Doc: The Rape of the Town of Lovell by Ron Franscell, Jack Olsen

She thought, No one can ever take this away from me—now it's Dan and Daniel and Meg Anderson, together for time and all eternity.
    She had to face the problem of what to do about wearing the sacred LDS garment on her revisit to Dr. Story. Four months after
    Daniel's birth, nothing had improved in the bedroom. The few times Dan had tried, gentle and loving as always, the pain had left her breathless. She was beginning to suspect that something was seriously wrong.
    She checked around and found that some Mormon women bathed one leg at a time so their sacred garment remained on, but the decision was personal, not a matter of holy writ. That being the case, she certainly didn't intend to wear her garment in front of a Gentile male.
    She returned to the clinic with the idea that she would pay close attention this time and dispel her silly suspicions. How stupid it would be to lose the best doctor in the whole Big Horn Basin over a girlish misapprehension!
    She noticed two changes at the outset. He didn't run the water and he kept the nurse in the room after she took the gel and the surgical gloves out of the cabinet. Meg guessed he had no hard and fast rules; maybe the nurse stayed in when she wasn't busy and left when she was needed elsewhere. If he was up to something, wouldn't he keep her out every time? Meg thought, One point for Dr. Story!
    The finger probing was uncomfortable, but less so than on the previous visit. He asked if sex still hurt and she said it did. "Maybe I sewed you up too tight," he said.
    As he and the nurse were leaving the room, he told her, "Don't get up. I have more to check."
    Alone on the table, she looked around the small room to see if she could spot the instrument he would be using in the second half. The water was still turned off. Nothing was in sight except the latex gloves.
    When he returned, she watched carefully from her supine position. She wanted to see if his fly was open, but it was concealed beneath his smock. He turned on the water and told her he was going to dilate her with a "tube." She wondered where the tube was and felt apprehensive.
    Once again he rearranged her so that her bottom protruded. He moved into position at the foot of the table and slid into the V of her thighs. His hands were out of sight. Something pushed into her vagina, and the same dark feeling came over her. She thought, My land, it can't be. It can't be . . .
    He pressed a finger to her abdomen and kept asking, "Does this hurt? Does this hurt? How about here? Does it hurt here? Here?"
    To herself she said, Oh, Dan, what's he doing to me? She tried to keep up with the questions, but the pain was bad. The worse the pain the deeper he pushed inside her. Sweat made her blink.
    "Now I have to dilate you," he said, looking straight into her eyes. "If you let me keep working with you, you'll find you can have intercourse with your husband. You'll get rid of the pain."
    She wanted to jump up and run, but he stood between her and the door. She counted the ceiling tiles as he asked again, "Does that hurt?" She tried to answer but couldn't catch her breath.
    He stepped to the sink and rinsed his hands. When he turned back to the table, she lowered her head so he wouldn't see her watching. She was sure her life was in danger. If he would do this, what wouldn't he do?
    He slid back into position. Something brushed along her pubic hair. He asked softly, "Would you like to guide it in?"
    She was paralyzed. She thought, I can't believe this is happening, and I can't do a danged thing about it. But oh, how it hurts! Please, Lord, please, make it be over. . . .
    The "tube" moved slowly in and out for two or three more minutes while he studied her face and inquired about the pain. The next time he asked if it hurt, she managed to blurt out, "No!" If he was the sadistic monster that she now suspected, that might turn him off.
    It worked. He stepped back and said, "Get dressed." As he walked into the hall, she saw that his hands