"Heather" Chapter 2
Incest Man
HEATHER
Chapter 2
HEATHER GOES THROUGH THE DOOR...
Almost unconsciously, Heather found herself walking up the
three
small steps behind the man, who had turned around and walked back in
just
as she had started to question him. In a step or two, she was inside
the
townhouse, standing in a foyer.
The man had disappeared.
Heather looked around.
Not too shabby, Heather thought. She was standing on a
pinkish-hued
marble floor, underneath a stainless steel chandelier. There were what
look
to be original oil paintings on the walls of the foyer. They weren't
the
great masters, of course, but they were good. The foyer had several
hallways
leading to the interior of the townhouse. Heather decided to follow
one.
The marble continued, but it was covered by a gray silk Chinese rug.
Along
the walls of the hallway, hanging gallery style, were more paintings,
some
oils, some water colors, but all obviously the work of the same person.
The
scenes were seascapes.
Heather followed the hallway to its end, where she found a door
with
a small engraved sign on it. "Office," it said. Feeling a little bit
like
Alice following the Mad Hatter, Heather reached for the doorknob,
turned it,
pushed open the door and walked into the office.
She immediately stepped onto a think, sink-up-to-your-ankles
white
wool carpet. Pure white, as white as snow. Heather looked around, saw
the
man she had seen earlier sitting behind a glass desk, in a thick red
leather
swivel chair. The man's feet were up on the desk. He looked
disheveled,
although well-dressed.
In his 40s, Heather thought. Brown hair, some gray, moustache
and
obviously near-sighted. Expensive shirt and cable-knit white sweater.
Looks intelligent.
"Sit down, young lady," the man said in a commanding but gentle
voice. "I'm Doctor Miller. How can I help you?"
"I read your ad, Dr. Miller," Heather said. "I'm Heather
Longfellow.
I'd like to find out about your experiment."
"First," the doctor said, "call me Alan. The experiment is
exactly
as described in the ad. I am measuring female orgasmic response and
I'm
looking for subjects. Are you interested?"
"How do you conduct your experiment?," Heather asked. "I mean,
how
do you get a woman sexually excited enough to achieve an orgasm? Do
you use
special equipment?"
Dr. Miller chucked a little. "Yes, I do," he said. It is my
own
equipment and it is very special, at least to me. Before I answer any
more
of your questions, however, I need you to sign a release and take a
physical
exam. Is that any problem for you?"
Heather's eyes were darting around the room, looking at the
doctor's
med school graduate certificates, licenses to practice, books and
mementos.
She still hadn't a clue as to what she was getting herself into.
"I guess its okay," Heather said. "Let me sign the release."
"Fine," the doctor said. "There's a changing room next door.
Please remove your clothes, put on the dressing gown and go into the
room
marked 'Examination.' I'll be with you shortly."
Heather got up and got into the changing room. It was more
like
a woman's dressing room, with an Empire chair, round mirror with make
up
lights, a shower and a large glass cabinet. Inside the cabinet were
sealed
packages of several brands of expensive makeup and sealed applicators.
There was also a closet with padded hangers.
First class so far, Heather thought, as she hung up her coat
and
began removing her clothes. She found a white silk bathrobe hanging in
the closet. It, too, seemed new. She put on the gown and walked into
the
next room.
The doctor was already there.
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