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“So, Mrs. Johnston, why are you—”
    “It’s not Mrs. anymore, Doctor Ashton.  Thomas and I finalized the divorce this week, and to answer your question, I’m here for that reason entirely. “
    “You’re getting a physical because you got a divorce?”
    “Yes.  I’ve been with one man in my life, Thomas.  Now that I am free to be with other men, I want to make sure I’m in tip top shape. I—”
    “Did Thomas have an affair?  Are you worried about a sexually-transmitted disease?”
    I laughed.  “Doctor, we didn’t touch each other for the last year of our marriage.  I don’t care if he fucked every maid, babysitter, and college student in town.  It couldn’t have affected my health.  I’m starting a brand new chapter of my life and I want to start anew.  I’m thirty-three and free.  That’s old enough to know what I want and young enough to get it.”  He nodded.  “Is there some reason you don’t want to give me an exam?”
    “ Mrs …um…look, Constance.  I’ve been your doctor for four years.  I’m just making sure you’re okay.”  He reached for the phone on his desk and pressed a button.
    “Yes, Doctor?”
    “Maureen, please take Mrs.  um.. Constance Johnston into examining room four and have her change into a gown.  Go ahead and get the basics done for me and let me know when she’s ready.”  It was amazing when I watched him give an order.  He was a handsome man, about forty and very fit.  He had a wonderful nose, a strong jaw, and very expressive brown eyes with flecks of gold.  I was surprised as I felt a thrill of attraction run through me that I hadn’t ever noticed how attractive he was previously.
    The nurse on the other line said she’d take care of it and four minutes later she knocked on the door and gathered me up.  She took me to a nurses’ station where she made me step on a scale, took my temperature and my blood pressure and generally went about making me feel like a patient.  Finally, she took me to an examination room, gave me a paper robe, and ordered me to strip.  I had just finished tying a bow on the little string that held the silly pale blue gown in place when Doctor Ashton walked into the room.
    He didn’t waste any time, but he brusquely lifted the gown up and began groping my right breast.  I was shocked, but when he said, “Okay, no lumps or problems on this one,” I relaxed.  He pinched a nipple softly and asked if there was any pain.  I didn’t want to tell him about the thrill of excitement that coursed through me at the touch, and since that was the only sensation his soft pinch elicited, I told him it didn’t hurt at all and he moved to the next breast.  He repeated the performance, and it took an astounding effort of will to keep from telling him I wasn’t sure about that one and I needed another pinch.  I resisted, though, and he began touching my stomach, pressing fingers against me and asking about discomfort.
    When he finished, he pulled the gown back down and started on my neck and throat and then using those strange lighted instruments to check my nose, my throat and my ears.  I have to admit to another thrill when he put the depressor on my tongue and told me to say, “ Ahhh .”  Then, he checked my pupil dilation and moved to my knees to bounce the little hammer and check my reflexes.
    When he finished with all that, I was glad to be finished.  I waited for him to tell me I was done, but he didn’t instead, he told me to step off the table and then climb back onto it and hold a position there on my hands and knees.  It was a strange request, but I obeyed.  I climbed up onto the table and held onto the guardrail that would have kept patients from falling out of bed at night if this were a hospital and not a doctor’s office. 
    Doctor Ashton walked up behind me and lifted the gown, exposing my ass in the tiny thong panties I wore.  I started to turn my head to ask what he was doing and he said, “