The city contract with the Bowers in Cleveland did not sound like a good way to go, based on what Cathy had to say. Susan set up a appointment while V...cky was there for the next available intake discussion slot.So, at 10:00 on a Thursday morning, Vicky was standing in front of the fridge getting some orange juice, and going back to her table to fill out a three-page document on how to end her life. Thinking to herself that this was one hell a lot of paperwork. More then the coroner had her fill. I've been waiting a long time to fuck you."He continued pushing deeper and deeper, "I'm gonna make you into a good little whore for me."I felt him go deeper, I felt my pussy so open, and he was so deep inside. It was extremely painful, and he kept pushing further and further. I would scream in pain as he would reach a point where he couldn't go in anymore, but he would just push harder and break past that point. The pain reached my stomach as I finally felt his dick all the way in. He began. " I asked her how she had been, and what she was doing at the hospital. She told me she was the admissions director, and asked me my business there. I told her I was finishing up with a slight health issue. We small-talked for about fifteen minutes, and she said, "Why don't we go out for a drink and some dinner...are you busy?" I told her I'd like that, and offered to drive. Seeing her demurely get into my Corvette was an erotic trip in itself. Her hosiery-clad legs - although substantial -. I could never understand why she needed to change her life anyway. To me she had and was everything. I was the one who was lacking that certain something.I shook my head."You've lost me Cara. What the hell does all that mean?" I paused. "And anyway, how do you propose to become more orgasmic?" I stumbled slightly with the 'O' word. Not that I was a prude. Far from it. I'd just never heard of this before. I dreaded to think what people would be thinking though if they'd heard this particular.