Chapter 535 The Chiropractic Appointment

• I noticed it at my very first appointment. The Dr. had a figure that wouldn't quit. I filled out the new patient form, but couldn't keep my mind off her chest. When she called me back to a patient room for my initial interview, I struggled to keep my mind on her questions. Then she read me the "all manipulations and procedures in this practice are non-sexual" statement and had me sign the consent form.
• Now, multiple visits and erotic dreams later, I was in an exam room on my back on the table. She was at my head with her hands under my neck gently feeling my vertebrae. Every visit was the same. We would go back into a room alone and she would close the door. Then she would say, "We are alone here and no one will come in. You may tell me anything about your condition and it will be confidential. No one will know about it except us." I knew she was referring to my health condition, but my mind always jumped to suppressed sexual cravings - mine for her.
• She always wore standard civilian clothes; none of this white smock business. And, of course, her silky blouses could scarcely contain her chest. She usually wore loose-fitting pants with a fine crease and no cuffs, and almost always half heels that clicked when she walked. Today was no exception.