One forty over eighty-four." The nurse pulled the cuff from his arm. "Seventy-eight beats per minute."
Aron
Good." The easy, genial smile came back. "My apologies for offending you. Eileen
Eileen Miller
She looked down, abashed. "It's okay. I know you're just trying to do your job
See? That's better. Now we can get started." He handed the clipboard to the nurse, then placed a hand on her shoulder and unfastened the drawstring of the paper gown. She felt acutely aware of his presence; that and the heat of his hand through the thin paper made her shift uncomfortably.
Aron
We will start with a bre@st exam."
He slipped the paper robe off one shoulder, exposing her bre@st to the cool air. She looked away, self-conscious. His fingers pressed and probed the soft skin; she flinched and drew away. His other hand remained firm on her shoulder, holding her steady. His hand slid under her bre@st, questing fingers probing and pressing, causing her to squirm in self-conscious embarrassment. The intimacy of the touch, combined with the doctor's clinical detachment, made her feel acutely self-aware, and she trembled as his hand moved around her bre@st in a long slow spiral. He brushed her n;pple, and she turned away and suppressed a small shudder. Having a stranger's hands on her body in such a familiar way made her profoundly uncomfortable, and she sighed with relief when he finished and slipped the gown back up over her shoulder
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