Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 51210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 256(@200wpm)___ 205(@250wpm)___ 171(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 256(@200wpm)___ 205(@250wpm)___ 171(@300wpm)
“Soon. Max, share your body heat.”
Max moved closer and wrapped an arm around her waist. Warmth radiated toward her. Zale quickly checked her eyes, ears, nose, heart, and throat. He paused for a minute before pointing to an eye chart on the wall. “Read the smallest line you can, Saylor.”
She easily recited the lowest line, but hesitated when he gave her a small card and repeated his instructions. The letters blurred in front of her when she looked at the bottom two lines. Finally, she told them the letters on the next one up.
“Can you see anything in tinier print?” Max asked. His eyebrows pulled together in concern.
Saylor studied it again. Maybe that was a B, but it could be an E. She rubbed her fingers over her forehead. “Hey!” she protested as Zale plucked the laminated page from her hand.
“I don’t want you to give yourself a headache, Saylor. You did exactly what I asked you to do. Good job. Have you worn glasses before?”
“When I was a kid. But I stopped wearing them in high school.”
“Got it,” Max said, adding another note to his phone. “To the eye doctor for you, baby. That’s why you’re getting headaches.”
“Oh! I should have thought of that,” Saylor whispered.
“You’re going to feel so much better,” Max said.
Zale placed a pillow on the exam table and patted it. “Stretch out, Saylor.”
Slowly she lay down on her back. Max laced his fingers with hers, giving her hand a squeeze. She stared up at him. Her mind whirled with the realization that she had neglected herself and that her daddy wouldn’t allow that to continue.
“Do you check your breasts, Saylor?” Zale asked.
“No,” she admitted honestly, done with pretending.
“Max, once a month after her period, check for anything concerning. Let me show you what to do.” Zale waved Max to the opposite side of the exam table.
Saylor closed her eyes as Zale coached Max through the process. She tried not to react to the sensation of two men’s hands moving on her sensitive breasts, but when they squeezed her nipple, a low moan escaped her lips. She bit her lip, hoping to stifle any additional sounds.
She breathed a sigh of relief when the hands lifted from her skin. Max took her hand again. Zale, however, just moved lower and examined her abdomen. He pressed on a variety of spots as Saylor tried not to react. Who knows what Zale would do if she made any sounds.
“Some congestion here. Add fruit and vegetables to Saylor’s diet.”
That went on Max’s list. Saylor crossed her fingers, hoping he wouldn’t have anything else to add.
“Your daddy is going help you put your foot in the support on that side.” Zale shifted her foot to the stirrup next to the table. He waited until Max helped on the other side and then added, “Scoot your bottom down to my hand.”
Saylor wiggled down further and further. Finally, her bottom touched his gloved hand.
“Still cold, Saylor?” Zale asked.
She nodded eagerly. Zale opened a drawer under the padded top and pulled out a folded blanket. He spread the soft material over her body, draping it over her knees. Saylor gathered the material in her hands, hugging it to her chest.
“Thank you.”
“You are welcome, little girl,” Zale told her.
He sat down between her legs. She could see his face as he spread her legs apart. His professional expression reassured her as the lubricant squirted audibly.
“You’ll feel me touching you, Saylor. Let me know if anything is uncomfortable.”
“Okay.”
Max brushed her hair back from her face as Zale’s fingers stroked through her pink folds. The slick mixture felt cold on her warm skin. She stiffened, trying not to respond as he touched sensitive spots. When he tapped her clitoris, she gasped.
“Sensitive?” Zale asked.
“Yes.”
“That’s a good thing. Saylor, I need to make sure that you are healthy. If you climax, that response is perfectly appropriate. Your daddy will be proud of you.”
Her gaze skidded to Max, who nodded. Zale recaptured her attention as he circled her entrance and inserted two fingers. He stood to press on several places on her stomach before removing his touch and reseating himself. She heard a click and suspected he’d picked up the speculum.
“Take a deep breath, Saylor. Good girl. Now exhale,” Zale coached her. As she pushed the air from her lungs, Zale pressed the device into her tight channel. He opened it gently, stopping when she tensed.
“You’ll feel me collect some cells for the Pap smear.”
Saylor squeezed her eyes shut, expecting the process to be uncomfortable. In a few minutes, she blinked open her eyelids in surprise when she heard him popping a lid on the small container. “You’re done?”
“Yes. Everything looks good except for some redness. I’ll treat the irritation, and the exam will be finished except for the blood draw. I am going to show your daddy something.”