"I feel a bit sick," Marja said when he plopped down on a stool in front of her."You mean nauseous?" he asked making a face. Nobody likes a patient th...owing up."Yeah." Think you'll have to throw up?" I dunno. Maybe."The resident got up. "Let me go and find a physician. Melanie, watch her and alert the nurses if she blows chunks."Melanie almost smiled. The guy was so predictable. He wanted Marja to throw up on her so he could tell his buddies that the great actress had ended up with vomit over. I danced as if he were right there in front of me, and I seduced my imaginary lover with all my need. My arms lifted and circled, and I felt my dress floating up as I turned, and I realized that anyone who looked would be able to see my naked vulva, and possibly the glistening there. Still, I knew he wanted to see, so I kept on, bending and turning, enticing him to come to me. I felt hands on me, and smiled, turning under the warm hands, dancing, until two hands became four, then six. No! My. All my life I had been scared of the doctor’s office and hospitals. People in scrubs actually freak me out; I want nothing to do with any of it.I was woken from my rest with a soft shake to my side. “Come on pet, get up, clean up and get dressed,” mistress demanded.I silently obeyed. I knew the minute I was better I would be in for the punishment of my life, the first real punishment from my mistress.I didn’t ask where we were going, I knew better. I finished dressing and removed my collar, if. She feared capture, of course, for if apprehended she could only wind up in Azkaban. But it was not the thought of the Ministry's prison, nor even the Dementors who guarded it that filled Maude's mind with panic. Her thoughts were scattered and disconnected, and there came to her a recollection from her childhood. She had been perhaps about ten years old when, in the forest behind her home, she had come across a trap, laid illegally by a hunter. The trap had been sprung and was firmly shut. But.