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“Go ahead and take everything off,” Nurse Cathy told me in the exam room. “Put your clothes on the hooks and put on the gown that’s hanging there.” She turned to Shelly. “You can sit down in the chair over there, Mrs. Carpenter. Is Grace in her training panties yet?”
I froze, standing in front of the hooks the nurse had pointed to, just looking at the blue hospital gown. I’d only had one gynecological exam before and the memory of how strange and oddly revealing the gown had felt came back to my mind, jumbled with my mortifying memories from the night before. The new impression, of Nurse Cathy asking my foster mother about my underwear, seemed to root me to the spot, unable to start undressing.
“She is,” Shelly confirmed. “Only for a few minutes, though—we just came from the store.”
“I see,” the nurse replied, tapping something on her tablet. “Well, Grace, we’re quite busy today, so hurry up, please and get undressed. While you do, go ahead and tell me about your sexual history, please. Were you intimate with anyone before you were enrolled into the New Modesty?”
I scrunched up my face very hard for a moment, feeling a little bit of water well up in each eye, which I then blinked away furiously. Then I started to take off my dress.
“I dated,” I told her, determining to give as little information as I possibly could.
“Boys?” the nurse asked.
I nodded. I had the dress off. I hung it on one of the hooks. At least talking to the nurse while I took off my clothes distracted me a bit.
“How many?” Nurse Cathy inquired. I thought I could hear a bit of disapproval in her tone, as if she felt certain I would say ten or twelve or twenty.
“Two,” I told her. I sat down to take off my shoes and socks, focusing my attention entirely on my feet.
“Mm-hmm,” she said, tapping the tablet. “And how intimate were you with them?”
I swallowed hard. “What does that mean?” I demanded, looking up at the woman, who had an unapologetic, unsympathetic look on her face.
“Grace!” Shelly put in. “Keep a civil tongue in your head, or Mr. Carpenter’s going to hear about it.”
“Mrs. Carpenter,” said the nurse, “you said Mr. Carpenter disciplined her last night?”
“That’s right,” Shelly told her. “Then he brought her to orgasm several times.”
More taps on the tablet. I bit my lip hard, but a little whimper came out through my nose nonetheless. My face felt like the surface of the sun. The feeling of unreality I had had about the previous night seemed impossible to remember now.
“And your husband uses a paddle?” Nurse Cathy asked.
“A strap,” Shelly supplied. “It’s been in his family a long time.”
“Thank you.” The nurse tapped for a few seconds, then she turned back to me. “Take your underwear off, too, Grace,” she reminded me, “and put on the gown, please.”
She waited for me to stand up and turn around before she continued, “How intimate were you with the boys you dated? It means exactly what it sounds like.”
I started to pull the bralette over my head.
“I don’t know,” I said, hearing sullenness creep into my voice. I clearly couldn’t defy the stupid nurse, because Shelly obviously only needed the slightest excuse to report me to Jake. At least I didn’t have to be happy about it. “Second base, I guess?”
“So that means you let them touch your breasts?” Nurse Cathy asked. “Under your shirt and your bra?”
I looked down at the bralette in my hands, and at the little A-cup mounds of my breasts, with their tiny pink nipples.
“I don’t usually wear a bra,” I said as dismissively as I dared.
“So, under your shirt?” the nurse followed up patiently. “They touched your nipples?”
My mouth twisted to the side. I dropped the bralette onto the chair and hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my horrible training panties before I could think enough about it to get embarrassed.
“That’s right,” I told Nurse Cathy.
CHAPTER 13
Cal
