Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 39278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 196(@200wpm)___ 157(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 196(@200wpm)___ 157(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
“We had a scare at our house. A man lost his business at the mall after his wife died. He was understandably angry and chose to kidnap an employee in the food court to get his demand to speak to me. Coco has had bad dreams and has slept poorly after seeing the coverage on the news,” Roman explained.
“That would definitely be scary, Coco. Do you usually sleep well?”
She relaxed a bit and shared, “Not always. I’ve always had nightmares off and on.”
“Some sleep disturbances are caused by something being off inside one’s body. Others from emotional or mental stress. I’ll keep my eye out for anything that I can tweak to help you,” Dr. Richards told her.
His voice changed a bit as he talked to her Daddy. “Roman, she definitely needs to be on a simple vitamin supplement at least. Little girls usually don’t eat a balanced diet of fruits and veggies to support their needs completely. I’ll do some blood work and see what Coco’s particular needs are. I can create a formula that will address anything she’s lacking.”
“That would be incredible, Dr. Richards. I’m trying to balance her diet, but Coco definitely doesn’t eat like she should.”
“Then, we’ll plan on that as well as you continuing to offer a variety of foods with a diet limiting too many sweets and junk foods. Okay, let’s see how this temperature is.”
He withdrew the large tube, refiring all those nerve endings as the thermometer glided past them. “Hmmm…. A bit elevated, but I’m going to chock that up to the stress of being here. Roman, help Coco sit up now.”
Dr. Richards stripped off his gloves and stepped close with a lighted instrument when she had settled into place. “Look at me, Coco. I’m going to check your eyes, ears, nose and throat.”
His efficient exam reassured Coco. She relaxed a bit more as she became more comfortable with him. It still felt weird to be naked in the exam room. Coco squeezed her bottom. The thick lubricant made her buttocks slide against each other, reminding her he wasn’t done with her small entrance.
Dr. Richards pressed along her spine before instructing, “Okay, Coco. Put your hands behind your head. I’ll check your breasts while you’re seated.”
Her face heated once again, making Coco wonder if the color had ever subsided since she’d walked into this room. Slowly, she raised her hands into position.
Dr. Richards stepped back and looked at her breasts. “Roman, always check for any dimpling or bulges. Coco, let your Daddy help you lie back. You’re doing so well.”
He approached the table and told Roman, “Every month after her period, check her breasts. Work in a circular pattern so you don’t miss any spaces.” He demonstrated on one breast before moving to the other. “Then, be sure to squeeze her nipple firmly to check for discharge. Coco’s breasts are very easy to check.”
“Got it, Dr. Richards,” Roman said, making a note for himself.
“Okay, Coco. I’m going to prod different spots on your abdomen. Let me know if anything is tender.” Dr. Richards pressed a firm hand across her abdomen. He lingered in a couple places on her lower abdomen. “Hmmm.”
Coco said nothing when he hit a couple of sore spots. She didn’t want him to investigate anything more intently.
“Is something wrong?” Roman asked. His eyebrows drew together with concern.
“Perhaps. I feel some swelling in a couple of places. It could be simply the aftermath of her enema prep or Coco’s intestines may be slightly inflamed. Do you have any trouble going to the bathroom, Coco?”
She tried not to squirm as they both looked at her. Did they need to know everything about her? “No, not really.”
“What does that mean, Coco?” Dr. Richards’ eyes seemed to burrow into her brain.
“I mean sometimes I go every day.”
“And sometimes you go several days without moving your bowels?” Dr. Richards asked.
Coco hesitated for a minute. Somehow, they’d know if she didn’t tell the truth. Her Daddy wouldn’t hesitate to spank her here. “Yeah. Sometimes,” she whispered.
“Thank you for being honest, Coco. I can help you with that as well. Roman, add keeping track to your list. If Coco goes three days without pooping, she needs an enema.”
“Nooo. I’ll go,” Coco promised.
“Your bottom needs medicine, Coco. You didn’t tell me, but I would bet a million dollars that your tummy is tender here and here,” Dr. Richards said, pushing on those two spots.
“Tell the truth, Little girl,” Roman said with a stern look.
“Maybe a bit,” she conceded. Roman and Dr. Richards exchanged a telling look that told her they wouldn’t let her get away with anything. He ran his hands over her legs and down to her toes.
“Alright, Little girl. Let’s get your feet in these supports and I’ll finish your exam.” He slid the metal stirrups into place on the exam table. These featured restraining bands.