Two heavy leather chairs in front of the desk and a couch against one wall. There was a TV across the room mounted on the wall. There was more furnitu...e in that one room than my foster family had in their entire house, it seemed. I sat in one of the leather chairs and Mr. Keller sat in the other. At first Mr. Keller started with the basic small talk about the weather and how it was a nice summer and led into asking, “What are you going to do for work when the summer ends?” Absentmindedly I. Just imagine you’re sucking my cock and describe it. I have three minutes, she said. And don’t ever call this number again. Deal, I said. So what do we do, she asked. Well, I said, imagine we went on a date and we’re sitting outside your house. You don’t want to go inside yet. Okay, she said, noncommittally. I pictured her flipping through channels on television as she obliged me. I start to kiss you, you kiss me back. I reach inside your shirt, feeling your breasts. Okay, enough,. Hands behind my back this time. He was feeling sadistic. I couldn't hear a sound. I couldn't feel the heat of his body and the anticipation was almost too much.I felt a something sharp and cool caress my backside. I shuddered with fear as the object drew patterns into my skin. There was no pain, but not knowing what this was or what he was doing heightened my senses like never before. I could feel his hand begin stroking my back as I trembled beneath him. The sensation stopped and a new one. The doctor looked unsure and replied, "I am sorry, Natalia?" Natalia, yes, that is the name Martin uses now. She won't go by thename her cruel abusive husband chose. She won't be Marcia."Now the doctor understood. And Vivian was clearly very hostile and angryand the doctor didn't quite know what to do. "It was ordered for him byhis husband who had that right as per the laws in the marriage he wasplaced in. I was only doing as ordered."Vivian laughed bitterly. "Seems that's all you all know.