"I assume the hospital'sattorney will hear from yours," he said. "I truly am sorry."He spun and walked out of the room, away from the wreckage and the...ears.My mother squeezed my hand."Poor girl," she said. "My little girl."*That night, I dreamed of the Washington Monument. And the space needle.And Sears Tower. Anything phallic, long and hard, I dreamed of. Idreamed of jackhammers on the street. I dreamed of telephone poles.I dreamed of the cries of unborn babies. I dreamed of putting on. Next she unbuttoned her slacks and slid them off too. She was wearing a pair of standard white cotton panties, although she pulled on the paper gown a little too quickly for me to get a better view."Great, although I think that this gown here will just get in the way of your examination so I think you should take it off before getting on the examination table." OK if you think so." She said as she slowly pulled off the gown and threw it on the chair. She nervously covered herself with her hands. "You wouldn't want to disappoint me would you?"Ben's eyes locked with mine and he flinched and said, "No, but I can't help it. It's not fair! I've..."I cut him of swiftly. "I never said I would be fair, I did say that we'd do what we had always wanted to do." I stroked him slowly; my eyes never left his. "Get it up Ben or you'll be in hell much sooner than I had thought."His eyes flashed at me and I could see his temper flaring up. "What makes you think you can treat me this way?" You asked me. Dog and Slave alike jerk at the sound, their tags jangling in time as the Slave tries once again feebly to cover up, her thighs trying to rub together as she writhes helplessly on the jagged grass, trying desperately to achieve climax even as she blushes deeply from the shame of being seen like this."Heh heh heh, well lookie what we have here..." says a voice from directly over her, the boy obviously bent over his prey for a closer look. "A bitch in heat. Hey, it even has a collar..." No,.