[George VI]

I got braces later than most kids – I was well into adulthood, and married. The orthodontist had eight chairs, all out in one big room, and he had four assistants, usually two or three working at a time and also taking care of the front desk. One of the assistants was young, cute, and had a hot curvy body, one was a tall slender blonde in her thirties, and the other two were probably in their forties, and attractive. I don’t have a lot of particularly good stories about these women, as everybody was in the same room all of the time. All of the assistants had different positions that they would sit in while they worked on you. The taller ones seemed to prefer spreading their legs wide as they sat on a stool and worked on my teeth. I would clasp my hands together and stick my elbow out, often making contact with their inner thigh. One mature one sat with her knee up by my shoulder, and her thigh was pressed along my upper arm, so she tended to make the most contact. I recall several times watching the young one lean over the next chair, and I could see the stitching of her panty crotch lining between her legs through her thin white pants.

One time the tall blonde dropped an instrument right down on my crotch. Without thinking, I reached down and picked it up and handed it back to her. I was so pissed at myself for doing that – I would have been curious to know how she would have gone about grabbing the instrument from my crotch.