In the past year, Julie's somewhat boring life had taken a turn for the better. She had met a wonderful man, a few years her senior, who seemed settled and successful, and she adored him. She was only 22 years old, but had a mature outlook on life and knew they would be a good fit. They had just recently gotten engaged and were beginning to plan their wedding when she got an offer for a new job that would almost double her current salary. Chip, her fiancee, was as excited as she was about the prospects of their future, and felt they would enjoy financial security from the start, very important for a new couple. Julie had been a little surprised when she went for her interview by a requirement that she report for a physical. She had easily qualified for the position, but had always been nervous when it came to medical procedures, and had developed a distinct dislike for them when she'd had to take what she considered far too many shots for high school. All that said, she couldn't afford to turn down this promising career to avoid undergoing a physical, and she hoped it would be very basic and very quick.

The appointment was originally scheduled for a morning, but Julie felt, since there was a late afternoon/early evening option, it might be easier to choose that. Besides, she reasoned by the end of a long day the examiner, whomever it might be, would be ready to rush through it and go home. She happened to be off the day she was to report to the clinic on the far end of town, and had been nervous about the appointment from the time she got up, which she hadn't counted on. As she showered and got ready, she kept telling herself she was getting worked up over nothing and that it would probably be a simple ordeal. Out of habit, she sprayed on her best cologne, then thought that had probably been a waste as she pulled on her underwear with some jeans, a white tank top, and a loose front placket blouse over it. She brushed her medium length brown hair and put on the necklace Chip had gotten her last Christmas, then pulled on some ankle-high socks and white tennis shoes. It was almost 5:30 and her appointment was at 6:00, so she took up her purse and headed out the door.

When she arrived at the clinic, she noticed there were only two cars in the parking lot, which was fine with her. The fewer people, the better. She pulled up to the front and locked her vehicle, entering the waiting area. No one was at the receptionist's desk, so she stepped up and signed herself in on the clipboard that was lying beside the telephone. The scent of the office, with its subtle chemical odor, brought butterflies to her stomach as she nervously sat down and began flipping through a nearby magazine, uninterested as she was. As she sat there, she thought she heard a very faint cry from back in the examination section, but wasn't sure. Even so, it didn't help to quell the anxiousness that was building. Within a few minutes, she heard a door and glanced up to see a statuesque blonde lady, probably in her early 40's, exiting with a smile. She was followed by a very nice looking and surprisingly young doctor, with whom she seemed be flirting. They had been laughing about something, but quickly stopped when they noticed her sitting there. The blonde thanked the doctor as he followed her to the door and let her out, smiling briefly over at Julie.

"I'm Dr. Reynolds, and you must be Miss Luttrell."

"Yes", Julie answered.

"Well, we may have a problem. I know you're here for a pre-employment physical, but my assistant had to leave early so we may need to reschedule."

Julie thought to herself there was no way she wanted to have to worry about this for another week or possibly more.

The doctor continued, "I can go on and perform your exam by myself if you like, but will understand if you'd rather wait to have a female present."

She only paused a moment. "I'd really rather get this over with."

"I understand, I just want you to be comfortable."

Julie thought to herself that would be out of the question, but smiled and replied, "If you can go on and do it tonight, it's fine with me." She lied, it wasn't fine at all, but it was required so what could she do?

"Alright then, you can step back this way with me." As she rose, she noticed he was still at the entrance, and shot him an uncertain look as he locked the door, turning back to her. "Since we'll be the only ones here, I'll have to lock up. We don't want any unexpected visitors, do we?"

She laughed nervously and followed him back through the corridor of exam and procedural rooms. He led her into a small preliminary room with a standard exam table, an eye chart, a small cabinet, a set of scales, a blood collection chair, and the usual medical equipment. "Just have a seat there in the chair, I need to ask a few questions", he directed as he took a clipboard off the cabinet. She sat down and sighed as he took up a pen.

"I'm assuming there are no issues with your health we need to address?"

"No, not at all", she said, almost defensively, hoping to avoid any extra prodding she might face if she did mention anything in particular.

"I looked over the forms your employer had you fill out, and we also obtained copies of your records from your regular physician, so we could see what we'd need to cover tonight." Julie didn't like the sound of that. He went on, "Are you at all familiar with our program?"

"Program?" she thought to herself, then said, "No, I just thought this was a basic check-up."

He paused briefly, then proceeded. "The insurer who handles the healthcare for your new employer requires a complete and current medical record, as well as an update on all recommended requisites. We're just establishing a baseline to assure you're in good shape. There's nothing to worry about, as the company covers the cost completely."

Julie thought to herself that the cost wasn't what she was worried about.

Dr. Reynolds glanced at the clipboard again. "We'll give you a good look over and run a few routine tests, it won't be too bad." He smiled as another sense of butterflies rose in her stomach, laying the clipboard back on the cabinet and preparing a tray. Her view was blocked as he spoke over his shoulder. "You can go on and slip off your outer shirt and hang it on the rack with your purse. Oh, and remove any jewelry so it isn't in the way."

Sighing again, Julie rose from the chair and slipped off her blouse. The tank top was a little revealing and her cleavage was quite noticeable, something she hadn't thought about when she dressed. She hung it on the rack with her purse and removed her necklace, her watch, and her rings, slipping them in an inside purse pocket as she wondered how anything aside from the necklace could get in the way. The anxiety was building inside her as she finished and Dr. Reynolds turned back and motioned to the chair.

"You can sit back down." As she did, he took out a thermometer and moved it to her mouth. "Let's slip this under your tongue for a minute, I want to get an oral temperature." She allowed him to slide the thermometer under her tongue, watching as he turned back to the cabinet and covered the tray with a white cloth, then reached for the thermometer as it beeped, indicating the measurement was complete. He marked a normal reading of 98.4 in her chart, then pulled a stool over and faced her, setting the covered tray on the smaller metal cabinet by the chair. "We'll start with a blood test."

A tinge of fear shot through her. "Blood test?"

The doctor pulled the covering back and took out a constriction band as he gently pulled her right arm out across the armrest extension, tying it above her elbow. "It's just standard procedure, Miss Luttrell, nothing to worry about."

She forced a slight laugh as he took up a small bottle of alcohol and tipped it up on a cotton swab, filling the air with the pungent odor. "I really hate needles."

He laughed and said, "Make a fist for me", as he massaged over her vein and lightly tapped it with his fingers, adding, "Don't worry, I'll be gentle." He swabbed off her arm, taking up a syringe and baring the needle as he moved it toward her. She looked away and gripped the opposite armrest, squinting as he punctured her skin and she felt it enter her vein. The blood rushed into the syringe as he placed the swab over the puncture site and withdrew the needle, folding her arm back to hold it in place. "Just keep your arm back like that for a moment." He rose and sealed the sample, placing it in the refrigerator, then pulled out a band-aid and went back, pulling her arm down and tossing the swab into the nearby waste can as he placed the band-aid over her vein.

He sat back down on the stool and took out a thin syringe with a small amount of serum, again pulling her arm across the rest as she asked, "Now what?"

"It's just a skin test", he replied as he prepped a fresh alcohol swab and cleaned off her forearm area. She said nothing, but winced again as the short needle punctured her skin and she felt the slight sting of the serum. As he withdrew the needle and blotted off the wound, he said, "You'll have to come by in a few days so we can read that. I'm sure it's fine, but we have to check." He again rose from the stool, placing the tray back on the cabinet and marking the blood test and TB test in her chart, then taking out a specimen cup and handing it over to her. "Take this across the hall to the restroom and let your urine pass in it, please."

Taking the cup, she rose and exited the preliminary room, wondering exactly just what else she was in for. As she lowered her jeans and panties and peed in the cup, she still hoped the hard part was over and the rest would be little more than the quick exams she'd had as she was growing up. She carefully cleaned herself and fixed her clothes, moving back across the hall as Dr. Reynolds was straightening things up. He smiled and took the specimen from her. "Thank you, Miss Luttrell, you can hop up on the table facing the eye chart." She moved over and got on the table as he dropped a chem strip into the cup, then had her read through a few rows of letters while covering each eye and marking more notes in her chart. He couldn't help noticing the way her breasts rose and fell as she read off the letters, and thought she had a fine, firm body. Her light complexion complemented her hair and dark hazel eyes. As it turned out, he didn't mind having to stay late tonight. He checked the chem strip and marked "normal" on the chart for her urine analysis. "You can hop down now, and move over to the scales." She did as told as he gently took her arm and led her over as she stepped up on the platform and he adjusted the balance. "110 pounds, just what I would have guessed."

"I'm trying to lose some", she said as he marked her weight in the chart.

"Nonsense, that's just right for you. Now let's get your height." He pressed at her back. "Move up a step, keep your feet flat." She took a step forward as he lowered the measuring device and pronounced, "Five feet, one inch", as he collapsed it and Julie stepped back down, watching him fill in her height. She wasn't a skinny young lady, but she wasn't really overweight, just a bit on the full side. Still, it looked good on her, and she seemed to be in excellent shape.

"Are we through?", she asked hopefully, smiling slightly.

The doctor laughed. "Not quite. This was just the preliminary, we'll need to move down the hall and continue." Taking the clipboard with her chart, he headed out the door as she followed.

"What about my stuff?" she asked.

"It'll be fine here, we'll be back later." He led her further down to an examination suite, holding the door as she reluctantly entered, glancing nervously around at the equipment. There was a central exam table with a cabinet against one wall, and the usual exam light, waste can, a chair, scales, and a small restroom at the end. "Go ahead and hop up on the table facing this way", he said as he set the clipboard on the cabinet and took up a stethoscope, facing Julie as she got into position and let out another nervous sigh. "You seem a little agitated, are you nervous?" he asked as he put the stethoscope in his ears and moved the bell to her chest, resting his left hand on her right shoulder.

"A little, I guess", she replied as she felt the cool metal pressed to her warm skin, just above her left breast.

"Just relax and breathe normally", he said, moving the bell to the center between her breasts, then to various points as he had her inhale and exhale. He told her to lean forward as he moved the bell to her back, again moving it around and having her inhale, then exhale. He finished, replacing the stethoscope on the cabinet and taking up a blood pressure cuff, pulling out her left arm and attaching it above her elbow, inflating it as she felt it tighten rapidly, finding it uncomfortable as she squinted some. He adjusted the pressure, getting a reading and releasing and removing the cuff, putting it back on the cabinet and marking her blood pressure in the chart. "You really are nervous, aren't you?" he asked as he turned back to her and took her right arm, checking her pulse rate.

"Yeah, I'm not crazy about doctors."

He released her arm, teasingly asking, "Should I take that personally?" as he recorded her pulse rate.

Julie laughed, "No, I just don't like having to have stuff like this done."

"Fair enough", he said as he opened a drawer and took something out, and she heard him tearing paper. Her view was blocked again, so she didn't see the hypodermic needle he was getting ready to prepare as he opened the top cabinet door and took out a vial of serum, uncapping the needle and drawing 1.5 cc's of a mild sedative into the barrel. As he worked, he said, "I know this seems like an ordeal, and you may even consider it unnecessary, but it's good to know your health is what it should be, isn't it?"

Watching his back uncertainly, wondering what he was doing, she replied, "I guess so, but I didn't have to have anything like this for any of my other jobs." Her heart sank as she caught a glimpse of the hypo as he recapped the needle and placed it on the cabinet, a sudden tinge of dread shooting through her. Taking a fresh cotton swab from a jar and turning a bottle of alcohol up against it, he said, "I'm going to give you something to help you relax before we go on."

Julie couldn't help protesting, almost as a reaction, as she insisted, "I'm not THAT nervous!"

Dr. Reynolds took up the hypo and stepped up to her with the swab in hand, trying to reassure her. "We have to make sure your vital signs are within a normal range, Miss Luttrell. This is just a mild sedative." Julie suddenly felt flushed, rolling her eyes impatiently as he took her left arm, grasping the upper part as she very apprehensively allowed him to blot off just below her shoulder He set the swab on the edge of the table beside her and uncapped the needle as he moved it into position. "Keep your arm relaxed, now..." he said as he jabbed the needle into her flesh and she jolted slightly, again wincing as she felt the sting of the sedative as he dropped the syringe's plunger and it entered her muscle.

"MMMmmm!" she grunted as he finished injecting the serum and withdrew the needle, pressing the alcohol swab to the puncture site.

"Are you alright?", he asked as he recapped the needle and dropped it, along with the swab, into the hazardous waste receptacle.

"Yeah", she replied unhappily, "that hurt some."

The doctor marked the injection in her chart. "It'll ease up shortly once the serum is absorbed. You'll need to get undressed, now."

Even though she was afraid things would go this way, Julie was still a little shocked when she heard it, and was very uncomfortable with the situation. "Undressed?", she repeated.

The young doctor smiled again. "Well, I can't very well examine you with your clothes on, can I?" He moved toward the door. "I'll step out while you get ready. You can lay your things in the chair, there."

"Do I need to put on a gown?"

He glanced back as he exited. "Just strip down to your bra and panties for now, and wait on the table." Before she could say anything else, he closed the door behind him. She exhaled nervously, carefully rubbing her sore arm as she slipped off the table and started pulling off her tank top, then unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans as she sat down and unlaced her shoes, pulling them off as she peeled off her socks and stuck them inside, setting them aside. She stood and slid her jeans off, laying them in the chair and moving back over to the table, getting on it and wondering what Chip would think about her sitting here in her underwear while this very nice looking young doctor examined her. She also found herself wondering just what this examination would entail, and it wasn't making her feel more at ease. Would he do a quick once-over, or would he have to do a breast exam and maybe even an internal? She'd never had to undergo anything like this except when she went on birth control, and that was with a female gynecologist. She felt embarrassed, even a little humiliated, that she was being required to submit to this unwelcome invasion of her privacy in order to get a job she was clearly qualified for.

Her mental musings were interrupted by the sharp sound of the exam room door opening, as Dr. Reynolds returned, pulling the door closed behind him. "All ready?" he asked.

"If you call this ready", she replied, clearly not pleased with the situation. He couldn't help noticing what a great little body she had, as she sat there in her white bra and panties. Her full breasts rose and fell with every nervous breath, and the pale tone of her well-formed limbs were complimented by the stark white of her underwear. She even had pretty little feet, something he always noticed on a woman.

"Are you feeling a little more at ease?" he asked, moving to the cabinet and checking her exam itinerary.

Afraid to say no, I'm terrified, she said, "I think so." She watched as he took the stethoscope back off the cabinet and slipped in the earpieces, moving the bell to her chest again and resting his free hand on her shoulder.

"Let's see..." he said as he pressed it against her chest, getting a good whiff of her cologne and liking it. "Breathe normally..." He moved the bell to different points. "Now inhale... hold it... and exhale... hold it." He moved it to her back, brushing her hair aside. "Normal breaths, now... and inhale... exhale... inhale and hold... exhale and hold... I think you're fine for now." He released her, placing the stethoscope back on the cabinet and again checking her pulse rate at her right wrist, then squatting down and checking at her left ankle, rising and recording her vitals after the sedative had time to take effect. He could tell she was still very jittery, but thought he'd see how she did a bit before deciding if another sedative might be in order. He pulled a tray of tools over by them as she nervously glanced at it, flicking on the exam light over the table and taking up a penlight, checking her eyes as she sat there self-consciously, then took up a tongue depressor and moved it to her lips. "Open up..." he said as he pressed her tongue down and shined the light into her mouth. "Say ahh", he directed as she followed his instructions. He then removed the wooden depressor, dropping it in the waste can and replacing the penlight. He took out an otoscope, flicking on its' light and gently bracing her head, as he slipped it just inside her right ear. She started slightly as it caused chill bumps to rise on her arms, but said nothing as he moved it to her left ear, again feeling a slight tickling as it entered her ear canal. Replacing the otoscope, he took a metal nasal speculum from the tray, tilting her head back as he inserted it and she felt her right nostril stretched as he opened it and checked her sinus cavity, moving to the left nostril and doing the same. Replacing the nasal speculum, he moved his fingers to her neck, pressing and checking her lymph glands and feeling around her throat. He marked more notes in her chart, then turned back and gently pulled out her right arm, feeling from her wrist up to her elbow, then on up to her shoulder, checking the joints and tissue as he bent it at the joints and palpated, checking her muscles and veins, then doing the same on her left arm.

"Okay Miss Luttrell, you can lie back for a bit", he said as he pulled the calf rest extension out at the end of the table, popping it into place and lifted on her ankles, positioning her legs as she laid back, again exhaling nervously. "Just keep your arms at your sides." He began gently squeezing and palpating her right foot, as he had on her arms, checking for any tenderness or abnormal masses. He moved up her calf, lifting and bending her leg at her knee, then letting it down as he moved up her thigh. She stared up at the ceiling, thinking Chip would have a fit at the thought of this strange man feeling all over her body, as if she were some object for him to inspect. Then it hit her, that was pretty much the case. She felt him move to her left foot and start the process over as he worked his way up her leg, lifting, bending, and squeezing. She was a little surprised when, as he had her thigh bent to the outside of the table and was pressing around the joint, she felt a sudden surge of arousal. Maybe he got too close to her private area, but she felt it clearly, though she didn't dare say a word about it. Was that normal? She'd never undergone anything like this before, so she had no idea of what to expect, or what was routine.

Dr. Reynolds again lifted on Julie's right leg, at her ankle, raising it as far up as he could. "Tell me when you feel a pulling sensation."

It only took a second to feel her muscles being tugged from behind. "Now", she said as he lowered her leg and then raised the left one the same way and she felt the tugging. "Now", she repeated as he lowered her leg and turned back to the cabinet, marking more notes. He took up the stethoscope again, moving over her and adjusting the exam light down toward her torso as he slipped the earpieces in and placed the bell on her stomach. She felt its' cool touch again as he carefully listened to her internal sounds, moving it to various points and having her inhale and exhale. He pulled her panties down some, baring her lower abdomen as she started slightly, surprised by the unexpected move, but managing to act nonchalant and keeping her arms at her sides. He pressed the bell into her belly, checking her bowel sounds, then replaced the stethoscope and recorded his impressions in her chart. He moved back over her, and gently began palpating her stomach and abdominal areas as she again started slightly.

"Did that hurt?" he asked.

"No", she responded, "I'm just real ticklish."

The doctor laughed slightly. "I get that a lot, just try to hold still", he said as he continued. She did her best to remain still, though she did jump a bit when he got near a ticklish spot, and when he moved his thumbs in at each of her sides and squeezed, she jolted.

"OH!" Julie exclaimed as she twisted slightly on the table.

"You are ticklish!" he said, adding, "Sorry."

"It's okay", she said uncertainly as he released her and marked more notes in her chart. Turning back to her, he said, "I'm just going to check your pulses now", as he tilted her head to each side and placed his fingers on her jugular vein and checked her carotid arteries. He checked her brachial and radial pulses at each wrist and the insides of her elbows, then checked her apical artery over her heart, placing his fingers between her breasts. He could tell she was not comfortable with the exam, but having an attractive young lady like this feeling obliged to cooperate wasn't a bad way to make a living. He continued, moving to her pelvic region as he checked her right femoral artery, then her left, sliding his fingers beneath her panties slightly to find the right place. Julie let out a shaky sigh as she felt him touching her there. The doctor moved to her legs, lifting at her right knee as he slipped his fingers behind it, checking the popiteal artery, then checking behind her left knee. He finally moved down and checked the tibial pulses at the back of her ankles and the dorsalis pedis at the tops of her feet, turning back to the cabinet and making more notes in her chart. She was starting to feel like a car on a mechanic's rack, having all her lines and fluids checked. The thought seemed funny and it almost made her smile a little, but Dr. Reynolds broke the silence. "Turn over on your stomach now, Miss Luttrell."

She rolled over, re-positioning herself as she tried to get as comfortable as she could manage. She had her arms folded up under her head, half expecting him to tell her to move them to her sides, but he didn't, at least not yet. Instead, he stepped over her, brushing her hair aside and unfastening her bra. "We'll need to open this for a few minutes." She didn't say anything, allowing him to do his thing and wondering whether he was secretly enjoying putting his hands all over her almost naked body, or if he was so accustomed to the mechanics of his profession that he just didn't care. The odd part was she wasn't really sure which way she would prefer it. He checked her back, running his fingers down her spinal column and pulling her panties down a little in the back as he checked her tailbone. He pressed around at various points, then moved down to her legs, checking her left ankle and squeezing and palpating the back of her leg, working up as he checked the muscles of her calf, behind her knee, and on up her thigh. She had muscular legs, well defined, and he liked that. As he moved to her right ankle and began working up that leg, he had to envy whomever was climbing into bed with her. He knew someone was because he'd seen she was on birth control when he reviewed her medical history. He finished checking her right leg and noted another "normal" in her chart.

"You can sit back up, Miss Luttrell." She exhaled again, growing weary of all the poking, but doing as asked. The doctor took up a reflex hammer and reached for her right wrist, tapping above her wrist, then up near her elbow. He moved to her left arm, doing the same as she watched, then rested his left hand just above her right knee. "Relax your legs." He tapped at her tendon as her leg popped out slightly, moving to her left knee and checking there, noticing how soft her skin felt. He reversed the hammer and again squatted down by her feet, grasping her right ankle and firmly scraping the sharp end of the handle from her heel to her toes as she started sharply and involuntarily yanked her ankle back.

"OHhh!" she exclaimed, not sure whether the maneuver had hurt or tickled. He moved to her left foot, grasping her ankle and positioning the hammer's handle tip there.

"Respond naturally" he said, as if he had to, again scraping firmly up her sole as she started and tried to tug her ankle backward.

"AHh!"

"Sorry, I have to check. I know this can be a little discomforting," he said as he stood and gently ran the edge of the hammer down the side of her right thigh. "Do you feel that okay?"

"Yes."

He ran it down her left thigh. "And here?"

"Yes."

He ran it down each of her outer outer calves, checking her nerves, again returning to the cabinet and noting "normal" in her chart. Julie sat watching, wondering what would be next, as she realized her bra was still unfastened in the back. Dr. Reynolds turned back to her, smiling. "So far, so good. Want to slip off the table, now?" She slid her rear to the edge of the table, then dropped down to the floor, the tile feeling cool on her bare feet, as he pulled the stool over some and took a seat with the clipboard and her forms in hand. "I need to record your gait and station and check your range of motion real quickly. Just walk across the room in your normal stride, then walk back this way." Sighing again, Julie did as told, feeling his eyes on her body, watching the way she carried herself and analyzing each step she took. It made her feel a little resentful, as if she were being judged to determine whether or not she fit into the "normal" category.

The young doctor, try as he may, couldn't help following the pleasing curves of her youthful body, noting the way her pale, well-toned skin was reflected in the stark clinical lighting of the exam room, and the tight build of her shapely arms and legs. She reached the end of the room and turned, moving back toward him, noticing his eyes scanning her from head to toe. "Okay Julie, that's fine", he said as he made notations, "stay where you are and raise your arms straight above your head." She followed his instructions, feeling more than a little self-conscious as she stood there in her underwear while he sat fully clothed, staring at her. "Now lower your arms and extend your right leg, balancing on the left... and reverse... good." He went through the standard ROM directives, having her take various positions and making sure her coordination, balance, and perception were all intact. Finally, he had her close her eyes and touch her nose with her outstretched arms, bending only at the elbows.

"Very good", he remarked, rising from the stool and pushing it back in place. "Come over this way, please... bend down and get as close to touching your toes as you can." As she bent down, he again ran his fingers down her spine, checking the alignment. "Okay", he said as she straightened up, watching him put the clipboard back on the cabinet and make another note in her chart. "You can get back on the table." She resumed her place. "We're going to do a little exercise now, so I can listen to your heart after some exertion." She watched him take a long strap from one of the lower drawers in the cabinet, feeling very uncertain as he stepped back in front of her and again lifted on her ankles. "Lie back for me", he instructed as she very reluctantly did so as he positioned her legs and slipped the strap through the open space between the cushioned top of the table and the metal support frame, then pulling it across her calves and fastening it.

Another tinge of fear shot through the pit of her stomach as she asked in a somewhat unsure and alarmed voice, "You're not strapping me down, are you?"

Dr. Reynolds laughed slightly as he tightened the strap and Julie felt her legs pulled snugly down against the table. "This is just to give you leverage, I want you to do some sit-ups for me." She felt relieved, but this all still seemed more than a little weird. "Now, lie all the way back. When I tell you, raise up and try to touch your toes, then lie back again and repeat the action until I say stop. Do you understand?"

"Yeah, I understand", she replied a little impatiently.

Taking up the stethoscope and placing the earpieces around his neck, he said, "And go." Julie rose from her waist up, bending forward as she had to stretch some to reach her toes, then laid back as he watched her stomach muscles tighten as she rose again. By the third time, her bra was beginning to slip off one shoulder, but neither of them said anything as she continued the exercise. By the fifth sit-up, her bra was off both shoulders and her right breast was starting to slip out of the cup. She glanced at the doctor briefly, but at that point he had his eyes on the chart, so she continued. On the tenth one, he said, "That will do", catching a quick eyeful of her right breast before she quickly pulled her bra back in place and rested on her elbows. "You can sit up again", he said as she rose up some more, bracing herself as she leaned on her arms and he slipped the earpieces in his ears and moved the stethoscope bell to her chest, once more resting his free hand on her shoulder. She was only a little out of breath as he moved the bell around, then switched it to her back, listening to the more rapid heart rate as her breathing began to return to normal. "Very good", he said as he turned back to the cabinet, replacing the stethoscope and recording her heart rate after exertion. He stepped over and released the strap from her lower legs, pulling it out and putting it back in the cabinet drawer as Julie glanced at the pressure marks it left on her skin.

TO BE CONTINUED...