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Last December, my husband and I enjoyed our usual Christmas break in Bavaria. I adore it there. Christmas is celebrated the way it should be. There is a air of joy, and Munich, although very busy, is just a very pleasant place to relax and enjoy the festivities. On our return, a Sunday, I had one day to relax before attending a hospital appointment for a consultation with a surgeon. For the past eighteen months I had been having problems with the tendons in my wrist that control my right thumb. They had become stiff and painful. A year before, my GP had administered a steroid injection which had eased the problem but not cured it and now the pain was back but worse, so he had made an appointment for me at the hospital. So it was that I found myself in the waiting area of my local hospital, nervously watching the clock. My husband had stayed at home to catch up on the chores while I came here but I didn't mind. I have always been very independent and besides, I was going on to work afterwards. At exactly the time of the appointment I heard my name called. "Wow," I thought, "bang on time!" I followed the directions to the consulting room and stepped through the open door. That was the first surprise, as before me, sitting behind a desk was a very attractive woman indeed. Her blonde hair falling in waves to her shoulders and her fashionable glasses doing nothing to hide her piercing blue eyes. She was maybe in her late forties and dressed very smartly in a white woolen pullover and scarf which accentuated her beautifully proportioned figure. She stood as I entered and motioned me to a chair in front of her desk. "Good morning, Anna," she said with a bright smile, "I am Doctor Schumann" I didn't reply immediately. I was so amazed as I had just had the second surprise. Not only was she beautiful but she was German. Her English was impeccable but she had an incredibly sexy German accent! "I am sorry, " I said as I regained my composure, "but I wasn't expecting..." I stopped. "What?" she smiled, "A woman?" "No, well, yes," I seemed to have lost control of my mouth, "but also...you are German!" I more or less blurted out the last part. She frowned then. "Is that a problem for you?" "Oh Lord, no!" I must have blushed deep as my face felt as though it were on fire, "On the contrary, I just returned from Bavaria two days ago." We sat at the desk, either side. "I am from Dusseldorf," she told me, "but my brother lives near Munich." I didn't pursue the conversation as I didn't want to take up her time, bahis siteleri (http://www.nebme.com/) so we got on with the business of my wrist. I placed my arm on the desk and she took my wrist in her hand. As soon as she touched me a tingle shot up my arm and caused me to give an almost imperceptible gasp. "I am sorry," she said, looking directly into my eyes, "My hands are cold?" "Oh no, not at all. In fact they are lovely and warm." I gave a half smile, my face burning with embarrassment. She continued to tell me about what she planned. "I will make an incision here," she said, drawing a short line on my wrist with her pen, "and I shall remove this small cyst which has formed here. That is the cause of your pain. It has caused a thickening in the tunnel through which the tendon passes, trapping it." She looked up and again looked into my eyes. "You have no need to be afraid," she smiled, her face so beautiful and her ice blue eyes twinkled as she spoke, "I have carried out many of these operations. It will only take five minutes under a local anesthetic." As she looked at me my insides twisted and turned with desire. I had never met such a woman. Beautiful, mature, intelligent and, the icing on the cake, she was German. "I am not afraid," I said, more quietly and nervously than I intended. "You give me great confidence. I am more at ease that you are doing this than I have ever been about a medical procedure." "But you are trembling," she frowned, "are you nervous of me?" My heart was pounding now, the fear almost stopping my tongue. Holding her gaze without turning away was a herculean achievement and with a throat like sandpaper, I whispered, "I don't know how to say this but you excite me beyond belief." Then I dropped my gaze. I was shaking noticeably now, with fear, excitement, nerves, arousal and, above all, acute embarrassment. "Do you mean you are attracted to me?" she asked. The smile had not faded but her eyes seemed to sparkle even more. As she spoke she took my chin on her fingertips and lifted my head to face her. I nodded as I no longer had the power of speech. "You do not need to be embarrassed, Anna. I know how it is to be attracted to another woman." She was still smiling but now a benign, sympathetic smile. "You do?" I whispered, no longer trembling and beginning to relax. "Indeed, I do," and as she continued she placed her left hand on the desk in front of me and spread her fingers. "You see?" she said, "No rings." "You are not married?" I thought the name 'Miss Schumann' was just like canlı bahis siteleri (http://www.nebme.com/) a professional term for a surgeon as a male would be Mister but it seemed not. "No," she said "I have no interest in men." All the time we had been speaking she had been holding my wrist. "I don't know what to say, Frau Doktor." I hoped I had used the correct term, considering her status. "Then do not say anything." She gently squeezed my wrist. "I also find you very attractive, Anna, and please, call me Nena." I smiled back at her and blushed. The situation all seemed so surreal. Releasing my hand she turned to the computer screen on her desk. "I can do the repair after Christmas." She continued, "is that ok?" Now I was confused. Had the conversation we'd had just happened or had I dreamed it? "Erm, yes," I replied, "That will be fine. Thank you...Nena." She stood and offered her hand. I took it as I stood also. "Thank you," I replied, then, "Dankeschon." She smiled warmly and replied,"Bitteschon" As I left the room I turned and went to close the door behind me. I looked back for a moment. She was seated back behind her desk, writing and didn't look up. I closed the door quietly and left. Walking back to my car I was so puzzled. I finally decided that my imagination had got the better of me. I really must get out more, I decided. The day of the operation arrived just one month later. I had no fears whatsoever. Nena had been so nice I trusted her implicitly. My husband came with me to the hospital and I was excited to be seeing her again. I had told him how happy I was that she would be doing the operation, but not about how I really felt. We were shown to our cubicle and after a wait, Nena appeared. She was wearing the standard theatre coveralls with a paper hat and mask around her neck. I hardly recognised her without her make-up but she still looked sexy to me. "Hello Anna," she said, "Sorry I am so late, there have been a few problems this morning. I will just check your paperwork and we will get you in as soon as possible." "That is okay," I replied with a smile, "I am not in a hurry." "No," she said abruptly, "it is not okay." I was taken aback. She wasn't rude, just a little unexpected. We went through the documents and 'ticked all the boxes' making sure everything was correct then she at last smiled. "I shall get you in as soon as possible." I smiled back at her but said nothing. I was a little sad as she didn't seem to recognise me, I was just another patient to her. Maybe I had imagined canlı bahis (http://www.nebme.com/) the whole thing, wishful thinking perhaps. The operation went smoothly and Nena never once hurt me. and within a few minutes it was all over and I was back in my cubicle getting dressed to go home. A nurse appeared and went through the discharge paperwork and before she left I asked her if there was to be a follow up appointment with the surgeon but she said there wouldn't be unless there were problems and in, my case, there hadn't been so I could go and that was that. I left the hospital with my husband. I was quiet. The most exciting woman I had met, pretty much ever, and I would never see her again. "You alright love?" Philip asked me, "You are very quiet." "Oh yes," I lied, "Just thinking about my wrist and being away from work for the next three weeks." Three days later, with my wrist bandaged and immobile, I sat at the kitchen table drinking coffee and struggling to butter toast with my left hand. Philip walked through the door and put the morning's post on the table. "Hey!" he exclaimed, "Let me do that for you." I hated being dependent on him but on this occasion I had to admit defeat. The toast was torn and ragged. Being right handed, having that side out of action was becoming a damned nuisance. I sat back and picked up the post. Junk, junk, bill, junk, magazine, another bill... I opened the thicker looking bill first. Oh, I thought, not a bill. The letter began: 'A follow up appointment has been made for you with Miss Schumann at the hand and wrist clinic at 14.30 on....' My heart leapt with excitement! I would see her again after all! But then...the nurse said a follow up would only be necessary if there was a problem. I felt okay, the swelling had subsided and I had very little pain, what could be wrong? I was worried now and the appointment was two weeks away. It was for three days after having the stitches removed so maybe it was just a check, but even so... The day of the appointment arrived. The last two weeks had dragged. The stitches had come out without problem and the local surgery nurse had even commented about how neat the scar was. It would probably be invisible when it faded. I waited alone in the waiting room. I had come straight from work and was still in my uniform. Once again, on the dot of 14.30, I heard my name called. I stood obediently and walked to the room indicated by the nurse. Tapping gently on the door, I opened it and my knees felt so weak I could hardly stand. Behind her desk, Doctor Schumann...Nena, smiled radiantly. "Hello, Anna," she said, getting to her feet and gesturing the chair before her, "How are you?" Once again, my throat had dried up and I could barely speak. "Fine thank you," I croaked.