys, is a very good thing!

Terri Thompson is one damned fine mayor. So, when it is brought to her attention that the local CareOne Free Clinic is in need of more patients—and therefore, more public awareness—and when it is suggested that she set a good example for the community by having her annual physical there, she simply can’t say no. After all, this is an election year, and she needs to remain in the public spotlight. Alas, perhaps she agreed too soon!

Since this is big news in the town, the local newspaper sends a reporter with her to cover the story. Translation: Less privacy for this modest, middle-aged woman. That’s the first problem. But upon her arrival, she discovers three additional problems awaiting her. First, there are no doctors on duty here, merely first-year medical student volunteers—and hers is a male: Byron Langford, son of the founder, Jesse Langford, MD. That’s bad.

Second, this place is so underfunded that the exam enclosures don’t even have curtains in front—and patients aren’t even provided a gown…just a tiny paper drape. That’s really bad. Third, after Terri has reluctantly undressed, she discovers that the reporter, Archie DeGraide, has asked to sit in on her exam so he can see first-hand how the clinic operates as well as ask Terri about her experience there. That’s even worse.

Oh, and then she discovers that, far from being a simple physical, her exam is as thorough, intimate, and unnecessarily demeaning as it could possibly be. It’s so humiliating that poor Terri really should say something—especially when she notices that Archie has been secretly photo-journaling the whole thing! And, of course, patients in the waiting area—potential voters—can see every blessed thing! That’s unspeakable. And sadly, she can’t say anything that would lower her standing with the newspaper—especially during an election year. It would appear that Terri’s hands are tied. Hmm…hands tied—legs open—eyes wide—bottom up…could this possibly get worse?

Hey, all’s fair in love, war, and politics! And let’s not forget how dirty-minded men can be when given the opportunity to catch their beloved mayor’s curvy body undergoing one despicable procedure after another! If taboo public medical humiliation for unsuspecting and submissive female patients is your cup of tea, this story is for you! Get your copy today and discover how much fun a young man can have when “playing doctor” is taken to unbelievable new heights!"

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Scott Ashey is a Rhode Island-based musician, writer, and instructor with over 25 years' experience both onstage and backstage. He holds a BM from Berklee College of Music and has been leading musicians, professional and amateur alike, onto the stage since 1981.