Dr. X led her into CTscan room, locked the door behind him, dropped his wedding ring in a small plastic dish before taking her in his arms. She removed his white coat, the stethoscope around his neck as she kissed him hard. The narrow cot slid inside the tube and soon they were mostly undressed and contorted inside the tube of the CT scan machine. "Gives new meaning to Computed Axial Tomography," Dr. X whispered. Aroused and claustrophobic, groping for satisfaction, she thought of the machine, how it could be used to find a brain tumor, emphysema, cyst, bleed, bowel obstruction, or pulmonary embolism, or aneurysm, how it could see, and capture, all of these abstracts in black and white imagery.