The Doctor Is In

I hate going to the doctor.

Why is it that we are required to fork out cash in order to get felt up and we don't even get dinner first?

Fortunately, I have a particularly nice doctor...a nice doctor who engages me in interesting conversation in an effort to distract me from the fact that I'm in stirrups and spread eagle with a light pointed straight at my hoo ha.

Yesterday's exam was no different. We discussed my upcoming trip to London, during which he happened to mention that he'd visited there a few years ago.

See, now would be a good time to mention that I have trouble concentrating when I'm being poked and prodded by a strange man, so my initial response to his comment was a lackluster, "Oh really?"

It wasn't until he removed his head from between my legs that I regained enough sense to recall what I was supposed to be discussing, despite the fact that 5 minutes of silence had already passed.

Dutifully I sat up and smiled as he slid his chair back.

"So, did you see anything you liked?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Pardon?"

My face flushed with heat as I realized how poorly timed my comment had been.

"In London. Did you see anything you liked in LONDON?"