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Trey would graduate Greenleaf High this year and was far too busy with his soccer buddies to spend any time at home. What she really hated was her dreary, predictable, and unfulfilling life. Still, Lucille reflected, she appreciated that the girl had given voice to her own inner feeling that her sexual energies were wasted in her current marriage. Does the child think I'm going to catch a nap God, she hated pelvics. The PA turned on her heel and exited the examination room abruptly, leaving Lucille feeling vulnerable and foolish in her position. Now, you get comfortable and I'll be right back." Lucille lay back on the cushion, pointlessly tugging her gown down over her slim upper thighs. "Just lie back, now," she said as she flipped the table's obstetric stirrups into place and adjusted their height. There may be something hormonally unusual in your.I tell you what, let's just start with the regular exam and go from there."Ĭourtney stood up and walked to Lucille. "In most women," she began, "the sudden drop in the body's estrogen production during menopause is accompanied by steady decreases in the estradiol and testosterone levels. Then she straightened, sat forward in her chair, and engaged Lucille with a studiedly serious gaze. "It's certainly your husband's loss," she said. He falls asleep during Simpsons reruns most nights and he hasn't looked at me in, Christ, at least five years."Ĭourtney kept her head down, assiduously taking notes, but Lucille could have sworn the younger woman suppressed a smile at her patient's tirade. "Maritalyoung lady, my Frank is counting the days to retirement from his accounting firm.
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"And how does this affect your marital relations?" The young PA appeared keenly interested now. I want to jump every man who walks by in the Walmart." There are days I feel like I'm going nuts. Damn it, I'm.I'm getting aroused all the time."Īt least now I've got her goddamned attention, Lucille thought.
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"That's not the problem," Lucille insisted. "If you're finding intercourse uncomfortable, there are drug therapies we can start you on. "I apologize, but let's not break our backs to be delicate about it. Aldrich, some decrease in libido is normal." Lucille guessed the blue-smocked PA was about the age of her own daughter. "Ah." Courtney plucked a pen from behind her ear, brushing a few strands of dark hair out of the way. "I thought.this problem might be easier to discuss with another woman. "You usually see Doctor Norman," Courtney said. In fact, her current predicament had everything to do with her age. Only her silver hair and the fine lines etched at the corners of her mouth and wide grey eyes suggested her true age.Īnd that's just vanity, Lucille chided herself silently. Her small breasts were still high and firm enough that she could go braless if she chose. She was lithe and supple of limb and she hadn't gained a pound in twenty yearsin fact, she could wear her twenty-seven-year-old daughter Jamie's skinny jeans. In truth, she took more pride in her appearance than she thought modesty ought to allow. It was not just the cold tabletop that made her uncomfortable now. "I can see that you're very fit." She looked Lucille up and down appraisingly. "Of course." Courtney closed the folder and looked directly at Lucille, smiling. "I've got two grandchildren to keep me busy, and a boy of my own still at home. "You're fifty-one." Courtney read aloud, "blood pressure 120 over 60, cholesterol good, all the standard tests come back negative. She shifted uncomfortably and watched as Courtney Harris, the young physician assistant who worked in Norman's practice, flipped through her medical records. She wore nothing but a backless, pink paper robe, and the green vinyl upholstery of the table was cold against her slender ass cheeks. At one o'clock in the afternoon on a Tuesday in May, Lucille Aldrich sat on the edge of an examination table in Doctor Norman's office.