My optician Dr. Adams had worked hard to get his own practice and he was about to blow it all by ravishing one of his patients: nineteen-year-old me.
Alone in that dark room with his face close to mine I start to have sinful thoughts—thoughts that a woman shouldn’t about her much-older eye-doctor. Soon we’re taking advantage of the privacy and I’m chomping at the bit to get at his package. Give it me, Dr. Adams. I want it fired inside me, hot and messy!
