Naughty Nurse
The doctor had a problem, with a patient. He thought she might feel more comfortable talking to me about. “So, what seems to be the problem,” I checked her sheet again, “Blaire?” I took her vitals, the usual height, weight, and started a file for her, but she was barely 11. “Uh, I didn’t get a. Whatchamacallit, the cherry?” She held her knees together, demurely in the hospital gown. Put on backwards like a painting smock. “Hymen.” I pulled the stool over, and adjusted the height. “Yeah, that’s the one. I tried breaking it with my fingers, but I couldn’t find it.” She leaned back, against the propped up side of the examination table, and put her feet up. The stirrups were already turned around, as close together as possible, and set low. “Huh, well.” …