Rural Miracle Doctor

Author: William Anderson

Chapter 1: Drilling a Hole for a Peek

Words : 1500 Updated : Sep 25th, 2025

Night had fallen, and the village clinic was silent. Leonard Zimmerman, listless behind his desk, shuffled the files in front of him when the sound of heavy panting drifted through the wall. A gleam sparked in his eyes. He tiptoed to the far corner, eased out a single brick, and cradled it in his hands as if it were an egg. Long ago, scholars drilled holes to steal lamplight to read. Leonard pulled a brick to steal a look-at a very different kind of 'light.' Sure enough, through a hole no wider than a finger, he saw the bedroom next door. Hugh Zorn, a burly fellow, had already pinned Daisy Warth beneath him, his face buried deep between her breasts. Disgust flickered across Daisy's delicate features. Her beautiful face was unreadable, but a fine sheen of sweat had gathered on her brow. Her lips parted, and her pale, slender fingers pressed against Hugh's dark shoulders. One fair, one dark-they made a striking contrast. Hugh moved quickly, almost frantically. After hungrily working over Daisy's ample breasts, he stripped in a blur, then peeled her clothes away with the same impatient energy. Leonard stared. Naked, Daisy's skin glowed like warm ivory, her breasts full, her long, sleek legs shining under the light. He swallowed hard, stung with jealousy. Hugh was already past thirty and still had not found a wife. Desperate, he'd shelled out several thousand dollars to marry Daisy. She was twenty-five at most, bright-eyed and radiant. Her wide, mesmerizing eyes could stop a heartbeat, and her lush curves were enough to drain a man dry. If her parents hadn't been gravely ill and the hospital bills so crushing, she would never have agreed to marry a man so much older. After stripping them both, Hugh sprawled over her again. His calloused hands kneaded her breasts, rough and insistent. His mouth kept busy, brushing kisses down the line of her neck. Daisy bit her lip and let out low, throaty moans. "You rascal, hurry up. Not so rough, it hurts." Daisy smacked his shoulder. Hugh stood; he was hard, though not much to look at. Leonard's own body stirred. He slid a hand into his pants and worked himself, eyes locked, unblinking, on the pair. "Baby, be good. Spread your legs." Hugh grinned, greasy with triumph. With a wife this stunning, seven times a night wouldn't seem too much. Lucky bastard, Leonard thought, jealous as hell. Daisy obliged, opening her legs. Hugh fumbled into position. He lined himself up and rubbed against her a few times. Before he even got in, a shudder tore through him. He came immediately, then scowled, face stormy. "Not even in, and you're done again? Useless." Daisy shoved him away, grabbed a towel from the headboard, wiped the mess off her thigh, and flung the towel at his head. "I-I got too excited. Should we try again?" Hugh no longer strutted. His member drooped, dejected-already small, now shriveling to nothing. "Try again and it'll be the same. It's not as if this hasn't happened before. Every time, you get 'too excited.' I told you to see a doctor and you won't go. Keep this up and forget about having a child." Daisy rose, furious, and headed to the bathroom. She was turned on and left hanging, so only a cold shower would do. Leonard watched her sway toward the bathroom, her hourglass figure moving through the light. He felt his pulse spike. So they'd been married several years and still no child-now he knew why. From the way she said it, he might never have gotten in at all. Was she still a virgin? "I'm a grown man. How am I supposed to go get that checked? I've got farm work all day. Where would I find the time?" Hugh muttered, slumped on the edge of the bed. He always started out swaggering, then folded at crunch time. "Enough. I know you're embarrassed. Fine. Tomorrow I'll ask Dr. Zimmerman next door if he has anything that can help." Daisy's voice had softened. You marry a man and you stick with him; since she'd married Hugh, she'd see it through. She hadn't had much schooling. Hugh was older, yes, but he treated her kindly. She had accepted her lot. But in the bedroom, nothing ever worked right, and that meant something was truly wrong. Each time she burned with need, Hugh surrendered. How was a healthy woman supposed to bear that? "I want a child too. I'm not getting any younger." Hugh sighed. It tore him up that she still hadn't gotten pregnant. At that, Leonard swallowed again. Tomorrow Daisy would come to ask about it. An opportunity. From the first day he had arrived in the village, he'd been struck dumb by Daisy's beauty. Such a lovely girl, he thought then-a fresh flower planted in a dung heap. He licked his lips. Watching Daisy rinse off under the shower, he trembled; a hot surge went through him, and he finished in his hand. "You and that pride of yours. It'll be the death of you. Sleep." Daisy sighed. She finished her bath, snapped off the light, and the room next door went dark. The show over, Leonard gently slid the brick back into place and went to take a cold shower. Everything he'd witnessed through that wall left him restless. The thought of Daisy coming in the morning to ask about something that personal set his body burning again, and he simply could not calm down...

Rural Miracle Doctor

Chapter 1: Drilling a Hole for a Peek

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