Page 6 of Examining Ella

That woman is a Little. She needs the guidance and love of a Daddy. But does she even know it?

He knew one thing: she didn’t know she was beautiful. It hurt him to see how hard she was on herself. If only she saw herself as he saw her. Then she’d never lack confidence again.

He thought of his other patients and took one last moment to collect himself. He needed to focus on all the people who needed medical attention rather than staying sequestered in that office, dreaming of holding a precious Little in his arms and showering her with love and affection.

But it sure would be hard. That woman had a powerful hold on him.

And he wasn’t sure how long he could resist her.

He sighed and then said aloud, “Forget about her. She’s your patient. Not your sweet girl.”

He chuckled, shook his head, and prepared to open the door. As he left and walked down the hallway, ready to tend to the next patient, he couldn’t help but think of his upcoming trip.

Maybe you’ll find your Litte there. And then maybe, just maybe, you can finally forget all about Ella Grant.

He had his doubts.

Chapter Five

Ella felt a little better after using her wand, but her sex still ached between her legs as images of Dr. Kirk flashed across her mind.

She tried to ignore it and focus on the computer screen in front of her, but it was difficult. Being in the presence of that man always left her in a tizzy. It would take the better part of the day before she calmed down.

How pathetic is that, Ella? Visiting your doctor is the most exciting part of your life. You need to live a little!

Forgetting about him for a moment—or trying her hardest to—she got busy typing on the keyboard.

Dr. Kirk was right. She needed to invest in herself. Take some time and travel. When the kids were at home, she always focused on taking them places they were interested in. Now, she could go anywhere she wanted, doing anything she felt like.

And she felt like going somewhere…Little.

Hmm.

The internet search yielded some of the usual results. Of course, there was Mountainville. She’d seen enough videos to know the special town would be a blast. But the middle-of-nowhere West Texas wasn’t really the vibe she was going for right now.

There was The Crosslands in Oklahoma City. But again—the Heartland wasn’t exactly calling her name.

The third option she saw was.

A Littles’ cruise.

She clicked on the link and was taken to a professional, colorful website. A video instantly played, showing a luxury ocean liner sailing over deep blue waters. It cut to a scene of a woman—probably about 35—dressed in a pink, frilly swimsuit, riding a twisting waterslide.

The next shot showed a man—probably over 30, as well—running and jumping into a ball pit. The camera panned out to reveal that ball pit was sunken into the deck of the ship, and beyond the nearby railing was nothing but miles of picturesque ocean.

Okay, so this looks fun. And the people aren’t all super young. That was one thing that scared Ella. She didn’t want to go somewhere to find she was the only forty-plus Little there. She’d stand out like a sore thumb in a crowd of youthful twenty-somethings.

While the folks in the video weren’t quite as old as her, they weren’t mid-twenties, either.

The highlight reel kept going and there were a few younger folks. No big deal. It wasn’t that she minded them. She just didn’t want to crash their party.

Then she saw a couple that was even older than her.

By the time the video ended, she’d seen a wide variety of ages—all adults, of course. And a wide variety of Age Players.

Some were Adult Babies. Others were Littles but identified a bit older. Then there were Middles. The ship catered to them all, having enough activities to ensure everyone had fun.

She was so engrossed in what she saw that it took her a moment to realize her cell was buzzing loudly atop the desk. She didn’t recognize the number, but that wasn’t unusual in her line of work. As an interior designer, she received calls from prospective clients all the time.

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