(This title (awful pun narrowly avoided) is going to get us a lot of random hits!)
There I was by myself - waiting for the mammograph.
T-shirt on, bra off for some development that hadn’t been quite understood/explained.
Chap came in with a load of X-ray plates for the radiographer.
He put them down, stood up – young – 40ish – curly hair, stylish casual shirt, slim hips, tight jeans.
He gestured – "take off your shirt"
And again – "hands on your head"
Then he firmly patted and felt my breasts all around.
Standing back he gave me a wonderful smile
‘Impeccable!’ he said.
I rather hope he wasn’t the doctor!
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Saturday, 3 October 2009
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Bloody hope you wrote this one Mum and not John...! (yeah for the breasts!!!)
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