While I was talking to her, I touched her on the face, gently stroked her cheek with a single finger. I was looking her right in those blue eyes, fascinated by the way they widened as I drew my finger over her lips, down her chin and neck and on down her front to trace the outline of her left breast through several layers of clothing. I swear I felt the rigid girl quiver when I touched her on the breast.
I couldn’t help grinning as I reached for the lab coat peeled it back off her shoulders and began dragging it down her limp, passive arms. Under the crisp white jacket, was a sleeveless white blouse tucked into her navy-blue skirt.
My hands were shaking as I reached for the top button. Never taking my eyes off hers, I undid the first button, and was thrilled to see her growing fear sudde
