In the Psychologist's Office

"So what brings you to me, Mr. and Mrs. Benson?"

-- You understand, our daughter Jessica recently turned 18 years old. This is a wonderful, sweet, kind, sympathetic child! But it's time for her to start being interested in boys, but she's still modest, doesn't go to parties, we even think she's never been kissed! And this is clearly not a matter of appearance, she is quite pretty, just like my wife, Stephanie... The problem is that she is very homely and shy - even Jessica chose a local college, Chicago, so she will never know, what is life in a hostel, student parties and so on! Stephanie and I are very concerned about this.

Derek Benson's wife, who was sitting next to him in the psychologist's office, nodded affirmatively.

- Yes Yes! Her head is full of studying!

- So what, she doesn't communicate at all... ahh... with boys? - Dr. Bale paused and for some reason gasped in the middle of the sentence.

- No, why, he's communicating. Boys often come to her. She and our daughter lock themselves in a room so that no one will disturb them, and do gymnastics. Some kind of oriental exercises - wushu or something like that. We often hear Jessica moaning during such visits - you understand, working out the calf muscles is not your morning exercise, it requires effort, you know!

"Yes, yes... I understand-aaa... yu," Professor Bale again gasped strangely in the middle of the word and, in addition, made a strange grimace, twitching at the same time.

At this time, the Bensons clearly heard a squelching sound. They looked at Dr. Bale in confusion. And then another one.

"Didn't you hear anything just now, doctor?" - Derek asked.

-Are you talking about this sound? Uh... you see, here in the office the ventilation is acting up - groaning, slurping, it's unclear what this is connected with. The master is supposed to come today, he will figure out what's going on.

- Yeah, I see... So what should we do with Jessica? What should I do? Mrs. Benson asked worriedly.

- You know, it seems she needs to sign up for individual lessons with me. Let's conduct several tests, check her inclinations, level of social adaptation, other indicators - I think we will be able to change the situation," the doctor said cheerfully.

"Thank you, Dr. Bale," Stephanie's face lit up with a smile of gratitude.

- But how much will it cost us? - Derek asked pragmatically.

- Oh, no need to worry. Your insurance will cover everything. I think we can invite Jessica to our first lesson tomorrow.

- Yes of course. Derek calmed down.

The head of the family was not too worried about the financial issue, but why pay extra, right?

- Jessica! - Stephanie called.

"Yes, mom," Jessica responded from under the table. Just don't think anything unnecessary - just at the very beginning of the visit, when the Benson daughter was sitting in a comfortable soft chair, she lost the phone from her hands (what a bungler!) - the device flew right under Dr. Bale's table, the girl had to kneel down and climb for him and look literally on all fours.

The Bensons' daughter was almost completely hidden by the tabletop while searching for her phone, only her ass, covered in a short denim skirt, and her bare soles peeking out from behind Dr. Bale's chair were visible. The skirt rode up a little and, if you looked closely, you could see the very edge of her white panties. In addition, for some reason Jessica took off her flip-flops and placed her bare feet on top of each other. While her parents were talking with a psychologist, the girl sometimes moved her toes, squeezing and unclenching them.

-- Did you find the phone? Where did he go? - Mom asked.

- Yes, yes, mommy! It's almost in my hands... Here it is! -- Jessica finally crawled out from under the table and showed a brand new gadget clutched in a small child's palm.

- He flew behind the chair! "I had to tinker," the girl smiled, putting on her flip-flops. For some unknown reason, her cheeks turned a cute pink.

"Then we'll bring her tomorrow, okay, Mr. Bale?" - Derek asked.

"Definitely," the professor nodded.

- Let's go, Jessica! - Mr. Benson called his daughter.

"Goodbye, Mr. Bale," the girl gave the doctor one last radiant smile before leaving the office, only to return to it the next day...