I emphasize that whatever they want to be comfortable is all that matters. I repeatedly tell them that if they are ever uncomfortable about any aspect...of the treatment to speak up; I let them know that we can stop, change procedures or doctors at any point.Nearly all of the women prefer not having to explain the situation to another doctor, and the shy ones that I target usually prefer that no other person is present. But when they feel like they have made all those choices and even insisted. She looked like Dave’s mom, and yet she didn’t.For one thing, she looked ten years younger. For another, her brown hair was a tousled mess and stretched down to her waist, when it had been cutin a pageboy style that morning. Her once sagging, medium-sized tits now looked like a pair of volleyballs.Most dramatic, however, was that her usual stressed expression had been replaced with a confused but euphoric grin as if she had quite literally just had her brains fucked out.“Mom?” Dave asked,. The killer couldn’t know that Lester had an alibi. The more I turned it in my mind the more it came up Eve, or Eve and Martin.The motive would have been simple, Money. She likely hoped that the cops wouldn’t link Ralph to the weed business. They did of course causing the business to shut down for a while. When it came back it would be in the hands of the killer, or killers.I came to that theory during my wait for dinner to be served. The others were eating salads or soup. I always chose to skip. I stood up close to him. Pressed my body to his. I put my right leg between his legs an felt a small rectangular camera toward the back of his underwear. He got an excited look on his face. I pushed him down on the chair and straddled him. He looked at me like a kid on Christmas. I leaned in to kiss him but just before our lips met I screwed up my fit and punched his balls, hard. I got off him and he crumpled to the floor. I shoved my hand down the back of his pants and felt for the camera. I.