“Something’s come up,” I just about managed to say when I got through. I dropped the mobile and my bag fell to the floor; I wanted to enjoy ever... second of this. He smiled when he saw the effort I had made with my underwear and knowing that I had pleased him gave me a huge sense of satisfaction. His fingers tickled my inner thighs, his nails gently scratching my skin and occasionally brushing over my clit. Finally, he slid a finger inside me, expertly stroking. I struggled to move as my legs. "Do you want to cum already, boy?" For a second, I hesitated. I felt his hand shift from my penis to my scrotum. The dampness of his palm felt uncomfortable against my unshaven scrotum. "Do you have an answer, boy?" He lightly squeezed my balls and tugged on them. I gasped, "Yes, sir!" He squeezed harder. "Yes, sir!" I said louder. He squeezed them very hard. My legs buckled from the pain. I shouted, "Yes, sir!" again. He replied, "You have no right to want to cum in my residence, boy. The. Fisher." Or, from a friend, a soon to be ex-friend, "Terry, you just have to keep hoping. Maybe she was at a nearby village. You can imagine the horrendous confusion."I knew she was gone. I saw the incredible number of photos of the devastation. I saw the video's that ran over and over on the television. It was like the worst war scene, nothing left standing. It was disaster beyond imagination. If I had written about this as a book, I would have been laughed at as being too fanciful. I saw. She shut the door behind her just as Jessica came into the ‘Indian’ room.“What’s going on?”“Stephanie’s friend, the OD, was arrested. Stephanie asked Melanie to help her.”“The OD?” Stephanie spat, her voice seething with outrage. “SHE HAS A NAME!”“Relax, Stephanie,” Jessica said gently. “That’s how we refer to patients. Steve was just using the shorthand because he knows that’s how I would remember her. I couldn’t tell you the names of 99% of the patients I see.”“It just sounds degrading,”.