"Oh, well sor-ry. Not all of us are uber-coherent Narrators."Coherent? Huh... I think that's the closest thing to a compliment that I've ever gotten f...om you."Oops, I misspoke. What I meant to say was: Go fuck yourself."That's better."So, what are we doing here?"More Master PC stuff, only with shorter segments, along with the ability to branch off in a different direction on the very probable chance of us getting bored and cutting our losses at a specific part in one of these stories in order. " I tried sitting up, and with doctor Lois's help managed it. "I mean surely I can use a crutch or something?" Of course you can," said the doctor. She laughed once more. "It'll be helpful to you." Yet another smile. "After all, I do believe that this is the kind of therapy that hospitals were renowned for until this sexual revolution came about. So if you'll just wait there I'll go find that crutch."As I watched her disappear from the room it suddenly occurred to me that if we were going to. After a moment’s reflection, however, she had to admit that it did look really sexy. She wondered how she would look with piercings.Her wandering thoughts were shattered by a loud, adolescent female voice right behind her. “Oh look, Daddy, Master Erik’s got a new toy. Can I play with it? Please, please, pretty please?”The girl came into view, and Melissa was relieved to discover that she was actually in her forties or fifties, even though she was dressed in a plaid jumper and saddle shoes. The. She was alone and soon sat in a chair with a rope I had given her as a little present, and I had thoughtfully fetched with me tying her to the old carver chair at the table end. Together we sat waiting, her rather nice body writhing in its bounds and with her asking and begging tearfully to know what I wanted and who the hell I was etc, etc, I just sat there with a grin, just out of shot of my movie camera as she slowly got more hysterical as the hours progressed. Finally, we heard mothers key.