Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
The farther I drive from town, the sketchier the area becomes. The few buildings that are still standing look like they could fall over in a strong wind. It’s eerily quiet as I drive down the street with more potholes than solid ground.
The closer I get to Goldie, the angrier I become. What the fuck is she doing out here? I check her location for the hundredth time and see she’s finally come to a stop. Up ahead there’s a concrete building with a flashing sign. It looks like half the bulbs are missing, but I can still make out the single word. Clinic.
“What the fuck is she doing here?” I park out front and glance around the almost full parking lot.
There are a couple of people hanging around the entrance, and they all glare at me as I walk past them. When I get inside, the waiting room is full, but I don’t see Goldie anywhere. Worry gnaws at my stomach as I go up the counter to speak with a nurse.
“Sign in, someone will be with you soon,” she says without looking up.
“I’m so sorry. I told her to wait on me, but I guess they called her back while I was parking the car.” The nurse looks up from her paperwork to give me a puzzled expression. “I dropped my fiancée off at the front door. I had to park down the street since the lot was full, and I didn’t want her to walk. I’m just really protective of her.”
I can see her expression change from puzzled to pleased. “What’s her name?”
“Goldie Yates. She’s not in the waiting room. They must have called her back already. Could you let her know I’m here?”
The nurse clicks on her computer and then hits a button. “You can go on back. She’s in exam room thirty-seven.”
“Thank you.” I give her my best apologetic smile as the double doors open and I step through.
The rest of the building isn’t necessarily dirty; it’s just clearly old and in need of updates. That’s about the best I can say as I walk down the hall and find her exam room. I don’t know what the hell is going on, but she’s not getting anything done here.
As soon as I see the right door, I don’t hesitate to barge in. A scream of surprise pierces my ears, and I almost walk back out. Almost. Goldie is on the exam table without any pants on. She’s got some kind of paper blanket across her lap, and I can’t help but think, What is the point of that?
“What the hell are you doing here?” I demand as I step inside and close the door behind me.
“Get out of here!” she hisses before looking around like she’s trying to find something to throw at me.
“Not until you tell me what the fuck is going on. You ditched me, and now you’re in some sketchy clinic doing what?”
“None of your business.” Her eyes narrow. “Wait, how the hell did you know where to find me?”
A knock sounds at the door before it opens a second later.
“Hi, Goldie, I’m Doctor Hill,” the doctor says and then looks at me. “And you are?”
“Her fiancé,” I answer before Goldie can tell her something different.
“Great, then let’s get started.” A nurse comes in as the doctor takes a seat on the stool and slides closer to Goldie. “So it says you’re here today about vaginal tightness?”
“Umm.” Goldie’s face turns bright red, and she doesn’t look at me.
“Why don’t we start with a pelvic exam first so we can get a good look at it.” She smiles gently at Goldie as she pulls out the foot holder from the bed. “Are you two sexually active?”
“No,” Goldie says quickly as the nurse makes the chair she’s on lean back.
Part of me thinks that being in here is a bad idea, but I don’t think an army of men could drag me from this room.
“So have you noticed the tightness when masturbating?” The doctor gets a lamp and then some kind of metal instrument out before asking Goldie to spread her knees.
“Yes,” Goldie admits, and I can hear a trace of fear in her voice. Before I can stop myself, I go over to the side of the bed and take her hand.
Her eyes snap open at the touch, and she looks at me with a mix of embarrassment and relief.
“Let me take a look. Can you scoot farther down the table?” After Goldie has to do it two more times, the doctor seems satisfied. She’s between her legs for long minutes and makes small talk with the nurse as she does the exam.
“You okay?” I ask when I see Goldie’s eyes squint in pain.
She presses her lips together tightly and nods.
“All right, we’re finished,” Dr. Hill says and backs away from Goldie. “It looks like your hymen isn’t as open as it should be for comfortable penetration. Is it painful when you try to insert something into it?”