It was my first time, and I felt somewhat nervous. As I lay back, my muscles tightened, and I took a deep breath. I tried to put him off for a while searching for an excuse, but he refused to be swayed as he approached me confidently, somewhat menacingly. He asked me if I was afraid and I shook my head bravely. And immediately thereafter it began, before I knew what was happening. He had more experience, but it was the first time his finger found exactly the right place. He probed deeply and I shivered. My body tensed; but he was gentle like he promised he'd be. He looked deeply into my eyes and told me to trust him - he's done this many times before. His cool smile relaxed me and I opened wider to give him more room for an easy entrance. I began to plead and beg him to hurry, but he took his time and proceeded slowly, wanting to cause me as little pain as possible. As he pressed closer, sliding in deeper, I felt the tissue begin to give way. Pain surged throughout my body and I felt a slight trickle of blood as he continued. He looked at me concerned and asked me if it was too painful. My eyes were filled with tears but I shook my head and nodded for him to go on. He began going in and out with skill but I quickly became too numb to feel him within me. After a few moments, I felt something bursting inside me and he pulled it out and off. I laid panting, glad to have it over. He looked at me smiling warmly, and told me with a chuckle, that I had been his most stubborn yet most rewarding experience. I smiled, of course, and thanked my dentist. After all, it was my first time having my tooth pulled out.