Harmon sat back against the leather seat. She was nervous, laying there with her eyes to the ceiling. Her very first time getting checked and on her own too. Not like she was complaining considering how pressed and uptight mother would be if she found out. The only time available was after school and she had lied to her in order to come here. It was later in the evening where most of the doctors and patients had already gone home, save for a few staff members cleaning up and getting ready to clock out themselves. They were able to get her late as an exception to a referral.
Stuff like this was important to do, her friends had told her. Especially since finding out Sean, their high school’s soccer star, had an interest in her. So they planned it all out in preparation for experimenting. She was excited yet nervous. Didn’t know what to expect and her friends wouldn’t tell her much, not until after the exam.
The door opened and the doctor that came in was a man in his late thirties. Good looking and in fit shape. A bit of graying in his dark hair but he gave her a kind smile as he came close, setting the chart onto the nearby counter space.
“Sorry I’m late, Miss Caslon. My last patient kept me a while.”
She smiled back in courtesy. “It’s all right. I understand.”
“It’s so cold outside.” He looked over to the side at her chart. “And getting darker with this winter coming in. Is the heat all right in here for you?”
“Yes. It’s fine.” Her smile portrayed her tenseness.
He chuckled and turned to pick up a thin clinical gown left on a nearby stool. “You’re supposed to undress and put this on.”
She became flustered, blushing red.
“My assistant didn’t tell you?”
“Umm, no. She didn’t.”
“Sorry about that. She’s been busy today. We were short-staffed.” He stood and turned his back but not before pulling the blue curtain between them. “Go ahead and undress. Let me know when you’re ready.”
Oh, he was so nice. She breathed a sigh of relief as she changed. When Katie had told her the doctor was a man, she had originally turned her down. Her own mother hadn’t even seen her like that. But after some reassurance that he was the best available, she eventually took her up on the offer. She was right too. He didn’t make her feel awkward or uncomfortable. And this was so important for her health.
“So, you just turned eighteen?”
“And your very first time getting your vagina checked, huh?”
She blushed at the word, feeling embarrassed from having heard it from a man despite him being her doctor.
“Well, you’re in good hands. I’ve been doing this a while, Miss Caslon.”
She hesitated before saying, “You can call me Harmon.”
“Harmon. Short for Harmonia. It’s a beautiful name. Like the Greek goddess.”
Shifting the gown until she was fully covered, she sat back down on the table.
His smile was so warm and gentle as he turned and removed the blue curtain.
“Oh, before I forget.” He went over to lock the door. “This is a very private session we gynecologists take seriously. For HIPPA purposes and other liabilities, we must take precautions in making sure others don’t come in unannounced. Anything that happens today will stay between you and me, unless you say so otherwise. Is that all right, Harmon?”
She smiled in appreciation. “Yes. Thank you.”
“Very good.” He took off his white coat and set it aside before washing his hands from fingers to elbows. “Sorry. I hope this doesn’t bother you. I work better without the coat on.”
“No. Not at all. Whatever works for you, Dr. Martin.”
After wiping his hands dry he faced her and nodded to the chair. “I want you to lie back and get comfortable, Harmon.”
She did as told but became nervous when he touched her calves.
“It’s all right. I’m just going to redirect you a bit into a better position, okay?”
“You place your foot here on either side, on top of the stirrups. Just like that. There you go. Nicely done.”
She was blushing so hard she thought she would die of embarrassment with her legs stretched wide before him. So that’s what the metal arms were for.
“How are your muscles?”
“My muscles?” She asked, confused.
He gently touched her legs and began massaging. Nothing but light to medium pressure, relieving the tensions.
“You must play some sort of sport. Soccer? Volleyball?”
She smiled realizing he was trying to make her comfortable. What a nice man.
“I’m too short for volleyball. I’m part of soccer and track.”
“I see that. You have great legs.”
His hands moved lower and she was still nervous but not as much as before.
“Does that feel okay?” He gently squeezed her thighs, keeping the pressure consistent.
She squirmed a bit as he brushed her inner thigh.
She chuckled nervously. “A little.”
“It’s okay. I understand.” But then he lightly trailed fingers along the white of her thighs, sending tingles through her. “This is all to check your sensitivity, actually. Make sure you’re responding okay.”
“O-okay,” she stammered, swallowing hard.
“Katie was the same way. Sensitive just like you. But she’s all good now.” He stroked up and down her thighs a few more times before pulling away. “I’m going to ask you some personal questions now, Harmon. This is all kept confidential, of course, and to help with this checkup. Is that all right with you?”
“Sure.” She took a few breaths at the warming sensation left by his touch, unsure of how to feel about all this. But he was a doctor, right? And Katie recommended him. So he knew what he was doing.
He smiled and picked up his chart, staring at it intently.
“When were you last on your menstrual? Your period.”
“I just finished a week ago?” She thought hard, trying to answer professionally without feeling embarrassed. “Maybe less?”
“And are you sexually active?”
“Um,” she hesitated. “Yes and no.”
He raised a brow at that, his eyes straying from her open legs to look up at her.
She swallowed, feeling more and more nervous each time he looked at her.
“I know I’m sexually active. And there’s this guy, but we haven’t done anything.”
He scribbled something on his chart. “So you’re a virgin?”
“And how about touching yourself? Any stimulation?”
“Do you stimulate yourself?”
She was silent a moment before admitting, “I’m sorry. I don’t understand what you mean. My family’s very catholic and they don’t know I’m here.”
He just nodded his head up and down and continued writing. “I see.”
The chart was set down and without any warning he came closer between her legs. Holding the insides of her thighs apart he leaned forward and blew cool air at her.
She jumped and couldn’t control the shocking flinch going through her. It wasn’t unpleasant. Just startling. The familiar massaging started again, this time right in the innermost of her thighs, beside her sex.
“Is this okay?”
He paused and looked up. “Harmon, if you’re feeling uncomfortable at any time you only need to let me know, okay? Remember, I won’t do anything if you don’t want me to. This is all necessary for the checkup.”
“Okay.” She laid back and waited, heart hammering out of control.
He smiled in reassurance at her. “Most girls your age when sexually active do what’s called stimulating. It’s kind of a way to relieve ‘pressure’ of a sort.” He continued with his massage, encouraging her, “Relax, Harmon. Okay?”
She nodded and did so.
“Stimulation is a more professional term for touching yourself.”
“What…does that mean?”
“Well, to put it simply, they’ll have a toy. A vibrator that they’ll use to touch themselves here,” he blew at her vagina, making her gasp and clench up. “Still okay?”
She nodded, remembering to relax. As she did so, the warming sensation became hot. More so with everything he was saying. It was exhilarating yet frightening. But he was a doctor. She trusted that he knew what he was doing.
“This next part is also part of the procedure. Okay?” He said it slowly, as if to make sure she understood him as to not be alarmed. Bringing his thumb and finger to his mouth he licked them and came close.
The touch of pressure against her vagina froze her.
“Harmon? You good?”
She didn’t do anything for a moment.
Again, he just smiled reassuringly at her. So warm. So kind. So encouraging.
“Just relax, okay? This is just the first part.” With his free hand he massaged her inner thigh again. “What I’m going to do is the same thing as this hand. But only smaller circles and lightly press on your vagina with my fingers. Okay?”
He didn’t wait for her response as he slowly began thumbing her vagina, moving against the hard nub in small circles. Her breath became hitched and fire seemed to burn her alive. An electric current that seemed to freeze her as much as it did burn her.
“How does that feel, Harmon?”
He began to go faster and she couldn’t help but breathe sharply, clenching her out of reflex with a small moan. Embarrassed by what she just did she looked at him immediately.
He chuckled, his voice lowering. “This is all part of it. You’re very sensitive so it’s important to remember a few things, okay? Just relax and breathe. You can breathe aloud and if you have to make a noise. It’s all normal. Just focus on what I’m doing, okay?”
She nodded, breathing much harder because the small circles he was rubbing against her began to get hot. Outside and inside. Inside it felt like...like a pressure as he described earlier. Outside felt…it felt…
“I think I have to pee.” She squirmed, her legs shaking.
“You won’t pee.”
“But…” She leaned her head back and closed her eyes, a small groan escaping her as he kept rubbing the sensitive nub. Breathing became harsher and faster and she braced her hands tightly onto the armrests on either side of her. “I have to really pee.”
“No. You don’t.” There was no smile as he said this. Just concentration on his part as he watched her steadily. Harder he pressed and faster he began to circle.
“Please,” she begged, feeling herself clenching on her own, the pressure threatening to give out. “I’m going to pee. I’m going to pee.” She grabbed his wrists but couldn’t pull it away as he went really fast now, the sound of his thumb on her making slippery and smacking noises. And then she was whimpering, her sex puckering on its own.
Eyes shut tightly, she felt the pressure in her come to a head and with an agonized cry she felt herself burst apart. The electric current rode through her, making her quake. Her legs on the stirrups shook uncontrollably and she whimpered more as she fell against the seat and torqued. Something wet fell from between her legs, wetting her butt and she reached down to cover herself.
The doctor caught her hand. “No. Don’t touch yourself. I need to see this for the procedure. See how you respond.”
She was gasping now as the wave continued on. Even her breasts felt tight, nipples brushing against the gown.
“Wh-what’s happening to me?”
He didn’t answer. Just continued to watch between her legs.
After a few minutes of deep breaths, she finally calmed down. Strange. She felt like crying and laughing at the same time. But that couldn’t be right. Could it? It was like she was floating in the air, yet grounded. Her vagina continued to pucker on its own, but even that was starting to slow.
She looked at the doctor.
“Um…what just…? Did I pee?”
He shook his head. “You didn’t pee.”
“Then what happened?” She stared in confusion.
“You came,” he explained. “You had an orgasm.”
“An orgasm.” Eyes widened. “That was an orgasm?”
He nodded. “How did it feel?”
“Good, I guess.”
He chuckled. “You’ve never touched yourself like this before?”
She shook her head.
“Well, I’m honored.” He stood and leaned over her. “Okay, Harmon. I’m going to need you to untie your robe.”
“Because I want to show you something.”
She did as told after a few moments, revealing herself to him.
“Wow.” He was shocked. “I never would’ve guessed. Are you a 36C?”
“Look here, Harmon.” He waited for her to look at her own creamy mounds. “Do you see your nipples? How hard they are?”
“I’ve never seen them like this before.” They were sore and peaked.
“Go ahead. Touch them.”
She did so, timidly. Poking at them until she felt a tightening that was almost painful.
“It kind of hurts.” But she smiled at the newfound sensation of her body.
“But does it feel good too?”
“Yes, it does.”
He reached forward and took a breast into his hand, pulling at the hard bud and massaging it gently. Every now and then he added a bit of pressure, squeezing it.
“Doctor…” she gasped, feeling the electric current turn itself back on.
He pulled away, sitting down in front of her.
“Lay down, Harmon and scoot forward.”
She did as instructed, feeling cold air brushing at how exposed she put herself.
Hands splayed her wide between her legs, opening her vagina up to him.
“You have a very healthy vagina.” He stroked a finger around the sensitive bud, rubbing at it gently again and again until she gasped and whimpered. “Very, very sensitive.”
“Are there more tests?”
“Yes. I have to taste it.”
“Part of the tests. To make sure you’re thoroughly healthy. I have to put my tongue right here.” He gently pressed her nub. “And here.” His finger slid down along the naked flesh. “And in here.”
She felt someone slid in momentarily and she clenched her folds together out of reaction.
“It’s for testing you said?”
“And you’ll be gentle?”
“Will it be over soon?”
“It depends on how well you respond.”
She nodded in permission, watching him dip his head. She noted his tongue was very big and very pink just before—
She nearly sat up at the first brush of his tongue and immediately began crying. The peeing sensation came back and despite her squirm he held her down easily. It felt like he was all over the place at once. Lapping at her. Licking her. Sucking her. It didn’t hurt but she felt he was so wild.
She squirmed and held onto the armrest tightly.
He held her down when she leaned forward. Robe came undone and he pinched and gripped a breast, groping it harder than earlier. Except there was no pain. If anything, the pressure amplified the growing pressure between her legs.
She came again. Vagina clenched and released. Clenched and released. Puckering furiously and quickly, worse this time and she couldn’t help but rotate her hips out and away from him. Shuddering breaths had her sucking back on air as she inhaled and exhaled brokenly.
Falling in exhaustion against the seat in a weird position, she clutched between her legs. She was still pulsing as she took gulps of air, eventually leaning back to look at the mess she made on the chair. Her hand was wet with something and she looked at it.
“It’s your cum.”
“When you orgasm this is what comes out. It’s clear and doesn’t necessarily have an odor so long as you keep yourself healthy. And you tasted very good. Very healthy, Harmon. I’m very happy.”
She couldn’t look away from the clear liquid coating her hand. Thinking it was crazy because she had only ever thought men ejaculated. But apparently, so did women.
“Would you like to taste yourself?”
Surprised, she looked at him.
“Does it taste weird?”
“No. Not at all. You don’t have a scent.”
“Is that bad?”
“It just means you keep yourself very clean. Go ahead. Lick your fingers. Get a taste so you know what it tastes like for future reference.”
Slowly, she brought her fingers to her mouth. Tongue came out and licked it her fingers timidly.
He chuckled. “You won’t taste anything like that, Harmon. You have to put your whole finger in your mouth and suck it like a blow pop.” He took the liberty of helping her. Bringing her middle finger forward so she was forced to put it in her mouth and do just as he instructed.
“There. How’s that?”
She licked her lips. “I don’t taste like anything.”
He smiled. “See? Not as bad as you thought, right?”
She shook her head.
“All right, Harmon. I won’t lie to you. This next part might be a little scary at first.”
He picked up a metal tool and showed it to her. She couldn’t stop her reaction as her eyes widened.
“It’s a speculum. This is going to go inside you so I can see and make sure everything looks okay. Are you all right with that?”
“But I’m a virgin. Isn’t it going to hurt?”
He looked at the tool and sighed. “Have your friends ever told you about their first time?”
“Do you know what happens?”
She hesitated before nodding her head.
“Did it hurt them?”
“I don’t think so. They never said it hurt. Only that it felt good for them.”
“Did you feel good earlier when I touched you down there?”
“And when I licked you?”
She blushed but nodded.
“I’m a doctor, Harmon. I won’t lie to you. Ever. And you’re right. This will hurt. But only the first time. And it’s all done this way. Girls come in so I can inspect them. The ones who are sexually active usually want me to stick this,” he held the tool up. “Inside them so it breaks the hymen. Or as you know it too, your virginity.”
“So that it won’t hurt when you have sex for the first time.”
She digested everything he told her.
“That’s why your friends can enjoy sex without any pain. I take care of them. But only if they want me to. And only if you want me too also.” When she still didn’t respond he set the speculum down and leaned forward. “Don’t you want your first time to be beautiful?”
She nodded again.
He smiled. “Lay back for me, Harmon.”
She did as told once more. Heart hammered nervously when he stood up and brought a separator around.
“What’s that for?”
“It’s so the patient can’t see what I’m doing as I get the speculum ready.”
“Because it can look scary sometimes. What you don’t see, won’t scare you. Plus, I have to put this on me so that I can use it properly on you.”
“You have to wear it?”
“There’s another tool we have that’s easier to use. It’s not cold either so it’ll feel much more normal. You’ll get used to the pain quicker too.”
“Can I see what it looks like?”
He shook his head. “I’m sorry, Harmon. Per doctor confidentiality, I can’t.”
“Have I hurt you at all today, Harmon?”
“Can you trust that I’ll only hurt you this one time and then you’ll be good to go?”
His smile was all gentle as he rolled sleeves up further, showing off strong arms. The separator came between them. He settled it around her waist so that only her lower half was visible to him. The blinds were so thick she couldn’t even see his shadow.
“It’s okay, Harmon. I’m just putting on the tool now.”
She heard metal dangle and then a zipper.
“Where do you put it on?”
“The best way to wear this is in front of me. It’s not metal either like the one I showed you earlier, so it’ll feel better. It’ll be bigger too. And longer. It may be uncomfortable at first but you’ll love it afterwards.”
She felt his hands on her hips, pulling her legs off the stirrup and resting comfortably on the side of cushions. Something bobbed and hit her thigh.
“What is that?” She asked nervously.
“Don’t worry, Harmon. It’s the tool I told you about. I have to get really close to use it on you, okay?”
She nodded but then realized he couldn’t see her.
His big hands came back to her hips and then she felt his strong legs against the back of her thighs. His thumb began swirling around her vagina and bud again, making her wet and bringing the pressure back.
“You still okay?”
“Yes,” she breathed out in a moan.
“Don’t be scared about what I’m about to do next, okay? I have to wet the tool with your cum so it goes in easier.”
Something extremely big and long slapped her sex, startling her. Again and again, it slapped against her skin, making wet noises. It felt hot and heavy and she couldn’t help but be intimidated by the size.
“Yes?” His voice wavered.
She felt his fingers stroking along her lips gently. Like she was a kitten being petted.
“Are you sure?”
Now he was quiet, as if waiting for her to say something else before breaking the silence.
“I’m going to put it in now, okay? Just the tip, okay? And enough to break your hymen so I can thoroughly check you afterwards.”
“Remember, I’m going to need you to stay still when I put it inside so you don’t hurt yourself.”
“Relax, Harmon. Just relax.”
She closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths, feeling him stroke along her thighs as if to help relax her some more. And then she felt it. A blunt, big object making its way inside her. It hadn’t breached her fully yet and she already gasped and tried to buck away.
She screamed, immediately holding her hand to her mouth as she felt something inside her snap and break. Her virginity. Breathing was harsh and she couldn’t stop the sobs coming out.
“Harmon? Please, don’t move.”
“It hurts…” she sobbed, hiccupping as the pain between her legs throbbed and was forced to accommodate the tool he’d used on her. “Please. Please, please, please, take it out.”
“Harmon, its better I don’t. It’ll only be like this for a little while longer. I promise. If I take it out now you’ll only be in more pain.”
She continued to cry, tears falling from her eyes. “It hurts. It really hurts.”
“I know. I know.” He caressed her thighs and stayed close to her while she whimpered. “Harmon, I’m going to go in deeper, okay?”
“No! Please don’t—
She was cut off, gasping as she felt him push the tool in deeper, deeper and deeper until it really hurt. Too big to fit inside her.
“Oh…no…stop. It’s too big.”
“I know. I know.”
“Stop,” she begged, desperate beyond tears now as nails dug into the armrest. She could feel him keeping her legs wide open, making room so he could move in closer. “It’s too big…please…it’s too much.”
“We’re almost there.”
His hips met hers fully and despite her scooting back, he kept coming forward until there was no more room between them. All she could do was breathe with difficulty and gasp, clenching her eyes tightly as she tried to relax and force her body to accept whatever it was he put inside her.
She groaned aloud and breathed furiously through her nose when she felt him twist the tool side to side and in small circular motion. But little by little, minute by minute the pain slowly dissipated until she felt herself relax a bit more to accommodate the instrument inside.
“Harmon? How do you feel?” He sounded strained.
“It still hurts,” she said truthfully. “But not as much anymore.”
“Good. Very good. See? You’re doing just fine. Just great. Better than most. You’re a very healthy girl, Harmon. Now, I’m just going to do a little more.”
She felt him backing up, the instrument also coming out. But then it was coming back inside, making it hurt again. But she handled it through gritted teeth. It didn’t hurt as much this time.
“Yes,” she said through even breathing.
“How about this?”
He touched her with his thumb, circling her sensitive bud until she began to tingle and warm up.
“That feels very good,” she said in a happy sigh.
“Good. Good.” He cleared his through, his grip on her hips tightening. “Harmon, don’t be alarmed, okay? I’m going to be a little rougher now. But you shouldn’t feel any pain with this. Only pleasure. Okay?”
“Rough?” She asked, worried.
“It’s the best method for this test. It’s to make sure I can check you afterwards, okay? Don’t worry. You’ll love it.”
She was still worried, but had total faith in him. He’d been nothing but truthful to her this whole time.
He swung back and came in so quick she nearly bucked off the seat, gasping and holding onto the armrest. But there was little to no pain this time. Only something…different? When he did it again, she felt it surely this time. A pleasuring pressure that was so much more and better than the first two times. She couldn’t help but moan, unable to stop herself.
With that, the grip on her hips tightened and then she was holding on to the seat as she felt herself get pulled forward again and again, the good doctor really putting to use the tool. It was still so big and too long, but she could take it. The pleasuring pain only made it all the better.
“You’re…going…too…fast.” She moaned aloud, gasping for life. “Doctor, please.”
He paid her no mind, going deeper and faster than before, making her cry out from the stabbing sensation. Soon she was a useless doll getting nearly ripped off the seat as she was put through a tormenting and pleasurable sensation. Each thrust inside her made her want more, her vagina clenching and pulling and refusing to let go.
She screamed and shouted, her moans coming out in pants and groans and terrific exoticness. And she kept coming. Kept orgasming. To the point of pain and trying to scoot away, but he was stronger than her and kept her close as the tool continued to piston its way inside her.
And then she heard the doctor grunt and still, digging the tool in deeply as he too stood still. Her insides felt hotter and wetter as she came again. Did he put something inside her from the tool?
His harsh breathing mixed with hers and she figured he probably put a lot of energy and force into this particular test. He was right through. She did enjoy it. Very much so after all the pain.
Her hot core clenched and released, going very fast from her release as he pulled the tool out. It seemed to have gone limp as it slid from her.
“Harmon?” He sounded more normal now, despite the heavy breathing. “Are you all right?”
“Yes,” she announced happily. “It was amazing.”
He chuckled. “I’m glad I could be of service.”
She heard a belt and then a zipper. Tissue was pulled free and then she felt the cool wipe against her butt and vagina, like he was cleaning her up. Latex was heard next and she stood still as he spread her lips apart, before going in and touching her inside, rotating his finger over and over again, even going so far as to tease her and make her moan as he pumped his fingers inside like he did with the tool from earlier.
“You like that?” He chuckled.
“Yes,” she said confidently.
The squelching and wet thrusting stopped and after a few more minutes the separator was removed from around her waist and she could see him once again. He wore a big, bright smile.
“Sit up for me, Harmon.”
“Did you get all your tests?”
“Huh? Oh. Yes. Oh, yes. You were very good and healthy. Very tight. A young vagina.”
She blushed at his high praise.
He scooted back in his seat and took a trash can with him. She noted there was blood and something white on the wad as well. Cream, perhaps?
“Go ahead and dress yourself, Harmon. You’ve been perfect today.”
“Really?” She beamed.
When she got up to dress, her legs felt like Jell-O. Turning her back to him, she let the robe fall, uncaring of being naked after doing all these tests with him. She trusted him. He was such a good doctor. Katie was right about him.
He came behind her as she picked up her underwear. Two fingers slid between her butt cheeks until she felt them slide inside her from behind. With a gasp she closed her eyes as he thrust inside her, hearing herself squelch and become wet.
But he pulled away before she could release herself again.
“Why did you stop?”
He smiled. “Because I was only applying ointment on you. You’re very sensitive.”
She became quiet and he observed her from his height.
“Do you want me to make you cum?”
She looked away and blush. But eventually gave a small nod, feeling foolish.
“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” He rested hands on her shoulders reassuringly, gently pushing her around until her stomach met the table she was just on. The stirrups were now gone, making it more comfortable for her to lean against.
“Lift this leg here.” He traced her calf up to her thigh.
“Okay,” she said with a shudder. Cool air hit her between her legs as she arched up.
He wasted no time in any explanation, sliding one finger inside her and pumping it up and down. The queefing, wet noise came back and she closed her eyes so she could concentrate on the building orgasm. Switching his hold on her, he inserted another finger into her raw cavern, rotating them, making her moan and squirm from the friction before pumping again.
“God, you’re so wet.”
She barely heard his words, the pressure building higher and higher until she came in his hand, shaking wet from her orgasm. Still he kept thrusting his fingers inside her. A hand reached around and found her breast, squeezing lavishly with a little more force than gentle. But it felt good. It felt right.
“Well, you’re good to go, Harmon.” He ripped a towel free, wiping away the suds from having cleaned her and himself.
“When’s my next checkup?” She pulled her shirt over her head, flipping her hair out.
He hid his smile. “Excited to see me again?”
She blushed. Was it that obvious?
“You won’t need to see me unless you have any questions or concerns.” He faced her from the sink. “We got you all sorted and taken care of. Now, you can enjoy yourself at leisure. Pain-free.”
Sean. Right. She’d forgotten about him during the exam. Her guilt, however, was quickly covered by the innocent belief that this was her Doctor. Anything he did to her was strictly protocol and for health purposes. As well as private.
“Do you…” she brushed her hair behind her ear. “Do you have a business card I can keep? Just in case?”
“Yes. Of course.” He reached into his pocket and handed her one.
“Thank you.” And then she just stood there awkwardly, her coat in hand. “Do I need to sign out or something?”
“Don’t worry about that, Harmon. Everyone else has already gone home.” He pulled his coat on and straightened the lapels. “This one’s on the house.”
She gave him a small smile. “Thank you.”