Once she slipped on her gown I adjusted my dick in my pants and knocked on the door, she said "come in Doctor."I said "sit down my dear while I ask yo... a few questions. Do you smoke? Do you get a restful night sleep? Any medications? Any swelling, cramps, shortness of breath? She answer she smoked when she went out but was on birth control and her nipples some times got hot to the touch. I stood up and asked her to lower her gown just to her waist so I could measure her breast and take a look. I was now eighteen-years-old and had been a household name ever since I'd written a song two years previously. I’d made a complete pain of myself by pestering every record company in London. None of them would even listen to it, much less buy it. So drastic action was called for and it had been old John who'd ridden to my rescue.He'd shown interest when everyone else had only shown ignorance. He'd walked with me around the local pubs listening to all the groups, most of whom were fucking. One lonely blade hung from the ceiling, spinning around two dim light bulbs that had been there for ages. In the center of the room, sprawled on the bed, lay a young girl lazily staring at the sorry excuse for a fan. Her blue-gray eyes followed the lone blade, as if in a trance, one finger ran through her thick chestnut hair, gently stroking the soft curls spread across the sheets. A quiet, distant clicking noise slowly roused her from her dream-like state, she could hear padded footsteps. "Sheila, just compare us, will you?"He laid down next to me, and Sheila prodded him, then me, then him again. She nodded her head."Jon, when did you last eat?"I thought about that."I wasn't hungry at lunch time, so apart from my morning and afternoon cuppas, and the one you gave us when we arrived, I suppose breakfast was the last proper meal I had." I think we'd better take you into casualty, it feels like your appendix to me, and if it is, the sooner you get it looked at the better! If you.