Once again, Devin took Carrie's wrists and pulled her hands away from her face. "I'm going to need you to scoot your bottom to the very edge of the bed," he said, "and lie back with your feet on the chairs. You can put a pillow under your head if it's more comfortable." Nothing could make this comfortable, but she opted for the pillow anyway. Devin put on a pair of exam gloves while she got into position. She was sure the fear was showing on her face now, and suddenly she was no longer interested in hiding it. He looked up at her, and seemed to recognize it, but said nothing about it. "Okay, Carrie, I know you don't want to, but I need you to pull the blanket up to your knees now." Somehow, his voice showed empathy but still conveyed that he was in charge. She slowly pulled on the blanket until it was just over her knees. For the first time since he had scolded her, she looked him in the eyes. "Would you like it pushed down in the middle so you can see what I'm doing?" he asked. She nodded. He gathered the center of the blanket on her abdomen, leaving her knees and thighs covered. "Okay, slide toward me a little bit more," he instructed, "so that it almost feels like you might fall off." She hesitated. "Come on, Carrie, I won't let you fall." He placed his hands on her hips and assisted as she slid just off the edge of the bed. "Okay, that's good."

He adjusted the position and height of the desk chair. "You're going to feel my hands on your legs," he said. He pressed against her inner thighs. "Relax and let your legs fall all the way open." She blushed as she hesitantly spread her legs. "All the way," he said, "that's it. Okay. I'm just going to look at the outside first. You're going to feel my fingers touching you." She nodded. She flinched as she felt his fingers spread her outer labia. "Just relax," he said. She tried to breathe slowly and deeply. He meticulously slid his fingers up and down her outer lips, squeezing and palpating, then parted the inner lips and did the same. "Now I'm just going to insert one finger," he said. "It shouldn't be painful, but tell me if it is." As his finger went in, she squeezed her eyes shut. She couldn't believe she was lying here with her teenhood crush's finger in her vagina. "Does it hurt, Carrie?" he asked. She shook her head no. "Okay, good." She could feel him twist and turn his finger, pressing against her vaginal walls in each direction. "Any pain?"

"No," she replied softly.

"Okay." He withdrew his finger, and turning to the desk, uncovered the mystery instruments. She immediately recognized the vaginal speculum, despite never having had one used on her before. She let out a whimper when he picked it up. "It's all right," he said. "I'm going to use this to take a look inside. You'll be fine." He lubricated the speculum, then looked up at her. "You'll feel my fingers first." He inserted two fingers slightly, pressing down to create an opening for the speculum. "Here it comes." She flinched slightly at the touch of the cold metal. "Relax," he said. He inserted the speculum slowly until it wouldn't go any further. "Now I'm going to open it." She trembled. "Just relax, Carrie," he said. He slowly and steadily squeezed the speculum open. She gasped as she felt herself stretched wider than ever before. "I know, hon," he said. "You're okay." Those words sent an odd shiver down her spine. What was that about?

With the speculum fully open and locked. Devin shone a light on her and peered inside. She wasn't sure she could possibly ever feel more humiliated. He reached for some more instruments from the desk. "I'm going to take some cells from your cervix for the Pap test," he told her. "You won't feel anything except maybe some cramping." He inserted the swab through the speculum, and she felt an odd twitching sensation as he collected the sample. "Okay, we're going to remove the speculum now." He slowly withdrew it, keeping it open until it was out.

"Almost done, Carrie," he said. "You're doing fine." She watched him as he applied some lubricant to two of his fingers, then turned to face her again. "Okay, now I'm going to insert two fingers while I feel your abdomen with my other hand. It will be a little uncomfortable, but shouldn't really hurt. Make sure you tell me if it does." She nodded to him.

She felt him gently spread her open again, then slide his fingers in. Suddenly, she felt the butterflies again. She realized she was becoming aroused, and this mortified her. She prayed he couldn't tell. How had she gone from being petrified to have him touch her, to this? As he began to press deeply into her belly with his other hand, the feelings of arousal only intensified. She couldn't help gasping.

"Does that hurt?" Devin asked. She couldn't look at him. She closed her eyes and quickly shook her head no. "Okay. We'll be done in just a minute." She prayed for it to end without her embarrassing herself.

Finally finished, he withdrew his fingers and removed his gloves. "All right," he said, "the pelvic exam's done. Let me help you sit up." He pulled the blanket back over her legs, then took her hand and helped pull her to a seated position. After returning the pillow to the head of the bed, and the dining chairs to their rightful place at the table, he sat down in front of her once again.

"Okay, I need you to lie down for me one more time." She obediently swung her legs up onto the bed and eased herself down onto her back. "Over on your side," he said, pulling on another pair of gloves.

She hesitated. "Why?"

"I'm going to do a rectal exam."