Unlocking My Private Locker: The Doctor’s Forbidden Touch
Deep in my private locker, I unlock this vaulted memory. The one that still makes my pulse race. Sitting in the doctor’s waiting room, I eyed the sleazy salesman across from me. BMW keys on the table, staring at my legs in that short gray skirt. My work lingerie gig demanded sexy chic—bronzed thighs crossed,…