It’s a beautiful Saturday morning in the spring of 1969. Eighteen year old high school senior Amy Miller is enjoying the first day of spring break, even if she is a little tired. She slept in and is now sorting clothes for a family trip to a cabin in the mountains. Her father gets back from his four day shift at the firehouse on Monday night and they will be leaving first thing on Tuesday morning.

She blows out her stuffy nose on a tissue (damn allergies must be acting up it's got her ear clogged up too) and wanders down to the kitchen to make a snack when she hears her mother on the phone.

The phone call:

Judy Miller: "... his throat is looking really nasty. So anyway I was wondering if you could do me a favor Kate. I know that Bill is not officially your patient anymore, but could you see him. Dr. Jones is closed and we are supposed to hit the road Tuesday."

Dr. Kate Taylor: "Sure Judy, I owe your a few favors anyway. Besides he may have moved on to an adult doctor, but once a patient, always a patient. At least until he turns 21. I don't have any patients for today (yet), but come over to the clinic and I'll take a look at him. Say in about 20 minutes."

Judy Miller: "Thanks Kate. You're a life saver. Or at least a trip saver. I'll get him over there."

Dr. Kate Taylor: "No problem. Just remember that my rules still apply, even to totally grown up 18 year old seniors."

Judy Miller: "Snort. I'm sure he remembers how you take temperatures. See you soon."

Amy only heard half the conversation, but she had a big grin on her face. She had a big opportunity to tease her little brother. Not that she didn't love him, but little brothers needed to be teased. It was a law of nature.

(Technically he wasn't her little brother. He was taller and he was her second cousin once removed or something, but he had been adopted when they were both babies and he was a whole five days younger. So little brother.)

And she owed him some teasing. Last month, he had accidentally mentioned a party that he wasn't supposed to. This eventually lead to Dad checking the liqueur cabinet and Amy getting caught sneaking booze for the party and a painful session over her mother's knee reminding her that her bare butt was still subject to Mom's hair brush. Dad had provided a closing session, but fortunately only used his hand on her already red butt, not the belt.

It really wasn't Bill's fault, but still it was the principle that mattered. And this would provide a prime opportunity for some teasing.

Dr. Taylor, an old friend of their mother's, had been their pediatrician since they were infants. Bill and Amy had both grown up with trips to Dr. Taylor for check ups, sick visits, and even a house call or two. But when they entered high school, they were allowed to transfer to a general practitioner, Dr. Jones.

While Dr. Taylor was kind, she did have a few polices that Amy had been happy to escape. One of them was her temperature taking policy. She insisted on rectal temperatures for all her patients.

And Amy knew that this policy applied even to her older patients. A surprising number of her friends still went to Dr. Taylor. Some because their parents insisted that there was no hurry to change and some just liked Dr. Taylor.

Amy had asked her 19 year old friend Jessica why she still went to her baby doctor. Jessica had shrugged. "I like Dr. Taylor and she's the only female doctor in town. You have to put up with the butt thermometer, but there are worse things. I'll have to find a new doctor eventurally, but I still have a couple of years."

Amy was thinking of this when her mother came up to her, hobbling on her cane. "Amy, I am taking your brother to the doctor to get his throat checked out. Can you drive us? I'm still not supposed to be driving until my ankle is better healed and your brother is still grounded from driving until he finishes paying us for that speeding ticket."

Amy had to hide her grin. "Sure Mom. I would be happy to drive. Are we going over to Dr. Jones?"

"No, they are closed today, but I got Dr. Taylor to agree to check him out. Actually, I am not sure if Dr. Jones is going to reopen. I heard that he was considering retirement after his heart attack, but that is a problem for another day."

They all pile into the family station wagon with Bill in the front seat and Mom in the back where she can stretch her leg out. As the turn onto the main road off of their side street, Amy smirks and says, "Next stop the pediatrician." Which gets her a dirty look from Bill and a sharp "Be nice" from Mom.

They pull into the parking lot of Taylor Pediatrics and park near the door. As Bill and their mother go in, Amy quietly follows behind trying to be forgotten. As they enter the familiar waiting room, the see Dr. Taylor waiting at the arch leading back to the exam rooms.

Their Mom greets Dr. Taylor thanking her for opening up on a Saturday. Dr. Taylor says that it is no problem for an old friend and that she already has a second patient coming a little later. She ushers Bill and Judy to follow her back to exam room 3. Amy follows behind, as quite as a mouse.

Bill is a little bit grumpy. His nose is stuffy, his throat is sore, and he is at his old baby doc. He liked Dr. Taylor, but he felt more grown up at Dr. Jones. He got a gown there and had only had the butt thermometer once, when he was throwing up. Plus he noticed that his sister was tagging along. He was sure that she was going soak up every detail to tease him afterward.

She had been waiting to get back at him since the liqueur cabinet incident last month. Which was totally not his fault. She had gotten caught all by herself and he never wanted her to get spanked, even if she sort of deserved it for getting caught. Plus if she hadn't been so obvious, he is pretty sure that Dad would have chosen to "not notice" the missing alcohol.

He thought about complaining to Mom that Amy was following them back, but Mom would blow it off. They had sometime had joint appointments when they were younger. Plus, the family did a lot of camping and there wasn't a lot of privacy in the woods. Besides, it seemed a bit whiny.

When they got in the exam room, Amy sat quietly in the chair in the corner while her mother sat next to her, focusing on what the doctor said.

"Well Bill, your mother says that you have a sore throat and a stuffy nose. When did this start and do you have a fever?"

Bill thought for a second. "Maybe a couple of days ago, but it didn't get really noticeable until last night. And Mom took my temperature this morning and it was almost normal. 99.5"

"And how did she take it?" Dr. Taylor asked, scribbling notes in his chart.

"umm. In my mouth." Bill said.

Feeling Bill's warm forehead she asked, "And did you keep your mouth closed the whole time?"

"I tried." Bill said sheepishly. Then he reflexively coughed.

"Well we'll see. Let's examine you. Go ahead and get undressed. You can leave your socks and undershorts on, but take off everything else."

Bill blushed a bit, but it was no worse than being in swim trunks. Trying to get this over quickly, he shed his clothes quickly, handing them to his mother until he stood there in just his boxer shorts and socks.

Dr. Taylor lead him out into the hallway to weigh him on the scale and then brought him back into the room and directed him to hop up on the exam table. She quickly checked his pulse and blood pressure.

"Mmm. Your pulse is a little high and your blood pressure is a little low. Let's check that fever now. You know the drill. Pull your boxers down past your knees and roll over onto your tummy." Dr. Taylor said as she turned to pull a rectal thermometer from it's alcohol filled holder.

Seeing the smirk on his sister face as she mouthed "baby thermometer", he blushed and said, "Can't you do it orally? Like Dr. Jones. I am 18. I'm not little anymore." He tried to look earnest.

Putting on her firm "mom face", Dr. Taylor said, "I know dear, but I prefer rectal temperatures. All my patients get them, from when they are little until they leave me at 21. They are more reliable and I'm pretty sure that your temperature is higher than the oral thermometer showed. Now show me that you are a grown up and get into position."

Sighing, he knew she was right. He laid down on his belly, lifted up, and pushed his boxers down to just below his butt. He then turned his head to watch Dr. Taylor go through the ritual he had seen nurses here do dozens of times: Shaking down the thermometer, checking it, rinsing it off, and coating the end with the pare shaped bulb with a thick coat of Vaseline. He buried his face as Dr. Taylor walked over to him and slid his boxers down a bit more.

Amy felt a little sorry for her bother as he lay there. She remember how embarrassing this got as she got older. She was still going to tease him about it though.

Dr. Taylor walked over to Bill and slid his boxers down to his knees and nudged his legs slightly apart. Then, with her left forearm on the small of his back, she used her thumb and forefinger to spread his buttocks apart exposing his anus. Placing the bulb of the thermometer against his anus, she waited for it to relax and then slid the thermometer in about two inches, twisting it slightly as it went in. Then letting his buttocks close on the thermometer, she placed her hand across his bottom, holding the thermometer in place and brought up her left hand to check her watch.

Bill felt Dr. Taylor's warm fingers spread his butt cheeks and then felt the thermometer penetrate him. It slid into him, the bulb coming to a rest up against his prostate. As the doctor's hand came to rest across his butt, he expected to feel humiliated, but instead it kind of felt comforting. He realized that he kind of missed this little bit of gentle intimacy.

By the time that he felt Dr. Taylor slid the thermometer out and tell him to "Pull them up.", he was a little sad that it was over. That this was probably the last time he would be treated like this.

"102.5" Dr. Taylor said. "Do you why I insist on taking your temperature rectally, even if it is a little embarrassing?"

"I guess" Said Bill sheepishly.

"You guess that you can't handle a grown up thermometer." Amy said very quietly with a smile. Not quietly enough as her mom gave her a sharp look that Amy was sure that she would be getting a "talking to" later. Maybe a painful one with HER bare butt on display.

"Let's take a look at your throat next Bill. Please sit up and open up wide." Dr. Taylor said, ignoring Amy's comment for now.

Dr. Taylor looked down Bill's throat. It looked red and nasty. It was clearly strep. But it was best to cover all bases so she quickly checked his nose and ears, happy to see no redness in his ear drums. She then got out her stethoscope and listened to his heart and lungs, listening for sounds of inflammation. "Clear lungs" she said.

Finally she did a quick check of lymph nodes. First she felt his throat, finding them enlarged as she expected. Next she put her hands into his armpits and found them normal.

"Sorry, but I have to check downstairs too. Please lay back and spread your legs." Bill blushed as Dr. Taylor lifted the band of his boxer shorts and reached a hand in. Fortunately it was just a quick feel, nothing like the thorough genital exams she used to do at his yearly check ups.

"All done." She said and turned to wash her hands before making notes in the chart. "Well it is definitely strep but it has not spread to your lungs. A shot of penicillin will take care of it."

Bill sighed internally. He had been expecting this. He had collected enough sore throats that they actually considered tonsils surgery at one point. All most all of them had ended in the same place, with a very sore butt.

Dr. Taylor had started drawing up the thick white penicillin and had a rather large needle waiting to replace the one used to draw up the medicine. Amy's eyes bugged out. She hated shots and knew that those penicillin shots hurt. A lot. She suddenly felt bad about teasing her brother and wished she wasn't here to watch.

After Dr. Taylor finished getting the shot ready, Bill said, "That's heading for my butt isn't it?"

Dr. Taylor was genuinely sorry. "I'm afraid so. You wouldn't want it anywhere else. I'm sorry but this is going to hurt. But the more you can relax, the less it will hurt."

"Yeah, I've had these before." Bill said as he hopped off the exam table and turned around to face it. He took a deep breath and then let his boxers drop to the floor, modesty no longer his primary concern. He leaned over the table, putting as much of his weight on his chest as he could and tried to concentrate on his breathing.

"On ... On the right cheek please. " He said as he took the weight off his right leg.

Dr. Taylor stepped up to try and get it over quickly. She found her landmarks on the teen's muscular butt and started cleaning her target. Stretching the skin she said. "Take a deep breath and let it out. Big stick in 3 2 1. " And she darted the large needle into his glute. Bill gasped but remained still.

Bill felt Dr. Taylor's hand on his butt followed by the cold alcohol. After her warning he felt the sharp pain of the needle and let out a gasp. Then he heard her say, "Here comes the owie part." and felt the fire start spreading in his butt. He tried to stay still and silent as the fire spread further and further. He didn't think that he could take anymore when the fire stopped spreading and Dr. Taylor was putting a band-aid on his butt.

He felt her warm hand brush against his penis as she pulled his boxers up for him. "You took that very well Bill. You should be proud. You can have a seat and put your clothes back on when you feel up to it."

"Thank you, but oh did that hurt." Bill said as he slowly stood up while rubbing his butt.

Amy was amazed at how well Bill had taken that. She had a similar shot last year and it had left her in tears. Well, at least it wasn't me, she thought. She gave up her seat for Bill, thinking that they would be leaving shortly.

Dr. Taylor turned to Judy who was helping Bill get dressed. "Judy, you can let Bill sit for a few minutes after he gets dressed. In the mean time, I think that it might be a good idea to check out Amy. She looks a little peaked. If Bill has strep, she might have it too. If you are going on vacation, it's probably best to nip it in the bud if it is there. Or to at least check her out."

"Yes, I think that an exam would be a good thing for Amy." A good lesson she thought She had not been happy about how Amy was teasing Bill. A little embarrassment might teach her a lesson better than a lecture or a spanking.

Dr. Taylor, a mother herself, had clearly read the situation. "OK, Amy go ahead and get undressed down to your bra and panties and we will give you a good once over."

Amy was panicking a bit. This is not what she had intended at all. "But ... but... I'm not sick. and I can't undress, Bill is here."

"Nonsense.", Judy said with a firm MOM voice. "You didn't have a problem inviting yourself to Bill's exam. There is no reason he can't be here for your exam. And it's not like you haven't seen each other changing and such while camping. Or when the brush came out."

Amy got the clear message. And bra and panties wasn't any different from a swim suit. They are just trying to teach me a lesson for my teasing, Amy thought as she removed her jeans and shirt.

Dr. Amy took her out to be weighed and then put new paper on the exam table and directed her to sit as she reached for the blood pressure cuff.

"Mmm. Her blood pressure is down and her pulse is up and she does look a little clammy" Dr. Taylor thought. She had mostly intended this a lesson in manners, but the girl did look a little off. She felt the back of her neck and then her forehead. "A little warm." she thought. Maybe this girl is staring to get sick.

Amy's hope that this would go no further ended when she hear the phrase she had not had directed at her for years.

"OK Amy. Let's check your temperature. Pull down your panties and roll over." Dr. Taylor said as she prepared the thermometer.

Amy hesitates for a moment, but one look from Mom tells her that she has passed to point of no return. I guess the remark about the grown up thermometer went too far, she thought.

Amy lays down on her stomach and reaches back, carefully pushing her panties to down just to the bottom of her butt.

Dr. Taylor approached the girl, lubed thermometer in one hand. She is still annoyed at Amy for teasing her brother and hopes she takes the lesson to heart, but she is concerned that the girl may be coming down with something, so she is her patient now and her care must come before the lesson. Still she pushes the girl's panties farther down past her knees than is strictly necessary.

After spreading the girl's legs slightly, she places a hand on the girls left buttock and gently pushes it aside until she can see her anus. Placing the bulb on the target she pauses for a second and then gently pushes the thermometer in a couple of inches. She arranges the flat Taylor Binoc thermometer for the girl's comfort and then places her hand firmly across Amy's bottom, pressing the girl down like she does with her squirmier patients.

Amy blushes as Dr. Taylor pulls her panties down to her ankles and spreads her legs a bit. She is sure that everything is on display. Then she feels Dr. Taylor's warm hand push her bottom apart. She gives a little gasp as the thick Taylor Binoc thermometer enters her rectum. Then she feels the doctor's hand firmly grasp her bottom and push her down into the table, like she hasn't had to do since Amy was young. "Message received." Amy thought. "I was acting like a kid, so that is how she is treating me."

For a few minutes the doctor made small talk, asking about the upcoming trip. Then Amy felt a sucking feeling as Dr. Taylor removed the thermometer. This was followed by a quick pass with a tissue to remove excess lubricant.

"Go ahead and pull up for now."

Amy was quick to pull up her panties and sit up, trying to recover some dignity. She did notice the "for now" part.

"Well you have a fever too. 101.3. Not as high as your brother, but something is going on. Let's start up top." Dr. Taylor said, putting the thermometer away and grabbing a tongue depressor and an otoscope.

"Say ahh." She said and pushed Amy's tongue out the way. Her throat definitely wasn't as bad as Bill's, but it was a little red. And her nose was running a little bit.

She poked her otoscope into Amy's right ear. "That looks nice and healthy." she thought. Then she put it into Amy's left ear and Amy almost jumped off the table.

"Sorry about that, but your left ear is cherry red. It looks like is a good thing that you tagged along."

Amy was not so sure about that. She was afraid that she was going end up in the same position as her brother and she really did not like shots. Then she felt Dr. Taylor unhook her bra. "What?"

"Don't worry, I am just loosening it." Dr. Taylor said as she put on her stethoscope and slipped it under Amy's left breast, the bell slipping under her bra.

The doctor listened carefully to Amy's heart and lungs. She was happy to declare them "nice and clear".

"OK. Just need to check your lymph nodes and the exam will be done." Dr. Taylor said as she put her hands around Amy's neck. "They are a little swollen in your throat as to be expected."

Amy turned red as the doctor felt in her armpits and under her bra. She just hoped Bill was looking away for the next part.

"OK, lay back. I have to check the ones below and we will be done."

Amy laid down and closed her eyes as she felt the doctor spread her legs and reach into her panties. Then it was over.

"You can button your bra back up. You have the same infection, but it looks like it has mostly gone to your ear. Your throat is a little red, but that ear could be a night light. I'm going to give you a dose of penicillin and a prescription for some numbing ear drops and a decongestant."

"Penicillin pills?" Amy said hopefully.

"I'm afraid not. You are getting the same shot that Bill got." She didn't mention that it was a slightly larger dose. Amy had never been great with shots, she just hoped that she had gotten better in the last few years.

This had not gone the way she had expected. Nope. Nope. Nope. She didn't want a shot. Oh why had she tagged along? She was never going to tease Bill again.

Seeing the deer in the headlights look in her eyes, Dr. Taylor said "I think that you better lie down for this one honey." and helped her get into a face down position. Dr. Taylor slid Amy's panties all the way off and put them aside. And then went back for the shot she had prepared.

Seeing the huge, no good, horrible needle in Dr. Taylor's hand, Amy said a quite. "Nooo". Then she felt a presences on her other side and felt Bill take her hand.

"It will be OK. Just look at me and squeeze my hand. Just concentrate on breathing."

"OK" She said quietly as she felt her Mom's hands on her legs and the cold alcohol as Dr. Taylor cleaned a section of her glute.

"Point your toes in and try to relax. It will be over soon. Big stick in 3 2 1."

Suddenly, Amy felt a stabbing pain in left butt cheek as the needle went in. She gave a sharp "Eek!", but managed to hold still, focusing on breathing. In and out. As a pool of fire spead over her buttock, she squeezed Bill's hand let out a little grunt, but held still.

Then the fire stopped spreading. She felt the doctor wipe a spot on her tender bottom and apply a band-aid. It ached like the aftermath of Mom's hair brush, but it was not getting worse. Might even be getting better.

"All done. I know these are tough. It may not seem like it, but you did a good job holding still." Dr. Taylor said as she pulled Amy's panties back on. "Take your time sitting up."

"Thanks" she said. "And thank you, Bill. You helped me a lot. Even after I teased you. I'm sorry about that."

"Shucks, what's a brother for if not to lend a hand. And I will get you back for the teasing. When you least expect it." Bill said with a grin.

With that Amy started to get dressed.

Dr. Taylor rolled her eyes, "That's not quite the lesson ... Never mind, you two kids are OK. Judy, make sure that they get lots of fluids and rest the next couple of days and that they take their medicine and they should be OK to go on the trip. I will give you a script for a decongestant and the numbing ear drops for Amy. And you can give either one Tylenol if the fever bothers them or if the pain does. Just monitor the temperature my way and call me if either one spikes a fever. OK?"

"Sure, I will pick up a rectal thermometer for each of them at the pharmacy when I get the script."

"Good. Come on up front and I'll get my script pad. Bill and Amy, why don't you have a seat in the waiting room. Your mom and I may be a few minutes. And drink a cup of water from the cooler."

As Bill and Amy went back to the waiting room, they spotted Kate's next patient, their friend Jessica. As Bill went over to get them water, Amy went over to sit next to Jessica.

" What are you two doing here? Don't you go to Dr. Jones?" a clearly sick Jessica asked.

"Well, normally, but his office is closed today. He has been out sick for a while and doctors covering for him just do weekdays. Bill had a sore throat and Mom's old friends with Dr. Taylor. I made the mistake of tagging along and ...." She said rubbing her butt.

"Well if your are really sick, maybe it was a good thing." Jessica said.

"I guess. Probably. But my butt feels like it went two rounds with Mom's hairbrush and I'm pretty sure Mom agreed to check my temperature down there."

" I'm sure you'll sure you will some how survive it. Sadly, I think that my butt is gonna be feeling like yours soon. There seems to be something going around. Jade had it last week. Her throat was so bad, her mom had to give her her Tylenol through the back door."

"Well, I still feel a little like this is a bit of karma. I kind of tagged along and went into Bill's exam just so I could tease him. I went a little too far and well Mom and Dr. Taylor decided that I needed to be checked out too. I think that it was mostly to embarrass me and teach me a lesson but as it turns out, I was starting to get sick. I guess I have been feeling a little run down the last couple of days....." She trailed off.

"Wait a minute! You wormed your way into Bill's exam. Saw him get his temperature taken and get a shot and everything and used that to tease him? You're lucky they just decided on a little turn about is fair play embarrassment. It could have been a session with the hair brush."

Amy had the good grace to look shame faced. "I know. I know. I take things too far. I still love the dufus. And appartely he loves me more than I deserve. After all that teasing, I was pan icing over the shot and the big lug walks over, takes my hand and calms me down." Amy wipes her nose on her sleeve.

She looks up and Jessica and says, "He is right behind me isn't he."

"Yep! You're a pain in my butt and a trouble maker, but you are still my sister." Bill said handing her a paper cone filled with water.

"Well it looks like Dr. Taylor is coming for me. Hope your temporary return wasn't too bad."

"Might be less temporary than we thought. From what I overheard Dr. Jones has decided to retire." Bill said quietly.

At this point Dr. Taylor calls Jessie over and Mrs. Miller comes to collect Bill and Amy. "OK. Let's head to the pharmacy and then home." She says as she limps towards the car.

A couple of blocks away the pull into the parking lot of Rexalls and head on in. Mrs. Miller gives the prescription to the pharmacist who says it will be about 15 minutes. "That's fine. Can you point me to the thermometers? I need to get a couple of rectal thermometers and a suitable lubricant."

"Mom! You don't have to tell the whole store." Amy whines.

"Amy, the pharmacist doesn't care how your temperature is taken." Mom says.

"So true. And lots of Dr. Taylor's patients get rectal temperatures at home. Alie 3. We are having a two for one said on the nicer brand. And there is Vaseline and KY Jelly next to the thermometers. Either will do." The pharmacist said with a smile.

Later that day, Amy is laying in bed, doing a little reading when her mother knocks on the bedroom door and comes in carrying a tray with various supplies on it. Amy notices the pot of Vaseline on the tray. "Mommmm! Do we have to do it that way?"

"Yes, we are. At least for this illness. I told Kate that we would do it her way and that's what we are going to do. And don't give me any argument about being too old, not after your behavior today. Now, let me give you ear drops and then I'll check your temperature." Mrs. Miller said firmly. She was not pleased with Amy's behavior today.

Knowing that she was not going to when this argument, Amy put her book aside and laid on her side. pushing her hair away from her ear. Her mother handed her the dropper filled with the numbing medicine. She had to admit that the numbing ear drops were welcome even if what came next wasn't.

Shaking down the new rectal thermometer, Mrs. Miller tells Amy to "Slip out of your bottoms and roll over." She then dipps the thermometer into a pot of Vaseline labeled "For Rectal Thermometers ONLY".

"Do we have to do it this way?"

"Yes, we do. Dr. Taylor asked me to do it this way and that is how we are going to do it. Don't worry, it's just for this illness. We'll go back to oral thermometers next time. But I am keeping the rectal thermometers around in case they are necessary at some point in the future." Mrs Miller says. She had given away their old rectal thermometers to a couple of new mothers a couple of years ago.

Sighing, Amy unbuttons her jeans and slides them down and off. Her panties follow, leaving the senior nude from the waist down. It's been a few years since Mom took her temperature rectally, but Amy remembered that she always pulled her bottoms all way off. Eyeing the goo coated thermometer in her Mom's hand, she rolls over and lays face down.

Mrs. Miller sat on the edge of the bed and parted Amy's buttocks. Amy felt the cold thermometer pushed into her rectum and then felt her mother's hand resting across her bottom. Amy was annoyed, but it felt strangely comforting, not that she would admit that. Still she wouldn't have to put up with it for more than a couple of more days.

After a moment of comfortable silence, Mrs. Miller spoke up. "Amy, I was talking to Dr. Taylor and it looks like Dr. Jones has decided to retire and close his practice. There have been a couple of other GPs retiring in the past couple months and, accourding to Kate, they are scrambling to find doctors to take on his patients."

"But, where will I go? I was supposed to have my college physical in couple of months?" Amy asked.

Mrs. Miller paused to pull out the thermometer and read it. While cleaning it she said, "Well Dr. Taylor offered to take you and your brother back as patients, at least until you turn 21 or finish your schooling. You may not like it, but your father and I have decided to take her up on her offer."

Sitting up, "But Mommmm! She's a baby doctor. I'm 18, I can't go to her."

"Nonsense. Kate see a number of patients your age and older. Your friend Jessie is one of them. And you don't have a lot of choices. Most of the GPs in the area are filled up and they are prioritizing their open spots for people over 21 who don't have other options."

"You are still living under our roof and are under our insurance. The decision has been made young lady. Maybe in a year there will be a new GP or two in town and we can reconsider then, but for now you and your brother will be Dr. Taylor's patients again. Now get some rest." Mrs. Miller said firmly.

After her Mom left, Amy noticed the rectal thermometer and Vaseline left on her nightstand as she contemplated her return to Dr. Taylor. "I'll never tease my brother again." She thought glumly.