’ Verite spotted what Meleth did not, from her frontal position, unlike the view that the tiefling was granted. The woman’s neck and upper arm was...mottled with bruising, just barely seen through the material of her chemise before the rest was obscured by her dress. Meleth smiled, her expression jovial still. ‘Man or a woman?’ ‘Man, please.’ Her tone fleetingly became more clipped, as though the very suggestion that she might enjoy a dalliance with one of the fairer sex was an offense. Not. “Yes, of course, doctor,” she answered shyly.He felt a little impatient. After all, this was hardly the first time she’d been here for treatment and she should know the routine by now. However, he tried to imagine the frustration and embarrassment she must feel in her condition, so he did his best to show compassion.“Now then, Miss Martin, please spread your legs for me so that I can begin treatment. But before I do, I’d like to suggest that you close your eyes and pretend that I’m not even. My nipples grow taut when I think of me on my knees before you as you sit in your chair. I pull into a parking spot close to the door of the building, flip open the visor mirror, and double check that all is in place. I close the visor, get out of the car, and almost skip to the door. I am so giddy with excitement and I am so turned on my face is flushed. Thankfully, I only used a dab of blush. I reach the lobby door and have to take in a deep breath, mustering all the courage I can to continue. Laughing to himself, thinking about the vodka he had added to the milk. “It's almost gone now,” he said laughing. “Did any of it get in your mouth, sweetheart.” He reached over and smeared the chocolate milk across her chin with his thumb. She laughed when she noticed that some had dripped on her shirt. “Go change your shirt so we can wash it,” he ordered. He took a large drink of his coffee, ignoring the burning as he poured the sour liquid down his throat. He watched as his daughter got up.