Then another.“Yes. Sorry. That’s pretty much what Doctor Mercer did with me. And encouraged me to write in my journal.”“Why?”“Because only...I can answer the ultimate question of my own mortality and what Birgit’s death meant to me. Or Stephie’s. Or Nick’s. Or Don Joseph’s, for that matter.”“Yes. And what was all the training?”“On how to get someone to talk about something so painful that they don’t want to talk about. Or so embarrassing. Or so personal.”“Yes. There’s more, of course, such as. I didn’t mean for this to happen. Just let me fix things in the restroom real quick.” Mrs. Sparks let out a teasing little chuckle and stood up from the desk. She walked over to me and put her hand on my right shoulder, pausing before she spoke, “Robert, its ok. You’re a man and men get erections.” “Mrs. Sparks, this isn’t appropriate. I don’t feel comfortable discussing this—“ She cut me off, “Robert, don’t worry. I’m not going to steal your virtue or anything.” She paused and walked over to. "Sorry honey, I don't think you deserve my sperm. You're a bitch and what bitches need, bitches get."With that statement, he grabbed the back of her head and aimed his cock directly at her mouth. A heavy stream of hot piss exploded from its slit and started to fill Wendy's mouth. She tried to close her mouth but the ballpoint pen prevented her from doing so. Her mouth quickly filled to the brim and Cutter reached out and pinched her nostrils closed. Wendy couldn't breathe with out swallowing. ”Jan put her hand on Lisa’s shoulder.“Hopefully it will be nothing but routine questions. We are having one of our lawyers coming up, just as a formality. I just want to emphasize the importance of our conversation at your house the other day.”Lisa felt her heart racing. “Sure.”“Ok then. My name is Detective Johansson. I acknowledge you have counsel representing you so feel free to consult him if you feel the need.”“Ok.”The detective just sat there looking at her for several moments.“So, Ms..