I found a single-toilet bathroom with a locking door, which was for handicapped people. I hadn't decided on my plan for bathrooms yet, but I made a me...tal note to do that later on. The light was a bit dim, but I had a mirror and few moments to myself. I checked my hair, which was still just how I wanted it. It cascaded in soft brown waves over my shoulders, down my back. My makeup seemed fine, even though I wished I had the practice to do a really good job. All I needed to do was slightly touch. After registering, I was led to the room, where I was instructed to change into the hospital gown and wait for the doctor. After a few minutes, there was a light rap on the door and I stood out of respect as the door slowly swung open. I was stunned to see a 30ish, beautiful, blonde doctor enter the room. She had an easy smile and took my hand, when I offered it, to shake hands and introduce ourselves. Electricity crackled through me when I touched her hand and I felt a stirring beneath my. I saw those little black beauties, and put 3 of them in my mouth. I closed my eyes, and just imagined myself sucking those delicate, perfumed toes. I would stop for an occasional nibble, or I would focus on just the big toe, but I must have spent about 5 minutes on each foot, because I had noticed her breathing had gotten heavier, “Nate, please…” “Ok, bitch, you want it rough?!”I forced a kiss out of her, squeezed one of her tits, and moved downwards. I ripped her panties off, and just stared.. It was terrible to have to wait like this. She would not be able to sleep much, if at all. She thought about Amy and Suzanne, about their freedom and how they must be enjoying this evening. She thought about her parents, and wondered what they would think if they could see her now. Why had she done this to herself? Why had she messed up her life like this? If she could only go back and undo everything she did a year ago, she could have a happy, decent life right now. Instead… As much as Wendy’s.