The intercom buzzed on Miss Watkins’ desk, and a the soft voice of Dr. Winters nurse, Andrea Hartman, requested that the next patient be sent to the examining room. “Okay, Miss Mitchell, follow me please,” Miss Watkins ordered, as she held the open the door to the hall way leading to the examining rooms. 

“Sit right here,” the receptionist said, “and Nurse Hartman will be with you in a minute!” Sarah Mitchell nervously scanned the stark white walls and involuntarily shivered and said to herself, “What in the name of god am I doing here, I must have been crazy to even have dreamt of trying this!!!” She was quickly jarred back to reality when the door swung open and Andrea Hartman entered the room! “Hi, Sarah,” Andrea said brightly, while extending her hand, “I’m Andrea Hartman, but you can just call me Andrea, okay!?!” Taking Andrea’s hand and shaking it, Sarah merely smile weakly and nodded. “All right,” Andrea said as she sat down while reading Sarah’s history, “let’s see what we have here!!!” After flipping through several pages of Sarah’s medical history, Andrea intoned, “I see that the reason for your appointment is the inability to achieve orgasm, is that correct?!?” “Uh, yes, ma’am,” Sarah stammered!!! “Well,” Andrea replied, “that’s unusual for a woman of twenty seven, but I’m sure the doctor can help you, he has almost a ninety percent success rate with young women!!!” “Now,” she continued, “before the doctor comes in, remove all of your clothing and put on this gown, he’ll with you shortly!!!”

As she had never met Dr. Watkins, Sarah had pictured in her mind a balding middle aged man with a paunch, sort of your generic doctor’s image that most people would conger up, so she was more than a little flabbergasted when in strode a older, tall, dark and handsome man of about forty or so, which unbelievably caused Sarah’s heart to beat a little bit faster! “Hi,” he said smoothly, “I’m Dr. Watkins, and you’ve all ready met Andrea here, so what seems to be the problem, Sarah?!?” “Uh, well, I can’t seem to achieve, uh, satisfaction,” she mumbled in a barely audible tine! “From your medical history I can see no physical reason that would prevent you from attaining orgasm,” he said quietly, while glancing at her file, “have you had relations with anyone lately?!?” “No,” she replied quickly, “not in over two years!!!” “Although there certainly nothing wrong with celibacy,” he said reassuringly, “it only makes sense if you truly wish to avoid having sex, and since you’re here, I can take it that that is not the case with you, am I correct in assuming this?!?” “Yes, that is correct,” she answered, “I want to find out what if feels like to climax!!!” “Good,” he replied, “let’s get started then, slip off your gown and hop up onto the table and lie down, and we’ll start with an exam!!!”