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over her stomach. She could not see Doctor McMahon or the nurse from her position and, in that moment, Kelly grasped a brief moment of relief, imagining herself alone. It was only a small reprieve, the illusion of solitude being broken by the sound of a chair moving and the doctor’s whispered command to her aide.
    Then Doctor McMahon was standing beside her. She had removed the white three-quarter-length physician’s coat she sported earlier and Kelly now saw her as a young attractive woman in a plain white T-shirt. ‘Relax a little,’ the doctor said, placing a reassuring hand on Kelly’s shoulder. It was the first time she had spoken to Kelly without a note of vicious contempt inflecting her words. ‘This won’t be so bad if you ease up a little.’
    Kelly tried to return the doctor’s comforting smile but found her gaze was drawn to the tight white T-shirt the doctor was wearing. She noticed the woman was not wearing a bra beneath the garment and from Kelly’s prone position she was close enough to see the hard nubs of the doctor’s erect nipples. The sight made her swallow nervously and she was about to say something when she felt the doctor’s hand gently caress her breast.
    The sensation was electric. She had never had a woman touch her so intimately and the feeling was exhilarating. Remembering her responsiveness in the waiting room, when Stacey had stroked a finger along her lip, Kelly wondered if she was developing some sort of mental illness. She had never been sexually attracted to women before, yet within the last ten minutes she had come close to kissing one woman and was now allowing another to nonchalantly stroke her breasts. The fact that she was enjoying these encounters added fuel to her fear of insanity. Her heart began to race and she could not tell if it was hurried by apprehension or excitement.
    The doctor’s fingers traced slow circles on the soft flesh of Kelly’s orbs, gently stimulating the tactile skin with her subtle caress. Her smile, although not unkind, was predatory enough to make Kelly feel acutely vulnerable. ‘Relax a little,’ the doctor encouraged once again. ‘You’re going to enjoy this. Trust me.’
    Laid on the trolley, having witnessed Mistress Stacey’s punishment of Helen and then endured the doctor’s harsh, invasive questioning, Kelly did not feel relaxed enough to enjoy anything. All she wanted was to get the physical aspect of the examination over and done with, regardless of what it entailed. Afterwards she could shut herself in the confines of her own room and try to analyse the bizarre attraction she was feeling for other women. She glanced downwards, trying to convince herself that the doctor’s touch had only been accidental. Seeing the woman’s fingers casually caressing her right breast, tracing circles around the darkening areola, Kelly realised the touch had been no accident. She took a sharp intake of breath. ‘You’re tou…touching me,’ she said awkwardly.
    The doctor smiled easily. ‘Yes,’ she admitted, not moving her hand away. ‘You do like it, don’t you?’
    Totally unsure of her opinions and her body’s mutinous responses, Kelly did not trust herself to respond to the question. ‘Is this part of the examination?’ she asked, struggling to sound indignant and failing miserably.
    ‘Sort of,’ Doctor McMahon said. She placed a finger on either side of Kelly’s nipple and tweaked it playfully.
    Unwittingly, Kelly found herself enjoying a thrill of pleasure she had not anticipated. The sensation was so intense a shiver coursed through her entire body. She stared at the doctor, unsure of how to respond. Without knowing when it had started, Kelly realised her breathing had deepened.
    ‘The best part of the examination is still to come,’ Doctor McMahon said softly, rolling the nipple playfully between her fingers. Her hand cupped Kelly’s breast and caressed the sensitive flesh with a measured degree of care. Her fingers were