Daddy’s Massage

Dr. Avery gazes intensely into my eyes. “Tell me how you’re feeling.” “You mean right now?” I ask.

“No,” he shakes his head. “You wouldn’t have traveled all this way just to solve some physical discomfort. You came here for a bigger reason, something that’s been keeping you up at night.”

“Well, I mean, it’s a little personal,” I counter softly. “Everything about the procedure I’m about to perform is a little personal,” Dr. Avery says authoritatively. “What’s wrong, little princess? What has you acting so shy?”