Then it danced in tiny circles on the heel of her bare sole. Noo. It slid gracefully, slowly, all across the ball of her sole. “Hi,” said, showing her through the door. “As a tester for their sports shoes,” answered the patient. “Oohhh. “Oh my,” he said, glancing at her panties, “It doesn’t look like it was all so horrible.”
Elizabeth was to concerned about the next test to even be embarrassed that this handsome man had seen her soaked underwear. She was brushing back her shoulder length brown hair behind her ears, when a knock at the door startled her. “Is that it?” asked Elizabeth. “I just need to stick these on your chest,” he said, setting the box on the table next to her. “What about this?” he said, as he put the soft feather in between her big toe and the next, and quickly pulled it through. “I see!” said doctor Dawn, ticking a box on her clipboard. “We’re going to need to take some readings of your heart in a bit. This is when
