She untied the back of her gown as the doctor walked towards the scale. How often do you get pedicures?”
“I’ve never had one,” she answered, with a shy giggle. Now all she could do was wait. “The doctor will be in shortly to see you.” The nurse smiled pleasantly as he left, shutting the door behind him. The nurse, carrying a small briefcase, walked over and sat it on the counter. It felt good, almost like a massage. “Okay, Elizabeth,” said the doctor, coming to the end of the exam table. Then it went up and sideways. “And this?” he asked, brushing the feather sideways across the pads of her toes. “Ohh. Slowly it crept out, and her leg twitched. Putting it on, she was a little embarrassed that it was so short, stopping a few inches above her knees. The whiteness of her depressed skin follow the quill as it went.
