Often in life, the greatest pleasures aren't found in predictable moments, rather from those chaotic situations we never anticipated...
The storm had been raging for nearly two hours. With the first radio alert, the cancellation calls to notify the last patients of the day their appointments would be rescheduled at no charge -- the nurse was encouraged to leave ahead of the storm and had left a voice mail to let the doctor be advised of her safe arrival, just as the latest radio alert advised roads were officially closed by highway patrol.
With the spare time provided by the first snowfall, the doctor who stoked the fires to heat up the cozy old building that served as both office and home in the new medical practice in the sleepy rural town; having begun dishing out the crock pot roast while sipping on a second hot buttered toddy and eyed the stack of medical journals on the end table beside the sofa -- was understandably startled when the bell on the entry chimed and amid a cloud of wind and snow, in tumbled Bobbi-Gene Gentry!
Roberta Eugenia Gentry, so christened for two older brothers lost in a war long over, and named by a woman she never knew -- for the young mother died only moments after naming her wee daughter. Bobbi-Gene was a quiet unassuming girl home-schooled by her over-protective father until she began high school, but for that reason, was a bit behind the other students and at nineteen, had two years of age on her fellow classmates whose average age was seventeen.
The doctor flew across the room to shut out the cold and threw a blanket over the shivering girl. With teeth chattering, Bobbi-Gene apologized for being late for her appointment and promptly burst into tears explaining she had missed her bus having no way to get home and still really needed to see the doctor, when the doctor advised that all the patients were cancelled and the roads closed due to the storm.
The doctor smiled, grabbed a hankie to dry the girl's tears and sent the soaked Bobbi-Gene for a hot shower to warm up, agreeing to honor the girl's appointment once she was dry and fed! Bobbi-Gene blew her nose and headed to the bathroom, hanging her sopping clothes, only when the hot shower had worked its magic and she's taken the time to wash every nook and cranny of her young body, did she return to join the doctor at the dinner table. The shy girl, wearing the doctor's soft warm terry robe eyed the pot roast and potatoes only for a moment before taking a bite at the doctor's insistence -- the meal and accompanying hot toddy was delicious, warming her all the way to her toes.
Once the quiet meal was done, doctor and patient headed through the exam room door. The doctor reached for the girl's chart, telling Bobbi-Gene to take a seat on the table and asked her about the urgency for requested exam. The girl blushed a deep scarlet red and struggling to find the words, explained that she had an itch inside that just wouldn't go away and she'd been afraid to tell her daddy 'cause he might not understand.
The doctor nodded made a note in the chart, then took out a stethoscope and eased open the front of the terry robe to listen to the girl's heart beat, while manually taking her pulse on her wrist. The doctor's mouth went dry, as the robe came open a little more than intended and one of Bobbi-Gene's peachy pink nipples peeked out. The doctor then instructed the teen to lay back on the table and made small talk about he storm while checking her abdomen, and continued speaking softly, while securing the girl's feet in the table's stirrups, and explained that the pap test would be helpful in determining if there were any abnormal cells causing the issue.
The doctor looked up at Bobbi-Gene's face, but the girl had her eyes closed, preparing for the painful pinching tool the former doctor had used at the practice -- the doctor then fully undid the robe, and nearly gasped with the first glimpse at what had really been hidden beneath the baggy ill-fitting clothes of Roberta Eugenia Gentry. The girl, quite simply, was a goddess... her pert peachy pink nipples, already hard from the sudden exposure, and the curve of her ample breasts, to her voluptuous hips and the pink folds of her labia... the doctors knees nearly went weak.
The doctor warmed the speculum, not wanting to further traumatize the girl further than was necessary, and eased the small tool into Bobbi-Gene's vaginal canal -- vainly attempting to concentrate on the mechanics of the test, rather than the girl's aroma. To aid in the distraction for both of them, the doctor asked about the girl's sexual history and how active she was. Even with her eyes closed, the girl again blushed deeply, while telling the doctor she never dated and daddy hadn't told her anything about sex yet. The doctor swallowed, and while gently removing the speculum, explained there were some other sensory tests that could be run to locate the cause of the itch. Much to the doctor's dismay and delight, Bobbie-Gene desperately begged the doctor to try anything to relieve the itch...
The doctor instructed the girl to remain on the table, exited the room, walked over and swigged the third hot toddy still on the table... or was it the fourth? Headed down the hall to the bedroom and returned several moments later, heading to the exam room with a dark leather bag and a tray with another large hot buttered toddy for each of them.