"Come on Dad, Everything you know about medicine you learned from watching St. Elsewhere in college. You told me so yourself!" I sat up then, adjustin... my shirt. "Help me up. Really, I feel fine." Fine," he said, giving me that patented parental stare that seemed to defy you to be anything but perfectly well. "But we're making an appointment for a complete physical as soon as we get home!"To this day I wonder at the calm with which my father helped me up, handed me my bag and headed, without. He rips her panties apart and fists her hair.“Hey girly, what do you think a shovel shaft will feel like when it’s poking your stomach, uh?” He presses the tip against her ass threateningly, but doesn’t push it in.Agnes blubbers, incoherent, more terrified than she has ever been in her life. The shaft feels dry, unyielding and splintering even without force applied. It will rip me apart, she thinks, desperate, it will kill me. She knows it will be a humiliating, excruciating death.“Get the fuck. That would do for tomorrow night. But he did treat himself to a small single malt whisky with a tiny splash of water.Then it was time to retire onto the nice double bed that he should have been sharing with Chloe.Thursday Week 1The next morning, which Dave regarded as day one of his great Australian coastal adventure, he went for a ride on his mountain bike.When he returned he did a few exercises and prepared a simple breakfast of fruit and cereal, washed down with a cup of freshly brewed. I literally couldn't speak. My head was spinning and I had no idea what to say. It's not that this is what I wanted, or at least I thought so. I looked up at my history teacher. Hannah Silverman was a 5'6'' blonde bombshell. She was only 30 or so I was sure and was completely hot. Never before had I noticed her round tits popping out of her cardigan. She had definitely been some sort of all star athlete in college. I was freaked out because suddenly, the idea of being naked in front of Ms..