So you have something to think about for the next few minutes before we start, here it is by the numbers. 1) The hook and ball is going to stay in you... ass until we get you into a special room. 2) We’re going to take you into what we call the slaughter room. You’ll be placed on a wooden table. Your legs will be strapped into place. Each leg portion of the table can be individually moved to the left and right and up and down so we’ll be able to position your legs exactly. She was probably around 28-30yrs old, good figure, slightly plump may be, was wearing designer saree of red-green combo and was partially exposing her whitish tummy btw hip and saree. The figure was mostly 38-28-38. Too sexy and curvy. My eyes were tempted to scan her as she started talking very intimidating about her husband health etc. I was like trying to control the urge but twice or thrice just scanned her in a hurry as it’s difficult to do that with the patient. Now I asked her to sit on. At one point he came over to me as I was sitting in my wheelchair and stood very close to be, so much so that I could feel his belly against my arm. His crotch was a few inches away from me. My heart speed right up and I felt a stirring in my penis. Without really thinking about it I reached towards my crotch and gave myself a lil squeeze.He noticed this and with his hand placed it against my hand and he also gave a squeeze.I couldn't think of a thing to say but he then said in his deep voice,. Was it genetic? Did Kyle inherit an innate desire to hurt and control from his father? it would seem so, yet she felt that answer might be too easy. Revisiting the feelings of guilt as she always seemed to do, she questioned what she had done, or, she thought, was it something she hadn't done? Dr. Sizemore had mentioned that teens, perhaps more than at any other time in their life, needed the comfort and security of loving relationships. But how, she questioned, could she have loved Kyle any.