A Doctor

"What's the matter?" asked the man

"My mum just threw me out of the house because I said her boyfriend was touching me, which he was. I haven't got any place to go, or any money, some boys just tried to **** me and I think I've broken my ankle."

"Let me have a look" said the man "I'm a doctor."

The doctor examined Anne's ankle, at first he thought that she had a protruding bone, but then he realized that, for some reason she had a bone stuck down her sock. He pulled it out.

"What's this?" he asked

"That's my lucky bone." Said Anne "Can I have it back?"

"I'll hold onto it for now, O.k?" He asked.

"O.k." said Anne.

As Dr. Richards (the doctor's name) examined Anne's ankle he tried to keep his mind off the fact that she was young and **** and that her pussy was so close. Richards had barely made it through medical school without a reprimand and it had taken all his willpower not to do something that would lead to a malpractice suit since. His problem was that he was more interested in the female anatomy than was healthy for a man in his position. He was especially interested in the way women reacted during states of heightened sexual arousal (obsessed one might say). As much as it attracted him he had avoid gynecology, because he knew that one day he would be unable to control his urge to stimulate a patient's clitoris, an act which would most likely get him fired, if not imprisoned.

Still he found himself wishing that this girl needed a breast and gynecological exam instead of an ankle. And despite himself he wished that she was naïve enough to trust that whatever he did was 'professional'. He didn't even notice the bone in his hand warm up.

"Oh Doctor" said Anne "My mother's boyfriend put his hands on my breasts and ... inside me. It hurt… I'm so worried that he damaged something… Could you take a look and make sure I'm O.k?"

Dr. Richards couldn't believe his ears. Was she actually asking for the exact things he had wished in his darkest desires that she would? If so he needed more privacy, and given what he wanted to do he couldn't take her to the hospital. Would she be naïve enough to let him take her home?

"O.k." he said "But I think we need to get you cleaned up first. How about I take you back to my place so you can take a shower, after that we can see if your breasts and vagina are still undamaged."

"Oh yes," said Anne "Thank you. Thank you so much."

Dr. Richards took Anne to his car and drove her back to his house. As they reached the front door he realized that he still had her lucky charm in his pocket.