What do you think now?" she demanded defensively."I honestly don't know. I must admit though that, for a surgeon, you must be one of the best psychiat...ists around. And I'm saying that as a doctor myself." Well least said, soonest mended," she replied. "Now sit down and watch some of the girls you saw being 'punished' this evening."I drew up another chair next to Margaret and together we watched the girls in their dormitories. I felt a little like an observer at an experimental behaviour. Freddie just didn’t think that any of those prayers had come from King, himself. Freddie found that King didn’t take days off from work. Freddie decided that she wasn’t going to do that, though. King spent most of his time at the warehouse, but at least one day each week, he had to deal with business from the motel. On those days, Freddie didn’t go to the warehouse, either. She took the opportunity to go swimming, shopping and generally to rest. It was on one of those evenings, when she went. I went back up, and there it was again, wrinkled skin, then smooth skin.A couple of more tentative passes up and down, and I had a map of where everything was -- by everything, I mean his asshole. I homed in on the center, circled it, wiggled across it, pressed the fleshy softness of my tongue onto it. I wagged my tongue across it from side to side, I wiggled across it up and down. I licked it slowly like a flesh lollipop. I drew circles around it.Now that I was confident, I could tolerate. I’ve only ever used them twice.”“Last night with Barb?”“No. Long ago. Both times with a girl I knew in high school.”“So, what makes ‘em so special.”“I’ve tried lots of brands. These are expensive, but they're the closest thing to using nothing at all – for both of us. Go ahead, open them. I bought them for you.”She took off the cellophane wrapper and opened the box. Out came three little blue capsules.“Can I show you something else?”She nodded. I got the box of Emko from Barb's night table..