I felt the cold rubbing of alcohol and heard her uncap the syringe. Then the sting as the needle was driven deep into the muscle.As she pushed on the ...lunger the d**g spread through the muscle and I felt a burning sensation. The needle was pulled and I was again lying on my back. The doctor neared the table and pulled out the stirrups from the end of the table. I was moved to the end of the bed and my legs placed in the stirrups.The doctor informed me that first he would insert a naso - gastric. I played the kind of music I liked. Then I started to play music he might like. The second week, I played a song from one of my favorite indie musicians called Cheers Darling by Damien Rice. It’s a break up song, sad song. I had my back to him when he spoke for the first time. “I like Damien Rice.” I almost dropped my coffee. He spoke. I turned around. “For a minute there I thought you were a mute.” I smiled. He didn’t smile back. He was quite the sexy man. He always wore a suit, never allowed. It wasn't as if I had never been with another boy. During our relationship, Frank insisted I date other boys. When I was seventeen he insisted I fuck a few other boys, just to be sure I wanted him. I did and I still wanted him. Granted I did enjoy fucking those other boys too. But there was, and always will be, something special about Frank.I steeled my nerves. I realized my nervousness wasn't the fact that Frank was going to watch me fuck another boy. It wasn't that he was going to take. He took a shine to her since the day we arrived and although she was very much the Professor's 'special girl' he said it would be a good idea and a courtesy if she went and stayed around him rather than living here. She's been having the best of times and she has only occasionally been sleeping here. That's her bed you've got."All the while they had been talking their strange western way of speaking had been listened to intently by a gaggle of curious native girl onlookers. The half-naked young.