Chapter 11

The replacement of the police force in the north had been a bad move. The Nationalists had interpreted it as an undercover method of replacing the locally elected authority with soldiers who would do the government's dirty work. Students in the university towns of the north went on strike, and found some sympathy with those in the capital.

Their demands escalated from the reinstatement of the police to better pay for state employees, a shorter working week and a minimum wage. The television reports were full of small riots, looting in the north and beatings of ringleaders. Lauren and Jamie felt sure that the situation had been mishandled, and groaned when state electricity workers threatened to work to rule, effectively banning overtime and posing the possibility of power outages.

Outwardly, Lauren smiled and dismissed it lightly. Europe had it's periods of discontent, rarely lasting more than a few days and certainly manageable. But the sheer pace of escalation and the venom with which some of the interviewees spoke made Switzerland feel all the more like home. But while Rome burned, the children relaxed. Mr. Quintero arrived and taught them furiously for two days. Probably just enough to be able to morally claim his stipend. Lauren discarded her beautiful dressing gown, and when Elizabeth and Gustav were not at home (six days of the week) she would wander round in her bikini, with a cardigan (good old mum) over her shoulders when indoors. She delighted in the freedom, the sheer ease of getting up, pulling on two pieces of clothing and then being ready for the day. Jamie stared at her for the first morning and then took little notice.

Lauren also made a promise to herself that she would get rid of her pale skin as soon as possible by sunbathing for at least an hour every afternoon once the sun had lost it's full force. Her tan had increased dramatically even during the first ten days of her stay, and she was proud of the difference in colour between her breasts and her stomach. She even started doing exercises, pull-ups in her bedroom. Thirty before breakfast, and another thirty at night. Each morning, she would slip out of bed, discard her clothes and lay down on the floor of her lounge. Cheating slightly with her toes under the TV table, she grunted and groaned as she pulled herself up and then flopped back against the soft cushion. That was there so that she didn't hurt her head if she became too enthusiastic.

On Thursday morning, Lauren and Emma left Jamie at home and drove down to the doctor's house for her appointment. Elizabeth reiterated her admiration for the man, saying that she only wished more doctors would refrain from prescribing pills for every ailment and revert to more natural remedies.

The receptionist recognised Emma and waved them both through. "He's not got anyone with him. Just knock and go straight in." Disinfectant hung in the air, warding off zealous inspectors.

The doctor's surgery was similar to a million others in the world. It was clean, white and functional. Lauren and Emma sat next to him while he pulled up her records on a computer terminal. Lauren raised her eyebrows in admiration of his submission to technology.

"Emma. Lovely to see you again! And you are?" Emma spoke to him in Spanish, and he switched to French. Or his version of it anyway.

"Lauren." She was relieved to speak her language, but still found herself using simple words, and gesticulating a lot. "I'm au pair at the household. From Switzerland. Been here about ten days." she said loudly, holding up her fingers.

"Welcome to Boquette. Now, Emma, what can we do for you today?"

"I think I have a rash. I got it about four days ago, I think."

"OK, now where is it?"

"Down here" said Emma, pointing to her skirt.

The doctor tapped quickly on his terminal. "OK, and does it hurt all the time?"

"No, but when it does it's really warm. Not burning, just warm"

"When you go to the toilet?"

"No, any time"

"OK, take your flip-flops off and jump up on the bed, then we can take a look."

Lauren sat strategically opposite the bed as she watched Emma shuffle up onto the sheet, her legs dangling over the edge. She could see the little-girl shape of her young breasts and a hint of white knickers covering her mound where her skirt lay tight across her legs. She could also see the look of anguish on Emma's face as the two girls exchanged glances. The doctor rose and took her blood pressure, grunting as the air hissed out. He turned and tapped numbers into his terminal - clearly a recently acquired plaything. He examined her eyes, ears and mouth before breathing on his stethoscope and rubbing it on his shirt. He looked at her blouse. Emma sat calmly with her hands at her side, watching him with nervous interest. "Now, let's undo a few of these shall we?" he mumbled, popping three or four of the little buttons. Lauren could see her nipples and quickly glanced at the terminal as though thoroughly disinterested in the little girls budding breasts. The doctor pushed the material to one side with the stethoscope and listened as he gazed at the wall beyond.

"Deep breath! In. And out. In, and out. Lovely." As he returned from his terminal once again, he guided her legs up onto the bed. "Lie down for a while and we'll check out the rest." Emma lay back, hands behind her head, her taut, tanned little breasts poking skywards, exposed to Lauren's gaze. The doctor prodded her stomach and undid the buttons a little more until the two halves of the blouse fell aside. He watched closely as he applied pressure just below her navel and removed his fingers, roving around the general area and pressing in her side.

"That's good. Now let's move your skirt out of the way and have a look down here, shall we?" Emma squirmed on the bed as he pushed her skirt up over her thighs and rested it on her stomach. "OK, lift your bottom a little" he said as he tugged at her tiny briefs.

He pulled them so that her pubic hair was just visible above the waistband. Turning to a cupboard, he got a pair of cream-coloured plastic gloves out of a big box and pulled them on. He prodded again, clearly causing some discomfort to Emma as she curled up her lip. Lauren caught a glimpse of the fair coloured hair that rose between her legs and looked away quickly as Emma caught her stare.

"Does that hurt?"

"A little. Not much"

"OK, bottom up again." Her knickers came down to her knees and he ventured further, feeling the inside of her thighs and pushing his thumbs against her hip bones. Moving to the bottom of the bed, he pulled her knickers off the remainder of the way.

"Can you look after these for me?" he asked, handing the knickers to her.

Emma smiled thinly as he took her feet in one hand and pushed back towards her bottom, very gently parting her legs as her knees rose up into the air.

"What a wonderful tan! You must have spent all summer outdoors! Have you been swimming?"

"Yes, but only in the pool. Lauren wanted to take us to the beach but the tide was out so we came home." She raised her head to try and see what he was doing, resting on her elbows. Her face had reddened and she was clearly uncomfortable with the examination. She glanced at Lauren quickly who smiled back, giving her sympathy and encouragement. Emma could see him pressing against the hair above her pussy, and then slowly running her labia between his fingers. The fingers of his left hand separated her pussy lips while he took a small torch from his pocket and shone it over her, nodding and adding his own encouragement as he explored her damp pussy. He replaced the torch, and looking into the distance, he gently prodded the entrance to her vagina.

"Ow!"

"Does that hurt?"

"A bit. It's just warm"

He snapped off the gloves and pulled on another pair. "Face the wall, please" he said, pushing her away so that she had her back to Lauren. "Curl up in a ball" He pulled up the cheek to her bottom and squeezed a tube of jelly against her anus. He wiped it all around the tiny hole, occasionally pushing a little inside as Emma wriggled on the bed. "Deep breath now, please." Lauren breathed in with Emma as he slid his index finger an inch inside her.

"Oh, please, that feels so..."

The doctor pulled out gently and probed the crinkled area, pressing around the opening and peering carefully at the reaction to his finger. "One more time, hold still, a little deeper now."

Emma simply groaned, realising that protest would have little effect. His finger pressed firmly into her before twisting, exploring then emerging back into daylight.

"OK, there's some inflammation. I'm going to check once more as deep as I can. Now, relax one more time"

The doctor probed gently, waiting until her muscles relaxed against his finger, then pushed his latex finger deep inside her. She groaned, curling up tighter like a baby. As he probed, his free hand moved over her stomach, probing carefully, until his hand slid down, over her sparse pubic hair and pushed between her tightly clenched thighs. He pushed against her groin, forcing his finger deeper still into her rectum.

"Oh, please! No more!" gasped Emma, her knuckles white as she gripped her knees tight against her chest.

Slowly removing his finger, he pulled off the gloves again and threw them in the rubbish. "It's as I thought. I just want to confirm your temperature then we'll be done!" he said cheerfully. He took hold of her hips and swung her onto her knees. She steadied herself with her hands while her bottom thrust up into the air. "As you said, the heat seems to be inside you. I think it's a mild inflammation caused by a virus that's often found this time of year, but I want to be absolutely sure!"

>From a drawer beside his terminal he took a metal cylinder which unscrewed to reveal a thick thermometer about five inches in length. He shook it carefully, not so much because it was glass but as though it was a treasured possession. Lauren thought it might have even been presented to him by an admirer.

He returned to Emma, held her bottom and the thermometer with his left hand while he re-applied the jelly around her little hole. Emma gasped as he once again intruded inside her with his finger.

"Good girl. Now, let's quickly see how hot you are." He positioned the thermometer against her opening and peered round her bottom. "I'm going to put this thermometer inside your bottom. Just relax and let it go in, OK? Deep breath again please!" With a practiced flamboyance he twirled the thermometer around in his fingers, greasing it up once again before slowly and steadily pushing it inside the little girl.

"Oh, that's enough! No further!" gasped Emma.

"It's OK, it can't hurt you. It'll just feel a little strange, that's all."

The doctor pushed further, turning occasionally until almost the whole of the instrument was buried inside her. Lauren stole a glance, her stomach lurching at the sight of Emma, facing the wall in shame, her tiny breasts brushing against the bed and her thin legs holding her bottom high in the air. The tip of the thermometer was just visible. Lauren felt the familiar rush of blood between her legs and the churning inside her, the harbinger of pleasure awake and on the prowl. She would have paid money to move ninety degrees around the bed.

He looked at his watch and twirled the instrument one more time before slowly pulling it from her. Emma squealed loudly as it finally emerged.

"Well done, that looks OK. It's as I thought, you have an inflammation." He pulled a paper towel from a dispenser on the wall and guided her back down onto her side, now facing Lauren. He stood right in front of Emma's head so that the girls couldn't see each other and taking her left foot, raised her leg so that he could wipe her pussy and anus as though she was an infant. Lauren swayed from the full, unrestricted view of the little girl's slippery pussy even though she was seated. Her pulse raced feverishly.

"OK, well done, you can get dressed now!" Emma laid on her back and pulled her knickers up over her legs, then swung over the edge and pulled them up the rest of the way. Lauren preserved her modesty by turning to the doctor.

"Well, it's as I thought. You're the second young lady in here today with this infection. If you haven't been in the sea then I'm at a loss to know how you've got it."

"Could I get it from dirty hands do you think?"

"It's unlikely, I'm sure your house is spotless. Anyway, the remedy is easy. I'm going to give you this herbal preparation. I could give you antibiotics but this is just as good and much, much cheaper." He turned to Lauren. "I think this is just a case of bacterial infection, but mixed with some bug with a long Latin name. This will have to be administered once a day, at any time you like, but don't let it get washed off too quickly."

Lauren nodded. "I think you can stay out of the pool for a while, can't you?" said Lauren rhetorically.

"The cream will cool the area but the source of the heat is internal. I'm afraid the bad news is that to get maximum benefit you'll have to make sure this is administered internally, and her pubic hair will have to be removed for two reasons. To reduce any potential breeding ground and to keep the area as cool as possible. It'll soon grow again"

Lauren look aghast. "What, you mean take it off. Like shave it?"

"Yes. I'd do it for you now but I must close the surgery at five today. Just take care, use plenty of soap and several razors. Think you'll manage?"

"Yeah" said Lauren, turning to Emma to see if she understood the implications. It was clear that she didn't.

"Internally means in her vagina and anus. Deep but don't force it. Make sure your hands are spotlessly clean each time before you put the gloves on." He looked at Lauren. "Sure you'll manage?"

Her head swam with visions of what she would have to do. "Sure, we'll be OK." It felt that the devil himself was slapping down temptation after temptation in front of her, just to see how much it would take to break her resolve. They left with a prescription and wandered across to the Pharmacy on the other side of the square. Five minutes later they were back in the car, heading slowly home.

"I wonder where I got it from?"

"Don't know." said Lauren, concentrating on the road.

"It felt funny when he touched me. But he was very gentle. How long do I have to take the medicine?"

"Until it's all gone, I think. You have to have it once a day. About a week."

"It's a bit like suntan cream!"

"Except that this has to go inside" Lauren sensed that this was slowly sinking in and so decided to get it over with quickly. "Because you're getting too hot, the doctor says we need to keep the area as cool as possible." She paused again and drew in a breath as she pulled of the road onto the long driveway. "We'll have to cut off the little hairs down there to keep you as cool as possible"

Silence. "Is that why you bought the razors and cream?"

"Mmm" said Lauren.

"But I don't know how to do it, I'll cut myself!"

"Oh Emma, don't be silly, I'll help you!" said Lauren as she crunched along the gravel driveway.

"Oh thanks" beamed Emma in wondrous amazement. "I'm sorry for all the trouble!" she said, resting her head on Lauren's shoulder as the car pulled up.

"Hey! That's what us girls are for, right? It'll be a pleasure!" she said, jumping down from the drivers seat.

Lauren sorted through the mail while making tea. One letter from her mother and the remainder for Gustav and Elizabeth. She set the bills aside, ready for their return. After tea, Emma and Lauren made their excuses and slipped into Lauren's bedroom. They had decided that it was probably best to take the medicine just before bed so that it would do it's work through the night. Lauren ushered her into the little lounge and showed her into the bathroom.