CHAPTER 11
They woke late, and Sheridan had to hurry to get to her doctor's appointment at ten. The holiday created a rush of people wanting a checkup without having to take off work. At last, after nearly an hour's wait, Sheridan's turn arrived. Dr. Jamison worked quickly and thoroughly, but it didn't matter.
Pap smears are always unpleasant. She shuddered at the uncomfortable sensations and more at the ugly memories they resurrected. As he checked her breasts for lumps, Sheridan winced.
“Does that hurt?” The doctor demanded, concerned wreathing his sharp features in wrinkles.
“I'm just a little sore. I had a… busy night.” She could feel herself blushing at the intimate admission.
“Oh?” The doctor raised his bushy salt and pepper eyebrows. “I don't recall this being an issue before.”
