MY LITTLE APPRECIATION TO MY DOCTOR

Under the soft glow of the clinic’s emergency lamp, Doctor Evans looks up from his desk, his stethoscope hanging around his neck. The door is locked, the curtains drawn, and every light in the building is out. Next to him, Marianne, his longtime friend, indulges her curiosity about his medical skills. She sighs in anticipation as the doctor begins to examine her, his touch depersonalized, probing. Undressed by his clinical gaze, Marianne’s body responds to every feather touch. She lets them carry her away, helplessly lost in his expertise. The waiting room is empty, their mutual appreciation goes far beyond had medical science. From a routine checkup, she finds herself in the hands of her loving doctor. More than a friend, more than a doctor, he knows how to handle her delicate body.