Chapter Six
“Doctor Rose? It’s Connie; the first-year med student? I called earlier this afternoon.”
Connie stood in the doorway of Doctor Rose’s office. And she was a pleasant surprise after a long afternoon bent over the stainless steel autopsy table. She was as cute as a new-found penny, looking about sixteen in her short plaid skirt and white blouse.
She stood just over five feet in black-leather penny loafers and knee socks. Connie’s thighs had the look of sculpted marble; the muscles nicely defined and the inner flesh looked almost buttery. Thick black curls framed pretty features and, using elastics, she had twigged two sprigs of hair that sprouted from either side of her head. Connie looked like a pixie; a very sexy pixie, Rose thought.
“Connie, sure. I remember. Please come in
