He rubbed this way for a few strokes, then gently pressed his head against me, but not in. Instead, after pressing gently for a moment, he rubbed his ...haft up and down a few more times. Then pressed again, just a little harder this time. Then rubbed, then pressed, just a little harder again. He was teasing me and relaxing me at the same time and it was heavenly. But not as heavenly as the final time he pressed, because I was so relaxed and lubed that he slipped in fast and deep. Then he stopped. Is that possible? Can you do it,Petra?" Yes, sir ..." I murmured.The doctor smiled and replied, "Call me Richard if you don'tmind. All right. Let's go on with it, shall we?"Trevor held my hand and encouraged me as before. I tried toconcentrate on Richard's instructions this time. Richardcommanded, "Okay, on my count. One, two, push! One, two, push!One, two, push! Harder!" Haaa Huuu Uhhh! Haaa Huuu Uhhh!" I breathed in, out and pushed.Trevor made the same noises as I did to help me along. Big. Of course she was scared of him, he had kidnapped her. "You didn't recognize me, and I waited until you did," was his reply.Allison's anger raged to boiling point at his words. "I didn't recognize you?!" she screamed at him. "Is that really so unexpected? Do you have any idea what I went through when I thought you were dead? How I mourned you? I had to train myself not to think about you, not to look for your features in a crowd, not to expect to see your face. You were dead and I had to stop. Once thereI started to come out of my shell. I stopped caring as much about whatother people thought and I started getting into school again. Well, myextracurricular anyway. I could still pass math and science by sleepingin class and I actually failed an English class because I read a book inone day instead of one chapter a week like we were supposed to. I guessthe teacher thought no one would read more than what was assigned. But Ideveloped an interest in my art and programming classes. My.