CHAPTER TWO
Dr. Ralph Espizza seemed like a nice man as far as Pris was concerned. He was a gynecologist, and he had welcomed her into his office the following day. Pris was wearing a white blouse with a red miniskirt, and red pantyhose, to match. Since these were opaque pantyhose, there was no need for her to wear an additional pair of panties. Her shoulder-length black hair fell around her white face, framing it and making her seem even more beautiful in the eyes of the doctor.
Espizza was a tall man, about six feet two and a half inches tall, and though he had a barrel chest, there was no fat on him. His brown hair was thinning on top, and he smiled good-naturedly. Pris would soon learn that everything the doctor did, he did good-naturedly.
At first, they sat in his office discussing
