Chapter 3 - Their First Meeting

It was 2:10 when Ken overheard two woman’s voices in Sister’s office. There was a few moments of silence and than his office door opened. Sister Katherine entered alone and told him that Miss Sheridan had arrived for her appointment but wanted very much to reschedule and leave.

“Did she give a reason?” He curiously asked.

“She says that she is constipated and thinks it better to return on her day off so she could take care of her personal needs at home before she is examined by you.”

“Nonsense, we can take care of that here at the office.” He said in a matter of fact tone.

“I agree.” In a serious hushed tone she added as she leaned over, “Dr. Cummings, I really and truly believe that if Sue leaves now, she won’t come back.”

“I trust your judgment. You know this girl better than I do. Show her in.” He whispered back.

With a little smile on her face, Sr. Katherine ushered Susan into his office being fully aware that Dr. Ken was in for a very pleasant surprise. She closed the door leaving both patient and doctor alone.

Ken was thunder struck by Miss Sheridan’s appearance. She was a dark hair, extremely stirring beauty. She, literally, took his breath away. Her soft skin was the color of peaches and cream and her huge eyes were a soft emerald green speckled with gold and framed by thick black, sultry lashes. Her long hair was a shinny dark brown, tied back in a chignon under her nurses cap. She wore a long, dark navy blue nurses cape lined in red satin with a high collar that tapered up her long, graceful neck. He hadn’t seen one of those capes since he was a little boy. She looked the way a nurse should look. She carried herself with poise. It was obvious to him that this young girl was more than just beautiful, she had class. Everything about her was refined and delicate. When she removed her cape she wore a white starched uniform that filled her out beautifully. He couldn’t help notice that she possessed shapely long legs and soft curves in all the right places. One look at Miss Sheridan’s narrow waist, full bosom and rounded derriere brought to mind a Renoir painting.

He got a whiff of her cologne. It had a clean, fresh, scrubbed scent like her. Her nose and cheeks were finely chiseled and in her small perfect chin was an adorable dimple. Mmmm, he wondered if she had dimples on another part of her anatomy. Above that dimpled chin was the most beautifully shaped mouth he had ever seen on a woman. Her pink lips were extraordinarily full and sensuous. Lord, he couldn’t pull his eyes away from her mouth. He had a strong impulse to gobble up her chin, her mouth and everything else that was a part of her. Suddenly, he wanted to see all of her naked. He thought, shame on you Ken and reminded himself that he was a doctor and that this girl had come to him for medical help.

He stood up when she entered his office. He offered to take her cape. He noticed that she came up to his chin. He was looking down into her angelic face and into those beautiful orbs of green.

While looking at her intensely he extended his right hand and introduced himself, “Hello Miss Sheridan , I’m Dr. Cummings.” He said in a deep, mellow voice. Looking up into his handsome face she returned the greeting. “How do you do Dr. Cummings.” She too, extended her hand to greet him. She could feel the warm pressure of his large hand when it swallowed her small delicate one.

There was a mutual attraction when their hands touched. She noticed he was staring at her and wouldn’t let go of his grasp. Their eyes met and they stood that way for some moments. HE was as big and virile as SHE was dainty and feminine. They complemented one another beautifully.

He was having a very difficult time trying to pry his eyes off her. She began to speak in a sweet melodic tone. Her soft, cultivated voice was as beautiful as the rest of her. It helped to take him out of his hypnotic trance.]

“Doctor, could I have my hand back, please?” She asked softly.

“Of course. I’m so sorry. Please excuse me.” His face turned red with embarrassment. He made a gesture with his hand.“ Please, Miss Sheridan, have a seat.”

“That’s the first time I have ever seen a doctor blush.” She said with a tense but triumphant smile. “It usually is the patient that blushes in front of the doctor.”

He smiled playfully at her and said, “Well, I’ll try very hard NOT to make YOU blush today Miss Sheridan.” What did he mean by that remark she wondered?

She was seated and had to raise her head in order to look up at him. He was SO tall.

So this was Dr. Kenneth Cummings. He was even better looking from up close. Funny, she didn’t remember he was turning white at the temples. It gave him a distinguished, refined look. And didn’t he look dashing with his marvelous tan.

She had seen him from a distance many times in the hospital cafeteria. Nurses, woman employees, even the nuns would gravitate around him and his brother Mark like homing pigeons. She herself found him very attractive but wasn’t about to fawn all over him like the others. Finally, she was in his presence. She was close to him and could smell the woodsy fragrance of his cologne. She felt a tremendous physical attraction towards this broad shouldered, lean, six foot one, hunk. Her heart skipped a beat when she gazed at a well developed chess and arms. When he began to speak in that low husky voice she felt a tingle go up and down the back of her spine. She had NEVER felt this way before, NOT with any man. She wasn’t prepared for this. It gave her an unsettling feeling.

At first when Sr. Katherine had suggested that she go to him as a patient she was against the idea. She felt her cheeks get warm just thinking about being naked in front of him. Being a nurse, she very well knew what to expect during a rectal exam.

At the moment she was staring at his beautiful hands and fingers. There were little strands of dark hair on each of his large knuckles. She thought to herself, those same long wide fingers would soon be invading her backside. Her heart was beating so fast that she thought it would jump out of her throat. Perhaps, this was not such a good idea after all. She was apprehensive, embarrassed and stimulated ALL at the same time. She began to form in her mind confusing and titillating images.

Dr. Cummings spoke first. “Would you care for anything, Miss Sheridan, tea or a soft drink?” He could tell she was nervous. In the past, he always managed to calm his patients by using some of his boyish charm. He smiled at her in an effort to help her relax and said, “Sister Katherine brews up a mean pot of herbal tea.”

“No thank you.” She answered demurely. Her insides felt as tense as a stretched rubber band. She lowed her eyes so she wouldn’t have to look at his strong handsome features.

“Well, will start with a few questions, OK?” He asked in a pleasant voice as he sat down.

“All right.” She softly answered.

“Sister said that you have been experiencing constipation, IBS and a bad case of hemorrhoids.”

“Yes, to all of the above,” She answered sweetly.

He asked, “I was told by Sister moments ago that you haven’t had a bowel movement today. I assume that’s correct?” He was leaning forward in his chair with his hands folded in front of his mouth admiring her exquisite face.

“That’s correct. I…, I…, wasn’t able to pass any stool today, Dr. Cummings.” God, this was SO embarrassing. Why did she come?

Leaning back in his chair with a serious expression on his face he asked in a low, masculine voice, “When WAS your last bowel movement Miss Sheridan?” He was now looking intensely at her immense green eyes or were they blue? It appeared that her eye color had changed. Except he wasn’t certain.

“It.., it… was four days ago.” she stammered.

He thought, Sister Katherine will have to give her a thorough cleaning out. He began to take notes.

“Have you ever had anal sex and do you ever put foreign objects up your rectum?” He asked in a serious tone.

“NO, never to both questions. I’m still a………. I mean the only objects that I’ve inserted are, suppositories and enema nozzles.” She was about to tell him that she was still a virgin.

“Do you think you could pass some stool for us with the help of a strong suppository?” He carefully asked. Now he was gaping at that impressive mouth of hers. He noticed her bottom lip begin to quiver when she spoke.

“I…, I… tried doing just that moments before I came into you office, doctor.” She stammered.

“It didn’t help you?” He asked in a concerned tone.

“No, the suppository did absolutely nothing except to pass back out.” She answered nervously.

“Do you ever experience pain when you defecate?” He asked.

“Yes, when my hemorrhoids flare up.” She answered timidly.

“Are you experiencing any pain at the moment?” He asked.

“Yes….., I am. My hemorrhoids have been bothering me all week.” She answered.

“I can treat those for you later. It will bring you some relief.” He said.

“Would you object to a few large volume enemas before I examine you today?” He asked.

She lifted her head and stuck out that cute little dimpled chin of hers while looking straight into his eyes and asked in a firm voice, “That depends on WHO will be administering the enemas doctor?”

He paused and looked at her seriously. “Sister Katherine will have that duty to perform, not I,” he answered. He secretly thought to himself, he’d love nothing better than to insert an enema nozzle up and into that cute rounded bottom of hers. Quickly another part of her anatomy came to mind. Mmmmm, wouldn’t it be nice to penetrate her somewhere else with some outdoor pluming that he personally possessed.

Ken noticed that Susan began to squirm nervously in her chair. He leaned over in his chair towards her and said seriously, “Miss Sheridan I know these questions are embarrassing for you to answer but unfortunately, as you know being a nurse, they are necessary.” He wanted desperately to obtain eye contact with her but her eyes were once again cast down towards her lap. Her small hands were tightly folded. She looked so sweet and vulnerable. He had an inexplicable urge to sweep her into his arms and hold her and tell her that everything was going to be all right.

“Miss Sheridan, do you trust me?” He hoped with an answer to that question it would help him understand her better.

There was slight pause. She lifted her head and once again stared obstinately at him in the face and said, “I haven’t decided that, just YET doctor.” She said in a determined voice.

Ken lifted back his head and began to laugh. He had a deep, hardy and friendly tone to his laugh. She found the manly sound appealing.

“Are you always this brutally honest Miss Sheridan?” She had spirit and he liked that.

With a determined look on her face and still staring at him she answered, “I try to be, doctor.”

Sister was right. This girl could be ‘tenacious’. He could see it in her green or were they blue eyes? He wasn’t sure.

“That’s good.” He added, “I also try to be candid with people when the situation presents itself. Though, I will admit that it sometimes has gotten me into trouble with the hospital administrators.” He continued with more questions. “What is it YOU do to help relieve yourself of the constipation?” She liked his handsome face.

“I give myself enemas, take laxatives and try to eat right and exercise.” She felt her face getting warm again.

“Do any of these activities help you?”

“The enemas help but the laxatives only succeed in giving me very painful cramps.” When will he stop with these humiliating questions? God, if only he WAS ugly and repulsive. She wouldn’t mind IT one bit if he really DID look like ‘Quasimodo’. Seeing him in person and being close to him like this made her feel aroused. She didn’t realize what a profound effect his presence would have on her. Once again she was beginning to regret she ever came.

“What are your symptoms with the Irritable Bowel?” He continued.

“I will have dinner, or sometimes lunch and than without warning, an hour or so later, I will be in the bathroom for hours with diarrhea.”

“How often do these attacks occur?” He was writing all this down.

“Three, four times a year.” She began to speak rapidly and nervously.

“ Have you ever had an attack more than once in one month?”

“Yes, that’s happen about 2 or 3 times within the last two years.”

“Do any of the attacks happen after you have been eating larger than normal amounts of dairy products?

“No.” She answered.

“When did the IBS first occur ?”

“It all began after I contracted a non-cholera type of disease on holiday in Mexico. That was three years ago. The doctor said that it left me with a weakness.”

“How long have you been suffering with this persistent constipation?”

“Since I was a child.” she answered.

“Have you ever gone to another doctor for these same medical issues?” He asked.

“I went to see a specialist in Philadelphia about a year before I came to live and work here in Colorado.”

“What was the outcome?” He asked.

“What do you mean?” She said testily.

“What tests were made and if so, what were the results? I’m assuming that the other doctor ordered, starting with a sigmoidosopy, a colonascopy and a Barium enema.”

“There were NO tests. I did NOT want them!” She was becoming short-tempered.

“Do you think that was a wise decision Miss Sheridan?” He continued in a low and calm voice.

“Whether it was wise or not, I wasn’t ready for such invasive tests!” “Does that surprise you?” She said excitably.

“Frankly it does.” “You’re a nurse and…………………….

She became irritable and interrupted him. “It doesn’t matter whether I am a nurse or not. It’s entirely different when you are the receiver rather than a participator looking on.” He was about to speak and she interrupted him a second time. “Or, perhaps doctor that’s never even entered your mind.”

He could tell by the tone of her voice that she was becoming agitated. His instincts told him that she was going to be difficult. He decided to tread lightly.

“Yes, I’m fully aware why a patient would be apprehensive and timid to having such diagnostic tests.” He thought it best to pacify her. “You made a very valid point.” He laughed. “Everyone knows what difficult patients we doctors make.” She didn’t smile. He continued calmly and cautiously, “However, you know being a nurse, that sometimes it is necessary for the patient to undergo unpleasant medical procedures that will in time enable him or her to get better. Wouldn’t you agree?”

She thought, he’s SO damn rational and why is he being SO nice? She didn’t care how attractive he was he was beginning to irritate her.

There was a long silence. It appeared to Ken that she was not going to make an attempt to comment or agree with his fundamentally sound statement. Which only told him that she really did agree but was too self-willed to admit it. He thought, stubborn girl, TWO can play at that game.

He cleared his throat and asked, “Did this doctor perform a digital rectal exam on you Miss Sheridan?”

“NO HE DID NOT !” She shouted back. She wanted to make him angry.

“ I’m not deaf Miss Sheridan.” He kept his voice low and even. Again there was no response to his last statement.

“When were you last to a gynecologist?” He asked. There was a long pause.

“I…,I…. have never been to one.” She answered reluctantly.

He looked at her and thought to himself, doesn’t every female employee need a pelvic exam as part as their physical before working here at the hospital? He made a little notation on the chart to ask Sr. Katherine about that later. He thought it best at this time not to address the issue or lecture her on it. He would just give a little hint.

“You should go Miss Sheridan. I can recommend a very good gynecologist here at St. Anthony’s.” He again did not get a response from her. “ Or, perhaps if you would prefer I can do a complete gynecological work up on you myself.” He thought, wouldn’t that be fun. He could get his hands inside her at both ends.

The willful facial expression on her face told him that she was not overly zealous on that proposal.

“Have you ever had a rectal exam?” He asked. There was a long pause before Susan answered.

She began to stutter. “Once…, once… when I…,I… was a little girl my aunt, she…, she… was a nurse, brought a man to the house that claimed to be a doctor.” Suddenly, she stood up and was trembling. Memories of that horrendous day came flooding back. Susan became frightened. She felt like the walls were closing in on her and she had difficulty breathing.

He looked up at her from his chair, leaned over and took hold of her tiny hand and with a low compassionate voice asked. “Did this man hurt you Miss Sheridan?” He was alarmed and concerned for her. He noticed that small beads of perspiration began to popped out across her smooth forehead. The thought of someone, anyone, hurting this lovely girl infuriated him.

She yanked her hand out of his and said panicky, “I…, I… shouldn’t of come here today, Dr. Cummings. This.. this.. was a mistake.” Dread and fear registered on her comely face and her voice sounded tearful. NOW, he thought her eyes had changed to the color of turquoise! She turned swiftly to retrieve her cape. He began to blink his eyes and shake his head.

He said gently, “Miss Sheridan please sit down. No one here is going to hurt you.” He slowly got up from his chair and calmly took back her cape and gently coaxed her back into her chair. He could feel her body trembling when he cupped her elbow in his hand. He quietly and gently asked, “How about I give you a little sedative to help you relax?”

“I have to drive home.” She replied tensely.

“Could someone come pick you up?”

“No, my sister has already left for a weekend trip. She asked in a strained voice, “Please, could we get on with this?” There was a silence from both of them for a few moments. Ken thought it better not to speak in order to give her some time to compose herself.

She spoke first with a tinge of malice. “Nothing bothers you does it? Your not afraid of anything, ARE YOU? Doctors are always in CONTROL.”

“SURE I’m afraid sometimes. Doctors are human too and I suppose we do have a certain amount of control, but for the purpose of GOOD. And YES things bother me. Especially when I see a young lady sitting before me, terrified out of her wits.”

He leaned over and carefully took hold of her small hand again (he wanted any excuse to touch her) and said softly, “Listen to me, we will forget about that doctor in Philadelphia and for the moment what happened to you when you were a child. We will take it one step at a time and deal only with the present, OK?” She nodded nervously. “I’ll try to speed this up so we can get you into the exam room and out of here as fast as we can.” He released her hand, leaned back in his chair and picked up his pen to continue writing on her chart.

“Is there any blood in the commode when you defecate and if so what color is the blood and what color is your stool?” He was writing vigorously.

“My stool is light brown never black or tarry and yes sometimes there is blood. It’s bright red, but I am sure it’s from the hemorrhoids.” She began to wring her hands in her lap. Is this ever going to end????

He lifted his head and with a mischievous grin on his face said, “Young lady, I’ll will be the one to determine that after I give you a very extensive rectal exam.”

Damn him! That made her upset again but this time it wasn’t fear she was experiencing but anger. She was mad as hell. Doctors, MEN they were all SO arrogant. They had power and she DETESTED that.

From the moment she stepped into his office she could feel all the tension building up inside her body. Narrowing her eyes she angrily said, “I will have you know Dr. Cummings that I TOO am a health professional. I don’t need patronizing or a condescending attitude from the likes of you. Further more, there is no need for you to speak down to me as if I was some kind of simpleton!”

The pen dropped from Ken’s hand and ceased his writing in mid sentence. He raised his head to look up and into her angry eyes. He could of sworn her eyes were changing colors again. What next he wondered? Was she also capable of vomiting projectile pea soup or worse; would her head start spinning around?

Nonetheless, he empathized with her outburst. He knew she was nervous and anxious. He told himself that it was only natural.

In a very warm, masculine voice he said. “Miss Sheridan, if I said anything that has offended you, I am sorry. Please accept my apology.” He wanted this lovely creature to trust him and he reminded himself to watch what he said and how he said it.

She did not expect his kind words. She was all prepared to respond in a derisive manner. She wanted him to be wrathful towards her so she could have justification to run out of his office. Instead she began to cry like a ninny. She hated herself for appearing to be a weakling. However, it felt good to cry. The anxiety had been building up like a volcano from the moment she entered his office.

Ken got up slowly from his seat and approached the right side of her chair. He bend over slightly and began to gently massage the back of her neck in a slow rotation. She could feel his warm breath on her temple and the strong slow touch of his fingers on her tense neck. Once again she could smell his manly scent. He leaned his immense chest across her to retrieve a tissue from the corner of his desk and handed it to her. She noticed he had a small mole on his left earlobe.

Still leaning over with now both his hands on the arm of her chair and looking at her small, pert profile, he said in a very low voice, “I wish you would reconsider and allow me to give you something to help you to relax Miss Sheridan.” With out giving him eye contact and looking straight ahead she shook her head quickly from side to side. Tears were streaming down her face.

“Steady now, everything is going to be all right, Susan. Sister Katherine and I are here to help you.” He said in a comforting ,low, deep voice while still massaging her neck.

That’s the first time he spoke her first name. Why did he make it sound like a caress?

He shifted positions and crouched down in front of her to enable him to see into her eyes. He than gathered her soft delicate hands inside his large ones. Her hands were clammy and trembling. She kept her head down. She couldn’t bring herself to look at him. He gently lifted her chin with his forefinger in an attempt to force her to do just that. She finally submitted to his mild persuasiveness. They gazed into each others eyes for a few moments. He was relieved to see that they were once again green. He slowly reached up and tenderly wiped a tear from the edge of her eye with the pad of his thumb. He could smell and almost taste her.

“Miss Sheridan, are you afraid of ME?” He asked slowly .

Looking at him, “Do you want me to be?” She answered back quickly and defiantly.

He chuckled heartily, “That’s the second time you have answered a question with another question. NO, I do not want you to be afraid of me. Do you believe me when I say that?” He appeared to be sincere, she thought privately to herself. Perhaps, she COULD get to trust and even like this man despite herself. Careful Susan, they are ALL nice in the beginning.

“Do you trust me, he smiled, or are you still trying to ‘decide’ that little thing?”

“I trust you perhaps fifty per cent.” She answered peevishly.

Still smiling, “Well that’s a relief ! I’ve made some progress in the last few minutes. Now, if I can only get you to trust me enough to obtain the last fifty per cent, we’ll be in business. I will do what ever it takes for you to have confidence in me, Miss Sheridan. Once I have that confidence it will enable me to help you in alleviating these symptoms you’ve been having. You think possibly you can meet me half way in this endeavor?”

It was difficult for her to think clearly with him so close to her and touching her hands like this. His very existence and potent voice was making her whole body feel like jelly. “I think, nodding her head, I can do that Dr. Cummings.” She began to speak rapidly, “However, I…, I… would like to reschedule and come back another day. I… I… really don’t feel prepared to be examined by you at this particular time. I’d like to go home now, please.”

Smiling a dimpled roguish grin, “You’re not going to go shy on me now, are you?” He asked in that sexy, manly voice of his.

Lifting her dimpled chin in an obstinate way she answered, “I’m NOT at all shy. I JUST would like to go home now.” She raised her voice. “If that’s OK with you, DOCTOR ?”

He didn’t like her edgy tone. She was going to be difficult once again. He decided to take on a different approach. He abruptly stood up. “Well, it’s NOT OK with me. I CAN NOT permit you to leave this office without a preliminary examination. You have put it off in the past and I might add for too long! I’ll be damn if I allow you to get away with it again.” He spoke sternly while looking down intensely into her eyes.

“Why not?” She asked defiantly. Her eyes were changing colors again. She detested it when a man, any man tried to control her.

Looking down towards her with his arms folded and leaning his lean muscular backside against his desk with his long sturdy legs stretched out in front of him, he replied. “Why? I’ll tell you why, missy. Because you damn well know that you won’t come back. You won’t come anywhere near me or this office again. Now admit it, we both know that’s precisely what would happen!” He said in a determined voice.

He was right. She had no intention of returning to this office ever again. This entire situation was disturbing and embarrassing. It brought back vile memories of Aunt Lucy. This man was creating unfamiliar feelings in her. Suddenly, she was fearful and she didn’t know why. All she knew is that she wanted to get away from Dr. Cummings as fast and as far as she could. Hell, she would even change jobs if she had to.

Trying hard to appear calm and her voice low she raised her chin and said, “I have every intention of setting up another appointment, Dr. Cummings.” She lied. “ It’s not fair of you to assume other wise.”

“I think it’s a fair assumption Miss Sheridan from what I’ve seen of your behavior in this office today.” He than stood up and abruptly open the door to the adjoining office and ushered Sister to come in.

“What’s wrong I thought I heard crying in here moments ago. ”Sister said as she entered Ken’s office.

“You did,” he said stoically, “it appears that our pretty little patient here has got a case of cold feet and wants to run home.” Susan glared at him upon hearing that sarcastic comment.

“Susan you need to go through with anything that Dr. Cummings suggests. These health problems are not going to go away by themselves. It took you a whole month to make this appointment. Don’t renege now.”

“Sister has told me that you have the capability to be a good, cooperative patient. Are you going to make a liar out of sister? Why don’t you show me, Dr. Ken, what you are made of.” Once again there was no response form her. “You’re not a woman but just a spoiled little girl.” Ken said angrily.

Sister could see what he was trying to do. She hoped it would work.

“I am TOO a woman. Damn YOU !” She cried rebelliously.

“Well, here’s your chance to prove it.” He quickly and stubbornly answered back.

She suddenly raised herself from her chair to retrieve her cape and started towards the door. She brusquely turned and said defiantly, “Like I said before, coming here today was a mistake. Furthermore, I..,I.. don’t need a doctor.”

Sister and Dr. Cummings looked at one another.

With a surprise look on her face, Sister said, “Susan, YOU know that’s NOT true! You need a doctor to look into these chronic problems you’ve been having! Susan are you uneasy about the exam itself ? Dr. Cummings will be very gentle with you when he looks up and into your rectum.”

With that comment Susan was out the door like a flash towards the waiting room entrance. Ken was right behind her. “MISS SHERIDAN, please STOP where you are!” His booming voice intimidated her and she stopped in front of the door with her hand tightly squeezing the knob. He slowly approached her from behind. Without warning, she could feel his warm breath on her neck and his tall, hard, virile frame pressing against her small rounded bottom. He didn’t move. Being this close to her made the top of her head come just under his chin. He wanted to feel her soft feminine body contour with his. Her heart, she thought was throbbing extraordinarily fast in her throat. After a few moments passed he gently forced her to turn around by placing his hands on either side of her shoulders.

Looking down towards her he spoke in a quiet and comforting voice. “I’ll be gentle with you Miss Sheridan. I won’t hurt you.”

God, HE was SO close, she thought to herself. Being this near to him she was able to get a whiff of his essence of musk. It penetrated her senses prompting her knees to feel weak and her breathing difficult. She thought if she gazes into those beautiful brown eyes of his she’ll be a goner. Susan’s legs began to slightly buckle. He gently lifted and squeezed her upper arms. He drew her closer towards his enormous chest. He looked worried. “Are you all right Miss Sheridan?” She had become pale and was unable to talk. All she could do was nod to answer. God, NO man had ever made a powerful impact on her like this before. She was both terrified and thrilled.

Still holding her close to his solid chest and peering down towards her radiant, sweet face he said in a low mature gentle-hearted voice, “Sister told me that there are many times within a month, Miss Sheridan, that you are unable to move your bowels without the aid of an enema. His appealing lips parted and he took a slight breath. “To me, that doesn’t sound like an individual that doesn’t need a doctor. Susan do you honestly and truly believe that you don’t need one?” They just stood there very close gazing into each other’s eyes.

He wasn’t about to let go of her for a instant. God she felt GOOD, he thought to himself. It was like clutching a soft, tiny, sweet smelling kitten. Still holding on to her he thought it best to restrain himself from speaking and give her some time to reflect upon what he had just said. The charged silence in the room made it possible for Ken to hear Susan’s heavy breathing. He observed her full bosom raising up and down in trepidation beneath her uniform. He was pleased to see some color had returned to her cheeks.

After coming out of a stupor she made a feeble attempt with her small delicate hands to push him away, by pressing hard against his immense chess. He was stronger and much bigger than her, and despite her fierce struggling, he refused to release his firm grip on her arms. He was taking a big chance with his next comment. I can be just as tough as she can, he thought to himself.

He mildly shook her and said, “You’re a little girl who very badly needs a good hard spanking on that bare backside of yours!” It was a last, desperate, attempt to stop her from leaving.

Her beautiful face flew up to give him a menacing look. Her enormous green eyes were a kaleidoscope now.

Using her eyes as a gage he thought, splendid, perhaps AT LAST we are finally communicating

Damn Him! How dare HE! Who the HELL did he think he was. She was livid! Peering angrily into his eyes she yelled, “FINE, DOCTOR LET’S GET THIS OVER WITH. But if you as much as strike me with those huge, clumsy hands of yours, I swear I will report you to your superiors here at St. Anthony’s! Don’t think I won’t do it DOCTOR, because I most emphatically will!” It was at that precise moment that he decided to gently release her when she pushed him away as hard as she could, making the glass door pane rattled softly behind her.

He’d succeeded with his last remark. He felt triumphed. He made a silent sigh of relief and than he smiled a dimpled grin and said. “That’s JUST fine with me Miss Sheridan.” While still deeply focusing his eyes on her pretty face, he raised his brawny chin and yelled out “Sister could you please come and prepare Miss Sheridan for her examination now!” Unbeknownst to Ken and Susan, Sister Katherine was witnessing the entire drama from the doorway of his office. He gently lead Susan by the elbow and communicated a quick gesture to Sister to hastily escort Susan into the examination room before she changed her mind.