Laura Allen is thirty-two and has never been kissed or touched, schooled by a devout mother to treat wanting as wickedness and her flesh as something she must not know.
She arrives at the clinic ignorant of pleasure, and the doctor diagnoses vaginismus, then outlines a course of dilators, pelvic floor stimulation, and hands-on guidance.
Laura believes him. On the table he conducts each session until she climaxes on his fingers and says his name, after which he praises her so-called progress.
He tells her he is proud of her and that she still requires his care, a claim he makes of every woman who trusts him there.
