"Good morning," she said sweetly as she leaned over and kissed me."Good morning," I answered, smiling. "You're looking good. All rested up?" Yes. I fi...ally feel energy finally coming back to me." Her pearly white teeth shone and her blue eyes glittered. "Johnny, I want to show you something." Okay..." I yawned and then sat up. And before I could react, she was swinging her legs out and preparing to dismount the bed."Katie! Be careful!" I managed to exclaim before she slipped off and landed on. .. interfere with any recreational sex you might engage in. Do you mind if I perform a simple... uh... medical procedure deep inside your vagina?" Oh god, Doctor Roberts, you just do whatever you gotta do, but for chrisake, do it NOW!"And he whips out his dick, which was hard as a rock and thick as my wrist, and he fucks me! Can you believe that? You ever hear of a doctor fucking one of his patients in the examination room? He sidled up to my exposed crotch, my legs held way out to either side. Conversely, if this is your cup of tea, so much so that you think you should try hurting someone in real life, please reconsider, as you are too stupid to get away with it and too soft for prison, where you will be raped more savagely than even my twisted mind could imagine.If, however, you are somewhere in the middle, then please enjoy... "This thing," said George, tapping the iron door, "is why we came here. Do you know what it is?" Lennie wasn't sure, but he didn't want to. Carol is an exhibitionist and flirt. I encouraged it. She wore very short skirts, see-through tops and loved being out partying without underwear. The more outrageous, the better. We played what we called sex games. We lived in Boston and hung around with a young party crowd. We went to a party nearly every weekend. There seemed to be an endless supply of pot and liquor at every event. There was a variety of music played, rock, country, 1940s bebop and sentimental love songs. Carol.