I was only twenty years old, for crying out loud! Too young for this kind of punishment.My mind had wandered and I tend to doodle when I can't focus. ... do it on the telephone when I'm sitting at my parent's kitchen table. Or, if I'm on the phone in the hallway, I twist the phone cord until it's so tight I'm standing up by the wall, then frantically trying to uncurl the uncurlable. But since I was sitting, I was doodling, and not even doing anything particularly creative. I was making. Wedged inside, embedded. You could say I was in a tight spot. A half hour later, after moans and tearful consideration of the alternatives, she reached for the bedside phone and called 911.The ambulance EMTs gave her a muscle relaxant injection, and that did the trick within a minute or so. They asked if she'd ever had vaginismus before. While they were busy with her, I hurriedly threw on my clothes and slunk out the door. Anything to get away from those smirking doctor-wannabes and Ann-Marie's. "She mumbled, opening the door. "He doesn't think I'm serious." She went into the hall, peering at me through the crack in the door. "God, if I weren't in the shop right now..." She closed the door.I might have been amused. But I kept hearing Ronnie's words, "Before you leave New York." I locked the door behind Ronnie and went into the bedroom and lay down. I tried to get some sleep before my appointment with Fiore. I'd doze for ten minutes at a time and then wake up again. Damn that. A Tuesday night came and I had a late night massage scheduled with him. I arrived, took a shower, and got on table with my face down. He had come out and we chatted like we had always done. Jim was naked now and started to work on my ass. It always felt good, with his touch and my hips pushing back against his finger.He was about to get on the table.Jim said, "I need to get more oil from the back room." A few seconds later he was rubbing the oil on me and into my hole, and I had begun to squirm.