1 st Appointment
“ Hold the elevator
please,” Laurel said dashing thru the elevator doors. The
middle-aged woman occupying the car scowled at her as she punched
at the button that closes the doors. Bitch, Laurel though pushing
past her to hit the button that will take her to the dreaded third
floor.
The nerves were making her sick to her
stomach as the steel trap ascended closer to the gynecologist’s
office. It has been three years since she’s been and were it not
for her intrusive friend Taylor, she wouldn’t be here today. It’s
not like she really needed to be here anyway. She was not sexually
active now, nor has she ever been.
Her blonde hair, blue eyes, and slim
figure kept guys interested but it was never the right time for
Laurel. She was simply too busy working full time to support
herself thru college to find time to date. After graduation, she
went to work as a meeting planner for a life insurance company. Now
she was too busy building her career to find time to date. Friends
and members of her family were relentless at setting her up, but
Laurel never found any of her blind dates interesting enough to
want to see them again. They all seemed so shallow and incredibly
boring.
The elevator arrived on the third
floor and Laurel got off, located Dr. Stewart’s office and went in.
She was only a few minutes late, but doctors always ran late, she
though checking in at reception. The receptionist gave her a
medical history questionnaire attached to a clipboard and asked her
to fill it out for the doctor to review. Laurel handed her
insurance and debit card to the receptionist and sat in the empty
waiting room. It was a little after four thirty in the afternoon
and she figured she was probably the last patient of the
day.
She looked thru the questionnaire and
started filling it out. There were some general questions regarding
her age, first day of her last period, family history, and the date
of her last pap smear. Well crap, she though writing three years in
the blank. The next question was one she didn’t remember ever being
asked on a medical form. It asked how many sexual partners she’s
had. She wrote a big fat zero on that line. When she finished, she
took it up the receptionist who placed in in her chart and walked
it to the back of the office.
Laurel reclaimed her seat in the
waiting room and began mindlessly flipping thru a magazine. She
wasn’t interested at all in reading, but it gave her something to
do.
“ Laurel Bishop,” a severe
looking middle aged nurse called thru the open door that led to the
exam rooms. She was dressed in black scrubs and her matching black
hair was pulled into a tight bun at the back of her
head.
Laurel stood and followed the nurse
into an examination room. The first thing she noticed was the fact
that the stirrups were already out on the exam table and it
immediately increased her nerves.
“ Remove your clothes and
put this gown on,” she said handing Laurel a flimsy hospital gown.
“The ties go in the front.” She turned to the cabinets in the room
and pulled out an old glass thermometer and a tube of lubricant.
Laurel’s eyes doubled in size from the shock that anyone still used
glass thermometers and the lubricant made her wonder if the nurse
was planning on sticking that thing in her ass.
The nurse looked at her with
irritation. “Please remove your clothes Miss Bishop. Since you were
late, we need to rush to get you ready for the doctor.”
Okay, I guess she isn’t going to leave
the room, Laurel thought as she removed her dress and folded it
over the chair. She then took of her bra and panties, kicked off
her shoes, and quickly donned the gown. Tying the strings that held
the gown together, Laurel was as ready as she was ever going to
be.
The nurse patted the table and Laurel
sat on the edge. “Put your feet in the stirrups. You will feel a
little pressure as I place this thermometer in your anus. Hold
still and relax,” she said as Laurel felt
“ Hold the elevator
please,” Laurel said dashing thru the elevator doors. The
middle-aged woman occupying the car scowled at her as she punched
at the button that closes the doors. Bitch, Laurel though pushing
past her to hit the button that will take her to the dreaded third
floor.
The nerves were making her sick to her
stomach as the steel trap ascended closer to the gynecologist’s
office. It has been three years since she’s been and were it not
for her intrusive friend Taylor, she wouldn’t be here today. It’s
not like she really needed to be here anyway. She was not sexually
active now, nor has she ever been.
Her blonde hair, blue eyes, and slim
figure kept guys interested but it was never the right time for
Laurel. She was simply too busy working full time to support
herself thru college to find time to date. After graduation, she
went to work as a meeting planner for a life insurance company. Now
she was too busy building her career to find time to date. Friends
and members of her family were relentless at setting her up, but
Laurel never found any of her blind dates interesting enough to
want to see them again. They all seemed so shallow and incredibly
boring.
The elevator arrived on the third
floor and Laurel got off, located Dr. Stewart’s office and went in.
She was only a few minutes late, but doctors always ran late, she
though checking in at reception. The receptionist gave her a
medical history questionnaire attached to a clipboard and asked her
to fill it out for the doctor to review. Laurel handed her
insurance and debit card to the receptionist and sat in the empty
waiting room. It was a little after four thirty in the afternoon
and she figured she was probably the last patient of the
day.
She looked thru the questionnaire and
started filling it out. There were some general questions regarding
her age, first day of her last period, family history, and the date
of her last pap smear. Well crap, she though writing three years in
the blank. The next question was one she didn’t remember ever being
asked on a medical form. It asked how many sexual partners she’s
had. She wrote a big fat zero on that line. When she finished, she
took it up the receptionist who placed in in her chart and walked
it to the back of the office.
Laurel reclaimed her seat in the
waiting room and began mindlessly flipping thru a magazine. She
wasn’t interested at all in reading, but it gave her something to
do.
“ Laurel Bishop,” a severe
looking middle aged nurse called thru the open door that led to the
exam rooms. She was dressed in black scrubs and her matching black
hair was pulled into a tight bun at the back of her
head.
Laurel stood and followed the nurse
into an examination room. The first thing she noticed was the fact
that the stirrups were already out on the exam table and it
immediately increased her nerves.
“ Remove your clothes and
put this gown on,” she said handing Laurel a flimsy hospital gown.
“The ties go in the front.” She turned to the cabinets in the room
and pulled out an old glass thermometer and a tube of lubricant.
Laurel’s eyes doubled in size from the shock that anyone still used
glass thermometers and the lubricant made her wonder if the nurse
was planning on sticking that thing in her ass.
The nurse looked at her with
irritation. “Please remove your clothes Miss Bishop. Since you were
late, we need to rush to get you ready for the doctor.”
Okay, I guess she isn’t going to leave
the room, Laurel thought as she removed her dress and folded it
over the chair. She then took of her bra and panties, kicked off
her shoes, and quickly donned the gown. Tying the strings that held
the gown together, Laurel was as ready as she was ever going to
be.
The nurse patted the table and Laurel
sat on the edge. “Put your feet in the stirrups. You will feel a
little pressure as I place this thermometer in your anus. Hold
still and relax,” she said as Laurel felt
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