Than all of a sudden there are three consecutive slaps on my butt and I yell in pain. I than feel something cold down my back, scissors again? No, it ...annot be. They feel like cold nails running down my back. I scream again because I feel my skin being ripped. It all of a sudden stops, I hear someone say, "To bad no blood". I hear the sound barrier being broken a few times. Than I feel the sting on my butt and I howl in pain. It happens again and again. Than I feel that soft gentle hand again. My balls now seem smaller than they were.Jenny has persuaded me that it is time to see the doctor.October 15th October 2002I went to see the doctor at the university practice on the 8th October.She was very nice and sympathetic. I told her the whole history of myhealth since the dig. My records were not very helpful about the fever.The doctor in Penzance had basically written "buggered if I know" on myrecords as to what it was. The doc took loads of blood for tests and gaveme a thorough. I realize that I will find that out. I am startled out of my reflection by the ringing of the phone. It is Paul! The irony strikes me. Paul wants to know if breakfast is in order. I say sure, but have to get dressed. We agree that they will knock on my door in about 20 minutes. Just enough time for a quick shower and get ready for today. No time for any extra thoughts this morning. Thank God. The knock comes just as I am ready to greet the world. I open the door and immediately my reverie of. I watched as her hands moved behind her and I pictured her thumbs hooking into the cotton waistband. She lifted her ass off the chair and peeled them down past her hips. She stopped there. "You stopped?" I asked. "You don't make all the rules," she said smiling. "Mmmmm," I said, now picturing her panties stretched across her thighs, barely hiding her pussy behind them."You love this don't you?" she asked, already knowing the answer. I slipped my hand inside my shorts and adjusted my growing.