All but a few of his patient's husbands were aware of his "examination techniques", and approved, in MOST cases. Especially when they were offered tit...for tat with his nurse or receptionist. The nurse was good, but the receptionist was not only good in the sack, but was fantastic to look at.The Doc lowered the table back, and when it was flat, went on top of her, to finish, "missionary." He had placed a pillow under her hips to raise them, and make himself go deeper inside of her. She had told. Its presence, combined with my lack of clothes and my virginity left no doubt in my mind as to the nature of the events about to unfold. I was the latest in a long line of beautiful young women to vanish under mysteriously circumstances. No one knew what had happened to my predecessors, but I feared it involved a lot of pain. All I could do was play along. Either I would satisfy the boss so thoroughly he chose to let me go or I would die in the most pain-free manner possible. It was a grim. "Well, actually it's copies of their autopsy reports."Wells, who had regained his color when Tara Simpkins had entered, paled again."Do you represent Desmond Huntley, Mr. Wallace?" Simpkins asked hotly."Of course not," I replied. "My wife would castrate me. I do, however, represent Mr. Wells' daughter. Your client is of no use to me if he is dead. And he most certainly will wind up that way if he continues his present course of action. I suggested that recanting his previous testimony – because. But maybe I'm just special to you. You could be biased." Oh yes, I'm biased," I said as I caressed her small, perfect breasts. "I admit it. I've lost all my critical judgment. I think you're totally wonderful."She smiled at me, and her warm brown eyes were mesmerizing. "So can we go away? Kendall's still going to be gone for a week and a half."I shouldn't. I had new responsibilities at work, especially since the new guy hired to replace me was just learning the job. And I really couldn't afford.