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need not be present during the procedure!"
Clara put one finger underneath Victoria's chin and lifted her face so that their lips were barely an inch from each other. A curious, warm sensation flooded through her as she smelled Clara's sweet breath, and then felt a tender, sisterly kiss on her lips.
A sisterly kiss. But when the sisterly sensations were over, the kiss did not end, and Victoria's warmth rose as Clara's tongue tickled her own. Was this really proper behavior in the doctor's office? Victoria heard herself giggling, low in her throat, as pleasurable sensations flowed through her and Clara kissed her deeper.
Then, all of a sudden, the door opened.
Victoria realized with fright that Clara had lifted her knee and placed it on the arm of Victoria's chair. Given the tightness of the dress, this tested the strength of the material and all but imprisoned Victoria in her chair. Clara's lips were still against Victoria's, her tongue still in Victoria's mouth, as Charles Fitzmartin cleared his throat remonstratively.
Reluctantly, Clara pulled her lips from Victoria's and turned to face Dr. Fitzmartin.
"The poor dear," sighed Clara, indicating Victoria by ruffling her hair. "She needed some comfort."
Charles gave Clara a disapproving look. "What she needs," he growled, "is a medical procedure. Certainly you, of all people, can appreciate that, can't you, Miss Brook?"
Clara reluctantly pulled away from Victoria, her face reddening. She looked at the floor, but Victoria could have sworn she saw the barest hint of a smile on Clara's face.
"Yes, Doctor," said Clara breathlessly. "I can appreciate that."
Dr. Fitzmartin turned his attention to Victoria, still wearing the stern, unforgiving expression he'd flashed at Clara Brook, and Victoria filled with familiar excitement as she vividly recalled her girlhood crush on the family doctor. She fought the nervous heat that brought to her body and mind as Dr.
Fitzmartin spoke to her.
"Victoria, I'd like for you to come in, please."
"Yes, Dr. Fitzmartin," said Victoria nervously, standing.
She wished suddenly that she had a moment to freshen up.
She felt so hot and sweaty, despite the fact that it was not a warm day.
* * * *
"Your husband has described your symptoms to me," said Charles coldly. "I see a clear diagnosis of hysteria."
"Hysteria?" asked Victoria, uncomprehending.
Arthur waved his hand in dismissal. "There's no need to explain it all to my wife, Doctor. She doesn't have a head for such matters."
Despite herself, Victoria shot Arthur a dirty look, which, luckily, her husband did not see.
"All right, then," said Charles. "What's important is that there is a new procedure to treat such nervous conditions as yours. Mrs. Barker, I think such treatments would clearly be of benefit to you."
Victoria couldn't stop looking at Charles. Something about the way Clara had touched her had awakened all of Victoria's girlhood desires for Dr. Fitzmartin. She recalled the long afternoons under the apple tree imagining that the good doctor was there with her, the warm feelings such reveries elicited in her body. She remembered the fantasized trips to Dr. Fitzmartin's office for an "examination" much more thorough than any he would ever give her in reality.
"Whatever you think best," sighed Victoria, tears forming in her eyes once again.
Victoria sniffled and dabbed at her eyes with her handkerchief.
Arthur took note of his young wife's tears and began to grumble. "Good God, Charles, the woman's in crisis. Let's get this over with. Now Victoria, mind you, I'm not going to be around for this treatment. You know I've got a weak stomach for all those woman-things." As if to punctuate his remark, Arthur turned a peculiar shade of green and shuddered, looking away from Victoria. "But I'll be back to retrieve you in one hour—no longer—so don't worry. This treatment ... Well, Charles will explain everything to you." Arthur gave his wife another nauseated look and
Clara put one finger underneath Victoria's chin and lifted her face so that their lips were barely an inch from each other. A curious, warm sensation flooded through her as she smelled Clara's sweet breath, and then felt a tender, sisterly kiss on her lips.
A sisterly kiss. But when the sisterly sensations were over, the kiss did not end, and Victoria's warmth rose as Clara's tongue tickled her own. Was this really proper behavior in the doctor's office? Victoria heard herself giggling, low in her throat, as pleasurable sensations flowed through her and Clara kissed her deeper.
Then, all of a sudden, the door opened.
Victoria realized with fright that Clara had lifted her knee and placed it on the arm of Victoria's chair. Given the tightness of the dress, this tested the strength of the material and all but imprisoned Victoria in her chair. Clara's lips were still against Victoria's, her tongue still in Victoria's mouth, as Charles Fitzmartin cleared his throat remonstratively.
Reluctantly, Clara pulled her lips from Victoria's and turned to face Dr. Fitzmartin.
"The poor dear," sighed Clara, indicating Victoria by ruffling her hair. "She needed some comfort."
Charles gave Clara a disapproving look. "What she needs," he growled, "is a medical procedure. Certainly you, of all people, can appreciate that, can't you, Miss Brook?"
Clara reluctantly pulled away from Victoria, her face reddening. She looked at the floor, but Victoria could have sworn she saw the barest hint of a smile on Clara's face.
"Yes, Doctor," said Clara breathlessly. "I can appreciate that."
Dr. Fitzmartin turned his attention to Victoria, still wearing the stern, unforgiving expression he'd flashed at Clara Brook, and Victoria filled with familiar excitement as she vividly recalled her girlhood crush on the family doctor. She fought the nervous heat that brought to her body and mind as Dr.
Fitzmartin spoke to her.
"Victoria, I'd like for you to come in, please."
"Yes, Dr. Fitzmartin," said Victoria nervously, standing.
She wished suddenly that she had a moment to freshen up.
She felt so hot and sweaty, despite the fact that it was not a warm day.
* * * *
"Your husband has described your symptoms to me," said Charles coldly. "I see a clear diagnosis of hysteria."
"Hysteria?" asked Victoria, uncomprehending.
Arthur waved his hand in dismissal. "There's no need to explain it all to my wife, Doctor. She doesn't have a head for such matters."
Despite herself, Victoria shot Arthur a dirty look, which, luckily, her husband did not see.
"All right, then," said Charles. "What's important is that there is a new procedure to treat such nervous conditions as yours. Mrs. Barker, I think such treatments would clearly be of benefit to you."
Victoria couldn't stop looking at Charles. Something about the way Clara had touched her had awakened all of Victoria's girlhood desires for Dr. Fitzmartin. She recalled the long afternoons under the apple tree imagining that the good doctor was there with her, the warm feelings such reveries elicited in her body. She remembered the fantasized trips to Dr. Fitzmartin's office for an "examination" much more thorough than any he would ever give her in reality.
"Whatever you think best," sighed Victoria, tears forming in her eyes once again.
Victoria sniffled and dabbed at her eyes with her handkerchief.
Arthur took note of his young wife's tears and began to grumble. "Good God, Charles, the woman's in crisis. Let's get this over with. Now Victoria, mind you, I'm not going to be around for this treatment. You know I've got a weak stomach for all those woman-things." As if to punctuate his remark, Arthur turned a peculiar shade of green and shuddered, looking away from Victoria. "But I'll be back to retrieve you in one hour—no longer—so don't worry. This treatment ... Well, Charles will explain everything to you." Arthur gave his wife another nauseated look and
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