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I lay on the exam table after having done the usual check-up on the twins, it’s my turn next, I’m wearing a loose dress, in the clinic downstairs that had been converted to a full blown hospital at the time I had the kids. Every other week, Dr. Andrea comes by for check ups. It’s safe to say I’ve forgiven her for the last time, when she delivered my babies, placing them in my arms safely. I would have let bygones be even with the devil himself.

I am indebted to her.

She goes on asking me questions as she just does at the end of our visits.

“How are you feeling?”

“Better, not as tired as I used to be” Thank God for that.

Taking off her gloves, she tosses them in the trash before rolling her chair back with a push.

“Anything you’d like to tell me?”

My eyebrow goes up as I sit up straightening my dress “Such as…?” I trailed off as I was lost.

“How you’re feeling any pain during sex?”

My heart jumps to my throat, trying to keep a straight face I shake my head negative. There’