Doctor gyn embarrassment

November 1, 2010

Walking from the elevator, I found myself on a row of professional
looking offices, and while I could not imagine where I had thought that
my practitioner might work, the deep pile carpet of the corridor began
to have a soothing effect on my nerves and spirits. It was a long
corridor and at last I came to an oak door with no identification other
than : “CLINIC : Suite 414” on a copper plate . With a trembling hand, I
opened the door and entered into a receptionist area which had been
tastefully and professionally decorated.

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I had just started to settle into one of the glove leather sofas in the
waiting room, when an office door quietly opened and a white-frocked
middle aged man said, “Ms. Anne Broderick, I presume ? Won’t you come in

I followed the Doctor into an office area which overlooked the park and
took one of two chairs facing the desk.

“I’m Doctor Chadwick,” he began, “My practice specialty centers on the
exploration and diagnostic treatment, if need be, of what might be
otherwise be considered problems of a sexual nature. Your
confidentiality is assured here,” he continued ” and I want you to feel
completely comfortable in discussing the matter which brought you to us.
Now how might we be of service to you ?”

“Well, Doctor, ” I began haltingly ” I’m thirty-five years old and have
been married once. I’ve been divorced for about four years, sexually
active and, well, I, ah, have a real problem, ah, with, ah , anal sex.”

THERE ! I’d said it !!

The words gushed out now ” My former husband would complain that I was
just prudish and uptight, literally, and that I was denying myself, and
him, another avenue of physical pleasure.”

“Have you ever tried anal intercourse ?” he asked.

“Well, once, but the penetration, if any, was very slight, and I told
him to stop : it hurt too much” I answered in a small voice. “You have
to understand ,” I went on “I was raised in a very restrictive and
highly religious household … even nudity was ‘ wrong ‘ anal was
equated with defecation …… sex, ANY sex was just not discussed.”

The Doctor considered this a moment then asked ” and why the interest
now ?”

“Oh, I -have- noticed the beginnings of some very pleasurable sensations
back there from time to time; the eroticism of it; but I don’t know
where to begin.”

” Not that uncommon, and so you have a curiosity about it, don’t you ?”
he asked.

“And,” I allowed, feeling a little tingle of pleasure and dampness begin
between my legs. ” I think I would like to feel the experiences after,
perhaps, a little preparation so that I might know what to expect.”

He then asked about my sexual history, writing on a pad while I answered
a number of questions and, finally, putting the pad down, he indicated
that he had reached a decision.

“What we will do is to create an anal-erotic experience for you, while
at the same time preparing you for the act itself. ”

The Doctor started outlining his prescription,

“First, Ms Broderick, you will be given a brief physical exam, which
will include both a pelvic and rectal , to make sure that our experience
will be safe for you. You will then be prepared for the administration
of dilators which will be introduced into your anus to both expand and
relax the sphincter muscles. ”

“So, let’s see how this goes for you and, well, if further visits might
be required. If all that sounds satisfactory to you, my nurse will
prepare you down the hall. Do you have any questions.?”

“I don’t think so.” I whispered, and deep inside an excitement started
at the anticipation of the experience.

“Good !” and he spoke to his nurse on the intercom.

“Nurse, come and start Ms. Broderick’s program, I’ll give you specific
instructions in a minute, thank you.”

“The nurse needs to take you through some preliminaries after which
we’ll get together .” he said .

The door opened and an attractive, but professional woman, in a crisp
white uniform, motioned me out and down an inside corridor.

The room, which the nurse referred to as an examination room, was large
in comparison to the small cramped cubicles at my gynecologist’s office.
Along one wall was a low padded table, covered with pastel sheets, while
at the far end , with well its well-padded stirrups, stood the
examination table, though this one had more movable sections.

A door at the far side revealed a bathroom, while the remainder of the
equipment, sinks, cabinets and instrument trays were what I would have
expected in a medical setting.

The nurse indicated a screened dressing area. I was then instructed to
strip … completely … handed a cotton, patterned kimono, and a pair
of-terri-cloth stretch slippers. I asked if I might use the bathroom and
was told pleasantly “No, dear, that will be taken care of later”.

As I started to undress, I heard her opening and closing drawers and
cabinets , but resisted the temptation to peek out from behind the
dressing screen. I removed my jacket, blouse and skirt, slip, and bra.
Hesitating a moment, I slipped my panty hose down my legs and stood
naked before the full length mirror on the wall. `

Thankful for the slim image there; still firm up-turned breasts with
their now erect rose-bud nipples, the light brown bush of pubic hair
and, turning around, ran a hand over my peach-shaped posterior. “Enough
!” I thought and slipped into the kimono, which came to mid-thigh, and
slippers. Having made up my mind to go through with this, robe tie held,
I stepped out from behind the screen.

“Now, first I will need to take your blood pressure and temperature, so
just sit down on the edge of this table and try to relax,” she said and

Slipping the black cuff over my arm, she counted down the blood pressure
and then said, “Your blood pressure is perfectly normal, now I need to
take your temperature.”

From a tray that I had not taken note of on the counter, she picked up
the thermometer, a pair of latex gloves, and a tube of KY jelly.

Turning back to me, I had opened my mouth in anticipation, she said,
“No, the Doctor wants your temperature taken rectally, so I’ll need to
have you stretch out on the table and turn over on your tummy.”

She then helped me climb up on the table, turn over, and then, sitting
on the table behind me, she turned up the hem of the kimono until it was
resting just below the small of my back leaving my buttocks exposed.

I listened as she snapped a glove into place on her hand and then felt
the cool latex-clad thumb and forefinger spread my buttocks from either
side of my anus. I buried my head in my arms and blushed at the contact
in so private an area, then had to stifle an involuntary sob as I felt a
gloved and lubricant-laden finger enter my rectum to the second joint
after which the bulb of the thermometer was held poised at my anus.

“Now, this may be a little uncomfortable for just a minute, so relax.”
she said and with that I felt the bulb firmly pushed on into my bottom.

Once inserted she then placed the gloved hand across my bottom cheeks,
holding the glass tube firmly between two fingers. I could feel the
instrument resting in my bowel and then, after several minutes , felt
the sliding of the bulb past my sphincter as it was withdrawn.

“Your temperature is also normal and now I’m going to give you an
injection of a very, very, mild sedative in your hip, so why don’t you
just remain as you are on your stomach.”

Turning my head I watched her pick up the hypodermic syringe from the
instrument tray and, turning back to me, felt the cold alcohol swab on
my left buttock as she prepared the site for the injection. Her
technique was practiced, and I felt only the slightest sting as the
needle entered my rump and was withdrawn a moment later. She then
lowered the hem of the robe to cover my buttocks.

“Fine, now I want you to lie there while we get you ready for the next
step. Have you ever had a colonic, or any other type of enemas ?”

” Only once as a child, and then that was given to me by an aunt.” I
replied, beginning to feel a strange, giddy anticipation.

“Well, your going to be administered two enemas this morning,” she went
on, ” The first will be a cleansing enema which, as the name implies,
will be started in the upper regions of your bowel. The second will be a
more soothing, and lubricating, oil solution to prepare you for the
dilation procedure.”

“I’ll need to have you assume,” she continued ” a position on your knees
with your chest on the table, after which I’ll be lubricating your
rectal area for the insertion of the nozzles.”

She grinned as she said, “you’re going to feel quite full as the Doctor
wants a full quart for each enema !”

“Oh, by the way, ……. is the injection working ???”

“Oh yes, I feel really quite mellow.” I replied, while in my head the
images conjured up by her description of the procedure were causing not
unpleasant stirrings in my loins. A part of my repressed anal-erotic
fixation had been curious about the feelings that might be provoked by
submission to an enema, and now I was to find out.

The Doctors’ prescription was on target !

Eyes closed, I listened to the preparations being made and in a minute I
heard a metal stand drawn up beside the table.

“OK, we’re almost ready now, so let me help you up to a kneeling
position, she offered and, placing her hands on either side of my hips,
helped me up so that I was now on all fours in the middle of the table.

“I’ll place a pillow under your head and now I want you to rest your
chest on the table, and let the middle of your back relax… fold your
arms up by the pillow.. that a girl. You’ll need to move your knees
apart…… and bring them…… just a little forward … so your
bottom is well extended.” she added.

The hem of the robe slipped down to my mid back leaving me naked from
the waist down except for the slippers. The forced position had it’s
effect and I felt the surprisingly warm office air on the delicate
tissues of both my anus and the lips of my vulva as my most intimate
regions were exposed.

Looking back slightly beyond my bared and upraised rump, I watched as
the nurse proceeded to hang a hospital-type enema bag on a hanger stand
which had been placed by the table. The bag had a valve in the bottom to
which was attached a length of surgical tubing.

From the tray she picked up another section of black flexible tubing
about 18 inches long and about the size of my little finger. The tip at
one end was smoothly rounded while at the other was a small double bulb,
another inch of the black tube and then a connection.

Opening a jar of Vaseline, she coated the length of tube until it, and
the bulb, was shiny , and then, holding the lubricated tube in one hand
which she rested on my back, she dipped her gloved index finger into the
Vaseline jar and moved until she was at the rear of my upraised bottom.

“I have to lubricate you well now; I’ll be introducing the length of the
irrigator into your rectum after that. The small bulb will help you
retain both the nozzle and the fluid while it does it’s job.”

“Now this may be just a little uncomfortable, but try to relax by
breathing through your mouth.”

I gave a little involuntary start as I felt her forefinger enter my
rectum and slowly work its way in a small series of in and out movements
until she had entered me fully . She then slowly withdrew the finger and
repeated the process with some more of the Vaseline.

“Now I’ll insert the irrigation tube and I’ll be slowly working it down
inside you until I have the bulb in place, she explained.

I felt the nozzle pass my sphincter and really felt the tube as she
slowly inserted more of it into my bowel. Finally she said that she was
about to insert the retainer bulb, and I felt my anus distend to receive
the small object as she firmly and slowly pushed it into my behind. She
said that she was going to turn the flow on and, as she did, I could
feel the fluid, somehow, as it started draining up into an area that
felt as though it was somewhere near my diaphragm.

“This takes a few minutes, we don’t want to rush the process, and once
you have taken this much I’ll have you retain it for a few minutes
longer. Now you should start feeling full in a bit, but the retaining
bulb will prevent you from expelling the fluid, so do try to relax. ”
she called over her shoulder.

My abdomen was visibly swelling now and the Doctor chose that moment to
open the door and ask how everything was going. I hid my head in
embarrassment at the spectacle I must have presented, half nude with my
rear high up in the air and the enema tubing sticking out from my rectum.

The nurse saved me from comment and said that everything was fine. She
stroked my buttocks while we waited for the contents to empty.

I felt as though I would burst when she announced that we were done and,
turning a valve at the connection point, disconnected the tubing that
was inside me to the beaker. She told me to hold my position, breath
through my mouth, and, a few minutes later, helped me slowly off the
table and followed me to the bath room carrying the tube which trailed
from my behind. Once inside I sat down on the toilet, and reaching up
underneath me, she slowly removed the retainer bulb, following which I
felt as though I exploded into the bowl even before she had removed the
remainder of the tube.

My nurse was at the door when I came out, and after making sure that all
was well, helped me back up onto the table where I was instructed to
assume the kneeling position once again. The gloved and lubricated
finger once more was introduced into my backside and I noticed with
relief that the nozzle she was lubricating for this round was only about
six inches long. I settled my head into the pillow and waited for the
insertion of the tube.

“Now this one won’t be as uncomfortable as the last one,” she said, and
then introduced the nozzle into my rectum. I felt the liquid drain into
my bowel, and then, some minutes later, abdomen distended once more,
made my way to the bathroom.

When I returned from the bathroom, I was motioned toward the examination

The nurse escorted me to the examination table, which she had covered
with a pastel sheet. I sat on the raised bolster section at the end,
then laid back assuming the pre-requisite position…. knees up, each
slippered foot in a stirrup, thighs widely separated with my buttocks
near the end of the table.

The robe had shifted up to around my waist and, except for the slippers,
I lay naked from the waist down. Dr. Chadwick entered the room and
stepped up beside me as I lay on the table.

“I hope that the cleansing enemas didn’t make you too uncomfortable, but
for anal sex, you might find that you’ll be less inhibited if you’re not
worried about cleanliness there. You can easily obtain any of the
drugstore pre-bottled solutions and simply use it before you and your
partner start making love .”

Continuing, he said, “I’m going to examine both your vaginal and rectal
areas. I’m certain that we won’t find any obvious abnormalities; the
nurse noted that you did not, for example, suffer from hemorrhoids as
she lubricated you, but I want to make sure that there’s nothing else of

Moving to the end of the table, he stepped between my widely parted
thighs and rolled a latex glove onto each hand.

The nurse handed him a tube of lubricant which he applied to his now
gloved fingers. With one hand, he parted the lips of my vulva and,
gently holding the lips of my labia between thumb and finger, worked
down each side.

“You obviously take care of yourself. …. no lesions or gland
inflammation”, he observed.

Holding back the covering hood of flesh, my clitoris was revealed and
it, together with the area surrounding my urethra, came in for their
share of diagnostic probings.

His finger traced the sensitive ridge sending a tiny chill of pleasure
up my spine. No other exam had ever evoked that kind of response! Moving
his hand down to the opening of my vagina, two fingers were inserted and
moved up inside me until I felt them at the tip of my cervix. He then
rotated the fingers, pressing against the walls of my vagina and uterus
in each direction.

“Just breath through your mouth, Ms. Broderick …..and let yourself
go”, he soothingly advised.

Withdrawing his gloved hand, the nurse handed him a vaginal speculum.
The nurse once more told me to relax and I felt the instrument enter my
vaginal cavity, then a bit of pressure inside as the sides were opened.
The Doctor adjusted the work lamp and peered down intently.

After perhaps a scant minute, and withdrawing the instrument, the Doctor
walked to the head of the table, “Everything looks just fine there,
you’re a very healthy woman. Are we ready for the next step?”

I gave a thumbs-up and flexed my back, “Ready!”

“Good, good, …… I’m going to be examining your anus and rectal areas
for fissures or any other problems, and for this, the nurse is going to
adjust your position so that I have, ahmm, maximum entrance ….. nurse,
if you will please?” and gestured toward my legs.

The nurse gestured with her hand, “Hmmmm …. I going to need you to
scoot down a little farther…… there, that’s a girl.” and thus my
buttocks were now off the edge of the table.

With a hand on my knee and another under my ankle, the nurse guided each
leg back toward my head until it just about touched my breast. The
stirrups were adjusted upward and to the rear, so that, after replacing
each foot, I found myself in a jack-knifed position…my bottom fully
extended in mid air; the lips of my vulva gaping open; soles of my
slippers nearly parallel with the ceiling!

I could feel the air on my anus now that my buttocks were fully spread,
and watched the nurse liberally lubricate the forefingers of the
doctor’s right hand with KY jelly.

“I’m going to insert one finger, initially, to examine you as far up as
I can without instruments, then I’ll introduce more as I feel you begin
to acclimate to the exam. We’ll be changing your position once more for
the dilators …. I know this isn’t very comfortable, but it will only
last for a few minutes”, he explained.

I could only lay there while images of myself so very extremely exposed
swirled in my head. Stepping to my now prominently displayed perineum he
first probed around the perimeter of my anus, separating the opening on
either side, after which he inserted his forefinger to the second joint,
and rotated the finger at an angle to the rim.

“I’m just checking muscle elasticity at this point”, he said. I felt him
continue working the finger up inside me until his hand rested in the
cleft of my stretched buttocks. He then described a circle with his
finger deep in my bowel, pushing at the tissue in either direction.

I was glad at that point for the enema preparation as I felt as though a
bowel movement would have been imminent.

Withdrawing his finger completely, he said, “Excellent! Next, I’ll be
introducing two fingers into your rectum; this to help you with the
dilators later.” Placing one finger over the other, I felt the firm,
insistent, pressure of the insertion. “I want you to push down on my
fingers, as though you were trying to go to the bathroom, to relax your
sphincter muscle.”

I strained as instructed and felt a hollow feeling as the fingers made
their way up my rectum. I felt his hand at my bottom again, and then a
pressure as he rotated the fingers in place. I could feel the moisture
from the liquefied KY jelly trickle to my tailbone mixed with the
perspiration from my exertions.

He paused for a moment, fingers still buried in my rump, then looked up
at me. “I can see why you had a problem with anal intercourse; your
rectal sphincter is very tight and well muscled.”

Continuing his movements, he added, “You, or your partner, need to be
very generous with the lubrication….. I suggest, also, that you
include graduated dilatation, which is what we’re doing now, as part of
your foreplay until you really get the knack of relaxing this muscle.”

“OK …….three fingers; you’ve accommodated the two-finger stage
without difficulty, I gather : a bit of fullness perhaps?” he asked.

“No it doesn’t hurt, I even think I’m beginning to like it a little,” I
replied. In fact, the enforced exposure of my genitals and insertions
were beginning to cause another sort of, very pleasurable and erotic,

“Well good ! So, how about if we explore that a bit!?” he suggested. I
nodded, he motioned to the nurse.

“My nurse is trained in massage …… and we do want you to be very
relaxed!” he beamed.

“We’ll be pleasuring you with direct stimulation, I think you should
enjoy that,” he smiled, as the nurse added more KY jelly.

At the last I blushed, thinking that I must be lubricating myself just
thinking about it.

The nurse untied the belt to the robe and pulled it open leaving me
totally open and naked on the table, a glistening coat of KY jelly
shining at my bottom. …. and wondering if the warmth in the room was
coming from me!

Changing gloves, she poured some light oil onto her hand and began to
massage my neck then down to each breast …. kneading … stretching
and rolling each taut nipple between her fingers, then moved down my
belly to my damp pubic hair and inserted her fingers between and into
the open lips of my vulva!

I had never been touched so intimately by another woman in my life! At
the same time I felt myself yield to the insistent caresses being
applied against my rising bud, and surrendered to it all.

The Doctor held all three fingers together, and I felt the tips slowly
ease into, and past, my anus.

“Let’s feel a really good push now !” the Doctor ordered.

While the pulses from the massage of my clitoris built, I pushed my body
down on the table to meet, and help my rectum open to, the welcomed
gloved hand. I remember the doctor saying that all three fingers were
inserted and, with his free hand, he guided my own to my anal region
where I felt his fingers as they lay buried in my rectum and felt the
rim of my anus in its tightly extended accommodation.

I covered my eyes with the back of my hand as he started an in and out
movement. With each push past my anus, I could feel the gloved fingers
working up my colon, the drumming of the nurse’s massage of my clitoris,
my body arched on the table, and the spasms swept me over the edge.

The fingers were ever so slowly withdrawn. A drop of perspiration
trickled down my forehead.

“I think that you’ve looked at a new horizon, don’t you?” he asked,
rolling down his now slick gloves, with a grin.

I blushed furiously and could only blow a stream of breath through
pursed lips in response.

Looking down, I couldn’t help but notice that my nipples were tightly
erect; my bush of pubic hair lay in ringlets, damply matted with oil, KY
jelly and my own juices.

The nurse, after a final caress to my nether regions, walked to the sink
and washed her hands; came back with a warm washcloth. Using my exposure
to advantage, she proceeded to carefully wash my pubic region; perineum
and anus.

After patting me dry; she guided my feet from the stirrups, opened the
table up and helped me stretch out flat, still naked, on the table.

“Why don’t you rest a moment, we’ll be re-positioning you in just a

As I regained my senses, I happened to turn my head toward the
instrument tray, the smooth, gleaming ebonite shafts had been lined up .

“Now to finish your treatment,” the Doctor was saying, regaining my
wandering attention. “I’ll be inserting a series of graduated,
increasingly larger, penis-shaped dilators into your rectum.”

“God !” I thought to myself “Can I TAKE any more ???!!!”

“I’ll need to have you turn over,” he continued, “onto your stomach, and
I’m going to adjust the table so that your in a supported position with
your hips well raised , and your head will be lowered. Your knees will
be at either side on the cushion, er, straddle-style.”

I rolled over onto my stomach whereupon the nurse held me steady while
the table was adjusted into position, my hips supported by a bolster
section in the middle, while the padded end of the table folded down
becoming a shelf. Kneeling on the shelf, my thighs against the table,
the head of the table was lowered raising my buttocks. Placing a hand on
the insides of my thigh, my legs were guided until my knees were well
separated and I felt the room air once again on the now slippery surface
of my rear-thrust buttocks, vulva and anus.

The doctor removed a case from the stand and set it on an instrument
tray by my head.

“Here, let me show you these.” he said, and opened the case to reveal a
series of what looked to be smooth penis replicas. There were about 10
in the case and ranged in size from that of an adult index finger to a
monstrous one, a full three inches in diameter and to perhaps 12 inches
long. Each was fashioned with a kind of bulb at one end forming a head
and then flared out at the base.

I Guess my eyes betrayed my fear as I surveyed the larger sizes, for the
Doctor said, “Don’t be alarmed, we’ll select perhaps three in a medium
size for today ”

The smallest dilator he selected was about the size of my thumb, a
second which was about the size of a normal penis, and then a third
which was a little larger. One by one, he lubricated each with a KY-type
jelly, placing them in a plastic dish on the tray by my head.

My apprehension started to build as, despite my earlier preparation, I
felt the old fear surface. Rolling on another set of gloves, he walked
to where my rear lay open, cheeks well spread by my posture.

I felt the gloved finger enter my rectum with a dollop of Vaseline and
then he picked up the smaller of the dilators and I felt the smooth tip
press into the ring of my sphincter and slide easily, with only a hint
of urging, up into my bowel. At the same time the nurse turned down the
room lighting so the florescent lights were now low with only a small
focused light illuminating my exposed and upraised rear end.

The nurse then spread some more of the oil onto my back and buttocks,
and I felt as though I could have drifted off to sleep with the
movements of the dildo in my rectum.

The dilator was withdrawn, and the next one that I felt at my portal was
penis-sized. I remembered to push down and soon I felt the bulbous head
began to ease past my anal ring; then felt what I knew to be the head
inside my bowel.

I was breathing though my mouth at that point and reached back with my
hand, as I felt it slide home, to see how much had penetrated. I was
pleased to find that it was almost all the way in to about it’s
eight-inch length.

The nurse had moved to my buttocks, and began to knead the oil
underneath and into my vaginal folds once more. The dilator was left in
place and I could feel the deep fullness it provoked together with the
excitement of the penetration. The Doctor started the in and out
strokes, pushing to full length with each inward thrust, withdrawing
almost to the tip of the device.

My heat had started once again and I could no longer contain my sense of
excitement nor the urge to abandon myself to the pleasure.

“Doctor,” I said, turning my head, “I would really like to feel one of
the larger dilators now,” not believing the boldness of my request.

I felt the sliding of the smaller tool as it was withdrawn from my
rectum. As the next cylinder was selected, I stole back with my own
fingers and felt the now dilated state of my anus, redolent with
lubricant, moist from the insertions of fingers and instruments. I moved
my knees close to the support pad and jutted my hips still farther up
and back in preparation for the next tube.

The nurse moved to the end of the table and, placing her thumbs on
either side of my anus, spread my orifice while another finger of
Vaseline was introduced down through my anus deep inside. The dilator
selected was ten inches long, maybe two inches in diameter and as it was
lubricated I buried my head in my folded arms and had visions of the
monstrous head penetrating my bottom.

I felt the head placed against my now lax muscle and then the slow
steady thrust and further distention of my rear aperture it made its’
way down into my intestine.

As the Doctor thrust the instrument in, the nurse worked her hand down
and three fingers into my vagina, keeping a steady rhythm going on my
clitoris. I felt, seemingly, every inch of the dilator inside me and
felt dizzy at the thought that this pole had penetrated such a small
opening. Once again I had to reach back and confirm with my own hand the
depth and size as the doctor worked the instrument in my bottom. I could
only whimper as I felt the great shaft explore my very depths then;
withdrawn, slowly, re lubricated and reinserted into my flesh.

I began moving in harmony with both the movement in my rump and the
ministrations of the nurse at my vulva; having total, unabashed
intercourse with this ebonite shaft in my rectum. Back against the
insertion and then forward in perfect time with its’ withdrawal.

Stars exploded and spasms swept my body; my hands clenched the edge of
the table and, in spite of myself I cried out when, at one deep thrust,
I felt a release I had never experienced or even imagined in orgasm.

I must have passed out, for I awoke to find that I was now on my back,
covered with a sheet, the table having been returned to horizontal.

The nurse peeked from around the door. “Oh, your awake now ! You’ve been
napping for just a bit. That must have been something !” She said

“Now, we’ll just get you cleaned up, and your done !” And with that the
sheet was removed and separating my legs, my genital and anal areas were
gently cleaned off with a warm sponge. I was turned on my side, my
buttock lifted, and an ointment was applied in and around my anus.

“That’s to soothe the tissues,” she explained. “You may take that with

“Now the Doctor says you’re going to be sore back there for a few days,”
she went on “So don’t try anything immediately, OK ?” She winked, helped
me off the table to a somewhat shaky standing position, and then to the
dressing area for my clothes. Right now, ‘it’ didn’t feel sore so much
as warm and tingly.

Back on the street, I wondered idly if there might be some outward sign
of my adventure, a difference in my stride perhaps ? No matter,
obviously this was going to require some experience and I already had
a-follow-up appointment scheduled at the “CLINIC : Suite-414”

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