"Got yourself in a little trouble, eh? Remove your clothing and hop into the stirrups," Mr. Young told her when she arrived to the facility for her appointment. There was something about Mr. Young she really disliked. He's a sadist, she thought, wrinkling her nose at him. He caught her expression. Hopefully he took it to mean a dislike of the stirrups and not of him personally. With her shirt and skirt off and folded, she climbed up onto the examination chair, wincing a little as her weight settled onto her still-tender backside. She set her feet in the stirrups, and leaned back. The one thing she could say about Mr. Young was that he wasn't a pervert. -Well he was a pervert, but she didn't fear for her safety, around him. If he was a bad-guy, he'd have taken her up on her proposition the
