"Someone is here to see you. And I think you're going to like what he brought with him!"I swallowed hard with the knowledge of what she was referring ...o."Who is it?" Yuka yelled back from seemingly somewhere far away. "And what did he bring?" It's your cock slave," Sharon announced my arrival. "Do you want me to let him in, or should I leave him standing in the doorway so every young lady in the neighborhood can get a treat?" Let him in," Yuka answered, even though I was already inside. "And. All men seem to think that a gynecologist can be either a woman or a man, but when we get to men's illnesses, it seems that only men can treat a man. Is this a problem for you, Mr. O’Connor?" "No, no, no, of course not. Please, call me Mike. I just want my pain removed and if you can help me with that, then that's all that matters." "I'll do my best... Mike." She's beautiful. The white coat cannot hide her curves. I can just see her pantyhose below her coat. Her glasses give her an. It looks like a chessboard from the air. The home was built after the Civil War and had been the home of a prominent family for many years. It had fallen on hard times and was divided into small apartments before being abandoned and allowed to run down. Vivian's family had bought the home and restored it to the kind of home that the original family would recognize. They even would have approved of the modern kitchen with all the stainless steel appliances and garnet counter tops. When Vivian. Once on a sweltering summer night I crept through her bedroom window to be closer to her and spent the night with my face only inches from hers. I left at dawn before her father could catch me. Tonight she is out later than usual, hurrying home alone. I am across the street, lurking in the shadow of a tree when I notice the van again. This is the second time it has driven by and the driver seems very interested in the girl. I watch with growing concern as the van parks under a burned out street.