"Get in the stirrups, please"

Dr. Takanaka gestured to the exam chair.

"The... the stirrups...?" Jenn asked with concern, "I'm here for that mark on my back."

"Well," Dr. Takanaka lowered her voice with a sigh, "that can be a sign of cancer, and given your ... sexual activity," Dr. Takanaka grumbled those words with gritted teeth, "it's best to figure out all sources of cancer, not just the skin."

"B.. but..." Jenn tried to explain that she hadn't had any sex (well, except for old rabbit ears) since Samantha was born when she was halfway through college, almost a year after the great falling out. But Dr. Takanaka had firmly grabbed her wrist and she sighed that it was no use, getting on the chair and spreading her legs into the stirrups.

"Ummm... doctor..." Jenn finally noticed the chill in the room, "would it be a bother to get a gown?"

"I'll be examining your breasts later," the doctor coldly filled Jenn with a new source of dread, "so I don't see the point. At least now we have the door closed," as she held lube in one gloved hand and a speculum in the other.