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Dr. J., Doctor of Gynecology

Jesse

This is a ten part book. The stories are not in the correct order as written in the library. If you wish to read them in order, please read: "Jesse", "Jesse Again", "For Jesse", "Jesse and Me", "My Jesse", "My Jesse, Part 2", "Jesse and Jen", "Jesse, Jen and Love", "Refocus", and "Refocus Part 2". Thank you.

I never knew exactly what field of medicine I really wanted to get into, but I was always very interested in women's health issues, primarily due to all of the wonderful, strong women role models I had been priviledged to have in my life. I had been practicing gynecology for almost twelve years. Dedicated most of that time to my profession and patients. Did my obligatory stints in the Rotarian's and as guest speaker at various conferences. Helped fund raise and establish two new women's clinics in my state; one for inner city, low income women. The time had gone very quickly. I had a steady date for all the social events that required my attendance. Roger. He was very nice, had the perfect tux and could actually dance without stepping on my feet. And including my big black lab, Bono, I thought my life was perfect. Then one day, I walked into my first exam room and met Jesse. She was 5'6", medium build, about 33, obviously athletic, short brown hair, and not getting along to well each month with her cycle. My nurse, Lindy, had already gotten all of her vital statistics and left me a couple of notes on Jesse's complaint. She had been struggling a little more each year, but was getting nowhere with her usual GP. I listened carefully to her description of her stress and discomfort, and decided I would need to do a thorough pelvic exam. I instructed her to undress completely from the waist down, use the drape on the exam table, and I would be back in a few minutes. I had done this same thing thousands of times before, but this time, something felt different.

I paused for a moment at the door, knocked softly, waited for her yes in reply, and entered. I did my regular instructions and she layed back on the table as I guided her legs onto the leg rests, washed my hands, pulled out a pair of blue exam gloves, and rolled the stool to the end of the table. I lightly touched the inside of her thigh, and using the thumbs and index fingers on my hands, I spread her labia. I examined her externally, questioning her as I went, and noticed that she was slightly wet. This was not a new occurrence as it happened fairly frequently when ladies were in this position. But something about Jesse made me feel a slight dampness beginning between my own legs. I inserted my fingers in her vagina to carefully check the glands, and then decided a little lube would be a good idea before I went deeper. I stood, looked at her face and told her she would no doubt feel some pressure now. She smiled and nodded, and I slowly entered her. My fingers felt her tightness. The soft sides, firm pelvic floor, full g-spot and roof of her vagina. As I pushed down on her abdomen, I could feel a firmly developed cervix and uterus. She winced slightly as I went deeper to examine her ovaries. "Sorry, Jesse.", but she just smiled and nodded again. I slowly started to withdraw my fingers, still feeling and examining her inside as I did. A wave of guilt came over me. I didn't want to take my fingers out of her. I looked at her face again and could swear she wanted me to stay there too. I completed that part of the exam, however, and told her I would finish with a recto-vaginal exam though, which was usually my habit for a new patient. Stripping off my gloves, I pulled out the extension end of the table, helped her straighten her legs and covered her to just above her mons with the sheet. I lightly palpated her lower abdomen and asked her more about her pain. She touched her belly to show me where it was most intense, and I placed my hand by hers.

I pushed in the end of the table and helped her sit up. We talked briefly since I was aware she may be uncomfortable in the sheet. But I wrote her a prescription that I hoped would make her more comfortable at that time of month when she experienced "The joys of womanhood." I really did hope she would feel better, but I also hoped I would have the opportunity to see her again.

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