0 comments/ 17378 views/ 2 favorites The Hargreaves Clinic Ch. 01 By: angiefuch The Characters and situations are from the working class areas of Northern England and some of the situations and the working class language may upset some readers. The names have of course been disguised but otherwise this is what "Silvie" told me when I bought her a few rum and cokes in the local pub. * Hi I'm Silvie and I do voluntary work for Dr Hargreaves. My sister Jane told me about the Hargreaves Institute when I was having the trouble with Danny, her friend Glenda who worked in Tesco had a friend who knew something about it and she got me the phone number. I wrote the number on a piece of paper and it stayed on the sideboard for a week nearly, then Danny, my ex, brought the kids back Sunday afternoon and as usual before he went he locked the kitchen door and we did it, with me sat on the kitchen units and his trousers round his ankles, he never took his shoes off let alone his socks. It took him about six strokes to cum, then he was wiping his cock on the dishcloth and saying her would be round next week. I wanted to scream with frustration but instead I made up my mind to make that phone call. I rang the number, of course it was Sunday night so it was an the automated voice, "Gentlemen seeking assistance press two, Ladies press three" Pip it went, as I pressed three and suddenly I was talking to Miss Allerton. "Hello, how may I help." "I can't get no orgasm." I said. "Oh you poor thing, are you a Lesbian?" "Fuck off." I told her straight. "Ah, I see, would you like a consultation with Doctor Hargreaves?" "If that's what happens." "Give me your address and I will sort out the details." she suggested. I told her the house number and that and she asked about kids and when I worked and said she would be in touch. The phone rang Monday morning, I was thinking about getting up, the kids were at school and I always went back to bed after they went off in the morning. "This is Dorothea Allerton from the Hargreaves Institute, I have a free session with Doctor Hargreaves for One fifteen, today, is that convenient?" "No, I got to get the kids at three." "Can someone else collect them?" "Danny's Mum I suppose, we give the school her number as an alternative." "That's fine then,let me have their number just in case the consultation over runs and I will send a volunteer driver for you, is Twenty minutes, all right?" Things were moving rapidly. too fast. I wanted to get something sorted for Danny, he was cumming too soon that's why I was so frustrated, at least thats what I thought. I dressed quickly, I thought my green dress with black tights, pantihose yanks call them, and my leather jacket would do, and before I had time to to my lippy properly or anything there was a bang at the door. It was a boring bloke, mid forties, beer gut, smoking a fag waiting there. "Had a bit of hassle finding you, love, so can you come on we're late." he said turning to walk down the path to his ten year old Vectra. I rushed around and grabbed my handbag and soon we were heading past the burned out Mondeo on the corner of Gordon Drive and heading down Ladysmith Avenue towards the main road. The Institute buildings were high on the moor over by Marston Manor, it had been a Ministry of Defence place until the nineties and still had a great high security fence, but the gates were wide open as we swept through. The building was a standard government concrete box with metal windows, just like Alderman Berry Secondary Modern School at Denby where I went as a kid except the window frames were black not blue. and there were no kids. The bloke dropped me off and pointed to a doorway with a canopy over, "In there," he said, see you later." I hopped out of the car and walked up to the door, it jerked open with one of them automatic things and there was this long polished wooden reception desk with a woman sat there, "Silvie? she said "Dr Hargreaves is waiting for you." She opened a door for me. Dr Hargreaves was waiting, in the outer office, there were chairs all round the sides and a coffee machine, and he was stood there reading something, he had to be fifty, thin, athletic, wearing a doctors white coat, "Ah Silvia, I presume." he greeted me. "Come through." he opened a door and led me to his office. As he opened the door, I saw the oak panels and the shelves crammed with books and he sat down behind a big desk and ushered me to a couch."Sit down, What is it, poor orgasms." "Yes." I said. "Yes, it's a common enough problem, do you have the forms, Miss Allerton?" "On your desk sir," she said. "Ah yes, just sign these consent forms and then I'll do a few tests, then we can discuss further treatment, any history of medical problems? heart, that sort of thing?" "No" "Allergies, anything like that?" "No" I shook my head. He handed me the forms and a pen. "Medication?" "Just the pill, and a bit of weed occasionally." "How recently?" "Month" I told him except it was last Thursday really. I scribbled my name a few times, the forms seemed pretty much standard National Heath stuff and I never really gave it a thought. "Right if you would like to put your coat. oh and your handbag and jewellery in the locker marked G2 and then take the second door on the left our Mr Chalmers will do a couple of simple tests." I suppose I should have said straight away it was Danny's fault but he never asked and you think a Doctor knows what he is doing. I did as he said, "It's all right, they will be quite safe, there are no thieves here." he reassured me, and I walked through the far door of his office and down to the testing room. "It's Danny," I said. "Lets do the tests first then we can compare notes," he suggested The door led to a garage, The Silver Vauxhall stood in the middle of this big garage, you could have got six or more cars in, it was all stark and white and cold with the walls painted gloss white and a grey concrete floor and big doors one end, with lots of neon strip lights. I thought I was in the wrong place. "Oh wrong door," I said, to the bloke with the beer gut as he stood there by the door. "No, its your first test," he said as he closed the door, behind me "Wash my car." I stared at his filthy Vauxhall standing there. "Fuck off." He hit my cheek with the palm of his hand and the slap sent me sprawling. "Bucket." he said handing me a plastic pail, "Water in the tap over there and there's plenty of rag." I grabbed onto the door frame for support. "All right, no need for that, " I agreed. "I'll wash it, where is the rag." "On your back darling." "What" "You heard." "Fuck off" I said again but his hand was pulling the zipper on my dress then tearing as it reached the end of its run and my posh green dress which cost me thirty quid in the sales was hanging off of me ruined. "Doctor" I shouted, the door opened and Hargreaves stuck his head round it. "Yes my dear?" "Doctor he hit me!" "Yes my dear, do as he says or he will hit you again." The door closed, the bloke with the beer gut had a name tag saying "Chalmers" and he moved round the front and grabbed the neck of my dress and dragged it off me, then rolled it in a ball and chucked it in the pail. He splashed some water in on top and then handed it to me. "Get on with it." "No" I said but then I saw he was undoing the wide leather belt round his waist and I decided to get started. It was horrible, standing in my good shoes in my underwear trying not to get wet as my lovely dress got all covered with dirt, I just wanted to get it done without getting any scars. I worked away for several minutes before he commented. "You want to get in behind the spokes on them wheels, use a smaller bit of rag." "I'm not fucking tearing my dress." He just smiled, grabbed me and pulled my tights and knickers to my ankles. "There," he said. I felt a right idiot standing there in just my bra, I hadn't shaved my minge for a week for one thing, and it was embarrassing. "All right now?" he queried, loosening his belt again. "No, not really" I told him as I stepped out of my shoes and wished I had washed my feet before coming out, and he chucked the shoes into the car and then I started cleaning the horrible black residue from the front wheels with my tights. He opened the bonnet to look at the engine, I watched him pick up my knickers and wipe the oil dipstick in them, then he wiped the pot thing for the brakes and wiped up a bit of an oil leak. "That's not bad," he intoned as I finished, "I think your shoe went under the front seat, have a look would you?" I opened the drivers door and tried to see under the seat. "You can't see like that reach across from the passengers seat," I walked round the car and as I did so he reached in with the key and turned the radio on. I knelt down and reached into the car ducking my head under the steering wheel to look under the seat when suddenly I felt hands at my hips, then the drivers door opened and someone held my shoulders. "Stay still my dear." It was Doctor Hargreaves. I felt his fingers at my vagina "Can you feel this." "Yes." His fingers inched inside me, "Now" "Yes,Oooh yes." it felt wonderful. "And this, " "Aaaahhhh," he was doing something to my clit, "Oh stop, no don't I mean." I gasped for breath, I started seeing things, stars, roses, that cricketer bloke, I heard strange wailing noises and suddenly realised the stupid wailing noises were coming from my own throat. There was this sudden release of something then it all went peaceful again. "Nothing physically wrong there my dear." Dr Hargreaves announced, "it must be psychological" I was sweating and began to shiver. "Can I get dressed and go now?" "Oh no" Hargreaves announced loosening my bra strap, "No you must stay here until you are cured, I'll get you a gown later." Chalmers the bloke with the beer gut pulled me out of the car by my hair, "Best cuddle up with me if you're cold." he suggested as he pushed me into the back seat. He reached over and grabbed an old blanket and as the Doctor and the others left he invited me to sit on his lap and tucked the blanket round me. "By the time the course is over even I will be able to give you a decent orgasm." he whispered. "I know you don't fancy me," he continued, "but you couldn't give me a wank could you." "In a minute, just hold me and let me get warm." I said and kissed his neck, I don't know why. He made a strange gurgling sound, "Too late, I cum in me pants." It seemed so funny, we were both shaking with laughter. Dr Hargreaves returned, "Right, the school knows you have had an accident and will be kept in for a few days, your mother will look after the kids and we have sectioned you under the mental health act, so basically you have nothing to worry about except getting better. Pop the uniform on, please." I stared, he was holding out a lunatic's strait jacket. "Silvia." Dr Uargreaves ordered. I climbed from the car and held my arms out, the sleeves were so long my hands did not come out the far end, instead tapes led from the ends of the sleeves and would be wrapped around me, but as my arms went deeper I saw the front was cut away and my breasts were left on view and also it only went down to my waist. Dr Hargreaves wound the arm tapes around my thighs trapping my arms to my side and then he gently probed a finger into my pubes, He withdrew it and tasted the moisture, "Alkaline, what do you think?" he said brushing his finger against my lips. "How should I know what piss tastes like?" I asked. "No, come to my office." I had no choice but to follow. I went to sit down, "open the cupboard marked C would you Silvia," "How the fuck am I supposed to do that?" "Teeth" I felt stupid as I saw the leather loop hanging from the door and I pulled it open. As the light flooded in I saw there was a bloke tied up in there, gagged, all criss crossed with leather straps, Something warm and wet splattered across my pubes. "This is Stephen, he suffers from premature ejaculation, as you can see." "You work in Fish aisle in Tesco." I challenged. "Yes" he admitted, as I realised for all the mass of leather straps making up his costume his penis hung free, gradually shrinking. "Steve is here with Tanya his girlfriend, but she is so gorgeous he comes as soon as she touches him, I thought someone like you, dog rough, might suit him better. "Hey. Tanya is the only girl for me and I'm the only one for her." he shouted. "Sorry Stephen but we have moved on, you two were not compatible, see" Hargreaves told him. Hargreaves selected a file on his computer and the overhead projector started to show a movie, "Its Tanya," Steve whispered. It was a trailer, but it started with her smiling to camera with a cock in each hand which she sucked alternately then it moved on to her sucking deepthroat style a guys cock as another guy took her from behind and finally she was sandwiched between two guys, I guess both had their cocks up inside her and she was smiling. It sort of made me think, I can tell you. "She went home yesterday Steve, sorry." Dr Hargreaves told him. Steve started crying. I looked for something to wipe the cum off me but Miss Allerton told me to follow her and we went back down the corridor past the garage to a store room, she opened a cupboard marked 6. "Pick some shoes." she ordered. They were all size six, English size six, my size and all had these ridiculously high heels, but the red ones were gorgeous. "Those red ones are gorgeous." I said and she sat me down and put them on for me. When, she helped me to my feet, they were a right bugger to walk in but they must have cost a packet and I thought "Why not?" I suppose I was surprised when she found me a black leather skirt, it split to the waist one side but it hid my bits so I felt a bit more comfortable. Then she started playing with my tits. "Hey," I protested, "I ain't no dyke." "Then why did you respond?" she asked, as she knelt to lick and then suck my left breast, "Your problem may be that you have denied your lesbian tendencies?" "It's fucking Darren he," I said but she was not listening and I soon found she could swivel my skirt round and get a finger up my snatch. I shut up, she smelled good, like them posh bints what me mum used to clean for, and it was quite nice really, although she was really one of them Lah di dah stuck up snobs like, and then I realised like she was pleasuring me, not like Darren, where I was just a cunt to shoot his load in but she was trying to make me feel good. "I like a bit of rough," she moaned, "Ummm the smell of cheap scent" "Its Chanel from Poundland" I put her straight. She had her hand on my pubes, I remembered hadn't shaved for a while "You're all stubbly, is it something you estate girls do?" she asked. "No, I'd like a Brazillian but it costs a fortune so I just use a disposable razor." I told her. "I see, now open wide." I opened my mouth, but it was not my mouth she wanted open and I felt something cold and hard up between my legs, she was trying to shove a dildo up me, I wanted to say no, but really once it started to warm up a bit it was not too bad, and she certainly knew what to do with it. "Do you use one." she asked. "Sometimes, but I prefer a piece of broomsick," "What about splinters?" she asked. but she was working that plastic like an expert and I could feel the juices flowing, even smell my juices leaking as she brought me ever closer. "Hows that." she asked. "Nice," I said. "I'll speed up a bit and see if I can make you." "ahhh, yes, yes , oh god yes," I sort of said and them I'm not sure what happened as I think the top of my head blew off, and then she was slowing the motion down, finally removing the plastic. "See, you have Lesbian tendencies, that is your problem." "No" I corrected her, "Fucking Darren just sticks it in me for about three pokes then he comes. that's why I don't get no orgasm." "Then get a girlfriend, to help you out." "No that's dirty." "Yes, I suppose it is if you have to do the same for her, what do you think." I realised her skirt was split to the waist as well and she swivelled it round her waist to show me her thong, it was yellow, with a big wet patch and she pulled it to the side to show me her immaculately smooth babylike cunt. "I can't" I said. "Tomorrow perhaps?" she looked disappointed. She picked up the phone, "Seems it's her boyfriend who cannot perform, not a physical or psychological problem which we can cure." I heard a muffled reply, and she put the phone down. "Silvia, I am afraid you misled us, we have a full program of treatment arranged but you seem to achieve orgasm quite effortlessly, so really we are wasting our time. "Can I go home then?" "No dear, we have a group session planned for later, it would be a shame to cancel, but first we have to scrub this cheap scent off and get rid of this junk." She flicked the ring through my lip. she picked up the phone again. Chalmers appeared with a tool box and they set to work, the safety pin through my eye brow the ring through my lip, my nose studs, they chucked them in the bin, and then she made me lie down and she started to clean off my makeup, I always had my eyes done with black mascara, ever since third year at school, and it was a bit of a shock when I looked in the mirror she held. "A bit of lipstick and you would pass for a high class tart." Chalmers joked as he put his tools away. "Have a bath though." Miss Allerton took me down the corridor and up one floor in a lift, I felt very self conscious with my breasts hanging out especially as two maintenance men rode up in the lift with us but she took me to a bedroom with a shower room attached. A glass of fruit juice and plate of sandwiches were put out ready by the bed and Miss Allerton said I should eat, she undid the strait jacket and took it off me so I could get to eat. The juice were all right but the sandwiches were beef with that jelly muck on them, me mum says they only use spices and that when the meat's gone off to hide the taste so I only had a bite or two. She told me to shower, and left me to get on with it, I stood under the warm water for ages and then I saw her come in. She was naked, her tits were sagging a bit, and her face was lined, like most folk over thirty, bur her tummy was nice and flat, and I could see most blokes would rather take her home than me after a night down the pub. She started to wash my back then she got some shampoo and started to work it into my hair, I hadn't washed it for a day of two and the dirt what came out was embarrassing. "You really are a filthy little slut aren't you." She whispered. "Cheeky mare, I'm taller than you," I corrected her but I sort of cringed inside as I said it, "You remind me of me mum," I told her. She looked hurt, "her tits sag like yours," I told her as I slipped round behind her and supported her left breast in the palm of my hand, "Mind she were only a kid when she had me." I twisted her left nipple between finger and thumb. "I suppose you ain't got no kids what with being a Dyke and that." I slid my right hand between her legs and worked the index finger inside her a bit. and then as she relaxed I shoved my thumb up as hard as it would go. She gasped "Oh" suddenly she was not in control. "One, Two" I counted as I thrust into her, "Five, Six, and Daren cums. and its all over." I let my hands fall. "No,she screamed, please, you can't, no Silvie that's cruel. I put my thumb back "Seven" "Thnkyou" "Eight," I continued as the water trickled over us "Fifty," she seemed very contented "One Hundred and Eighty" The Hargreaves Clinic Ch. 01 "It was One Thirty three," "Bitch" I jabbed especially hard, "Yes, thats it, again," I gave her another good one. "Oh yes that's it, do it again." Suddenly she slumped against me. "Whew, thank's, Oh, my knees are all wobbly." she admitted. "I think we should get ourselves dry and get to bed." "Like where, do I sleep." I asked. "Here, with me, and I mean sleep, we have an early start." she replied. Someone delivered some hot Cocoa and we drank some and it must have had something in it because I fell asleep just about instantly. I woke about mid morning, my guts were killing me, I headed for the lavatory, Miss Allerton was gone, but when I came out of the lavatory she was waiting. "Anal day today, we better give you an enema." "What?" I said. "It was supposed to be slavery and whipping this morning but what's the point?" "None really, but what's that about Anal, I don't do Anal." "You do now." "No" "Do you want to be handcuffed?" she asked. "You will bloody have to if, ahhhh." she grabbed my wrist and wrenched my arm up behind me. "Down on the floor." she ordered and when I got down she held me with her knee, She fastened something round my neck and then grabbed my right wrist clipped what had to be a handcuff round it and clipped it to the thing round my neck, then she did the other wrist, "It's a doggy collar." She told me, "now we will give you an enema." You really don't want to know what happened next. "My arms are hurting." I complained as I watched her pull on a black corset, and a tiny mask with eye slits and some knee length black boots. "I think I am playing the mistress today," she said flicking a whip, I saw she had a drawer open and was selecting these bondage items, she already had a dog lead. "My arms" I repeated and she reached up and unclipped the left fastener and let me get more comfortable before she fastened it again, then she eased the right one as well. "Better?" she asked, and I nodded. "This is a treatment room, but we will use next door I think." She put my shoes on and clipped the leash to my collar and led me the short distance down the corridor to the next room. It was a larger room than the one we left, with two black leather armchairs and a black leather three seater sofa, and a bed, just a mattress on a single bed, and the floor had those carpet tiles like they use in kitchens, and standing by the window the two maintenance men from the lift. Miss Allerton had me sit in the middle of the sofa, "Thats it legs wide apart and let Rob at you." "Fuck off," I told her. "Look if you don't want to it's no problem, I can easily tie you up," she looked around, "Where is Sharon," "You said not to bother with her." said the older maintenance man. "Look Silvie," she said "We usually get a volunteer to show you what is involved here but I suppose I will have to do it, all right boys." I noticed them grinning at one another. I noticed her wriggling out of her corset and boots and she stood there completely naked as the two men slipped their boiler suits off to stand in their boxer shorts and then pretty soon they were naked too. "I'll just take John up my ass, first, John, do you have the lube?" "Yes boss," he smirked as he produced a tube of lube and smeared it on his fingers and walked round behind her as she bent over and he started to work the jelly into her anus. His penis was standing ramrod straight as he worked on her, and then he grasped her hips lined his tool up carefully then pulled her back onto him. I watched her face contort briefly in pain as he slid in then she smiled, "Oohh it feels so naughty," she pushed two then three fingers up her vagina and called "Mike, please," She raised herself upright and Mike came round in front of her and speared his penis easily up into her, and as he straightened I saw her feet lifted completely off the ground, she brought her legs up ane wrapped them round Mike's waist. "This,... is...... fucking...... brilliant." she moaned, "this should be you Silvie." She clamped her mouth over Mike's mouth and snogged him while they humped her. Minutes seemed to drag by as I stared open mouthed but slowly the humping speeded up, after a bit of a problem when they got out of sync, and then she was making these little yelping noises and rolling her eyes and then Mike was cumming, and she was gasping for breath her breathing rasping too excited and urgent for speech and then John moaned and they all collapsed in a heap onto the sofa, Miss Allerton landing on me. "Oh fucking hell, phew. god I needed that." she admitted as she dropped a hand between my legs. "I think you want some too." The moisture on her fingers was unmistakable. "I don't do anal" I said quietly. "Don't be silly, come along" she said dragging me with the leash, cum was running out of her cunt and ass hole but she was too excited to worry and she dragged me to the bedroom where we had spent the night where she fixed my leash to a hook on the skirting board behind the easy chair to leave me kneeling in front of the chair pretty much helpless as she grabbed a boxed set of dildoes and some lube. The first one was tiny, no bigger than the probe she used for my enema but the next ones made their presence felt and the fourth was sheer agony as she forced it into me. "Ahhgggh, I yelled as she forced it in with her knee. "No Miss, please it hurts," "No pain no gain, you're not bleeding, so shush." "No please," I shouted and to my shock she did not remove the dildo from my ass but stuck another one up my Vagina, "You need nipple clamps to really feel alive hang on." she said and she quickly found a pair and popped the little spring loaded clamps on to my already erect nipples. It felt like my nipples were on fire and being torn from me but then she kissed my mouth and the pain and pleasure merged. "Is she ready?" It was Mike, I never heard him come in to the room but in an instant he had removed the anal dildo and his lovely warm prick was sliding inside up my ass instead, he started to thrust and I heard the Dildo in my Vagina hit the floor but then Miss Allerton's fingers found my clit and I was drifting dreamily, it was like being high on weed, yet real, and then he was cumming. It felt so odd the spunk shooting up my ass, and I moaned "No" "Sorry," Mike apologised, "I got carried away." "He means he came too soon." Miss Allerton explained. "Yes," I agreed as his prick shrank and slid from me. "Shall we clean up in th shower, girls together." she suggested. and I realised she had unclipped my leash and was undoing my collar and handcuffs , she put her arm round my shoulders as I took off the nipple clamps and we headed for the shower. I had never seen another girls ass gape open the way hers did as she held herself open for me to squirt some water up inside her, it was fascinating as was the way she held her Labia open for my to wash the spunk away from her vagina, and then we were drying ourselves and she announced we should have a lie down. "Have you got another name except Miss Allerton I can call you, only it's like you are my teacher or something?" "Well I am your teacher, Mistress will do but never ever call me Dorothea or Dotty," she replied as she locked the door. She climbed under the duvet and I joined her and we had a nice snooze, real nice holding each other, lovely and warm. We woke to the sound of someone knocking the door, Dinner was served, Kentucky Fried Chicken and Fries, we ate it in bed. "John and Mike should be ready for you, are you ready for the ride of your life?" she asked. "I'll finish me Tea first if you don't mind," I suggested. "I cancelled the volunteer yesterday," she admitted, "for the double, I don't like one on one with a man but two at once is a different thing altogether, you must try, they had to tie me up the first time." "Tie you," I queried. "Oh yes I started as a patient," she admitted, " I had terrible trouble, not like you, no, I missed my friends when I left boarding school and boys did nothing for me so Mummy arranged for me to see a specialist, and now I am so cured that I am a qualified instructor." I put my plate down and went to the bathroom to wash my hands, "Ready?" she asked. "Well." I said uncertainly. "Shall I tie you up?" "No, It's all right" I said but my knees were knocking as I followed her back to the treatment room. Mike and John were waiting there. "Ask them nicely then," Miss Allerton suggested. "What?" "Ask them to fuck you, D P style, double penetration, you know." "Uh will you, uh." "Sure Darlin, you're Silvie right, just bend over and John will be right with you." I could not believe I was going to do this, "Hold yourself open, pull that ass apart," Miss Allerton suggested and I pulled as I bent forward and John was there and I felt his fingers Lubing me and then his prick was sliding in but then her pulled me upright and Mike grabbed my thighs separating my legs and I grabbed his prick and guided it in me as I clamped my legs round his waist. I felt so full, so wanted, their two firm bodies pressing against me as they humped in perfect synchronisation, I had my cheek beside Mike's and I felt the tears flowing as my clit throbbed and pressed against Mike's pelvis and I floated on sheer waves of pleasure, how different to Danny, I could never go back to him now, I needed these guys, no wonder Miss Allerton had volunteered to demonstrate. Was it a word, or a sign, or sheer instinct but as one their pace increased and my insides ached with pleasure and my nipples cried in vain for attention then waves of pleasure washed over me as their semen flooded my insides and I suddenly felt completely filled.fulfilled perhaps, but certainly filled with semen and they were shrinking. Mike put me down, and we sat together on the settee, me in the middle and the boys took a breast each and nibbled and sucked my titties until they also felt satisfied, sort of afterwards fore play, like is that afterplay? I expected a cigarette, weed perhaps, but we just sat there quietly. Dr Hargreaves knocked on the door and walked in. "Well, well, what a performance, you certainly cannot say you can't get an orgasm now." "What, were you watching?" I asked. "Yes," he said "in real time on the monitors and of course I will use the video for other treatments." "Hey, I never said you could video me," I protested. "Of course you did," he told me, "you signed the consent forms, you agreed to us recording your treatment on video, you signed the form." "Oh, I suppose I should have read it." I told him. "I think you can go home tomorrow, how do you wish to pay? "Pay?" I asked. "Pay, yes pay, this is not the NHS, we are not a charity, well we are but." the Doctor said. "Silvie," Miss Allerton butted in, "We rely on fees and charitable donations, I thought you knew this." "No," I said sadly, "How much do I owe?" "Three days at a thousand a day, that's dollars, so two thousand eight hundred pounds." Miss Allerton suggested. "I can't pay that." To be continued...