"No, Mom. We'll get something at the mall."They busied themselves with drying the green Taurus, working in silence until they were finished."You take ...are of the towels, Chris," Melinda finally said and ran for the porch. "I have to put on some dry clothes."He too would have to change, of course, but he knew he would be finished minutes earlier than she, who for some reason always spent so much time in front of a mirror."That was a dumb movie," Chris grumbled as they sat in the mall's food. When I tell people what I do for a living, they always say one thing: I bet youve got some good stories. In fact, I have only a few really interesting stories, but this happens to be one of them. I didnt get in to the field because I have some fascination with dicks, I did it because the field struggles to get doctors and pays them handsomely within the field. It was more of an economic decision than anything. I originally went to med school to focus on podiatry, because I was intrigued by the. Now, of course, I couldn't even subvocalize, even form my thoughts into coherent words. I had to keep everything below that threshold, to keep it out of my constant companion's awareness.I was even embarrassed about the reason I couldn't talk to Susan about what I had in mind. Mainly it was because I was pretty sure it was one of those half-baked ideas I sometimes had that never came to fruition. I could well recall too many of those from my past, which I'd been foolish enough to speak about. I said that I was always a good girl and they never had cause to punish me, she said good or bad had nothing to do with it, regular physical discipline is paramount to a girls upbringing. I asked her to describe to me how she would punish me if it was up to her and while she went into great detail as to what would take place I sat there stroking the leather strap and wetting my panties. After about 15 minutes of listening to the most erotic description of what my Aunt would do to my poor.