"Better have a look at this," he said, and had Joyce hold her smock up to her neck while he stared at her tits in his hands, feeling of them deeply, massaging them. No matter how hard she bit her lip, her treacherously responsive nipples swelled slowly and inexorably to rubbery stiffness. It was because she'd been without sex for too long. It was because of the excitement of at last being ready to work as a doctor. It certainly wasn't because she had blindly fallen in love with the handsome, single man before her who was fondling her tits.

"Not sure about this lump. We'll check it later. Pretty breasts. Damned nice figure," he said, showing the male chauvinist pig in him. "You could have done just as well as a Las Vegas show girl as you did at med school."

"Thank you," she said crisply. "Is that all now? I'd like to find a motel and get some sleep. It was a long drive."

"Nonsense. You're staying right here at the offices, in the apartment I lived in when I first came to Roseville. It'll save you money, and you'll be here to answer emergency night calls, lust take it easy on entertaining the men you'll attract here. And you'll sure attract them," he said.

She hated his snide remarks about her attractiveness. She hated his hands on her that way, but she couldn't look away from them. Eyes

cast down, blushing, she looked at his fingers moving on her stiff nipples and, the little hemispheres of her tits. Her heart was pounding and yet her body felt all relaxed. She felt very tingly and alive, and at the same time pleasantly drowsy. She wanted to go to bed and sleep for a week, and yet she was very ready for her first patient.