3 comments/ 50441 views/ 5 favorites The Doctor Ch. 01 By: minder4u ONE Lynn Easton MD was uncomfortable being on this side of the desk. Even if the person on the other side was Fiona Lorimer, a colleague and friend. Fiona had done her psych residency at the same time as Lynn was doing her OB, and now both were full time Attending Staff at the General. But she was desperate. It had been humiliating to come to Fiona in the first place, and she had struggled ineffectually with the problem for years, before finally admitting defeat, and letting someone else into her most shameful secrets. Fiona was 30, a tall, rather bony woman with severe rimless demilune glasses which she was taking off now, and tapping reflectively against her teeth. "Lynn, you have PSAS. Persistent Sexual Arousal Syndrome. Usually, though, women with PSAS do not experience desire for sex along with the arousal. That's unusual." "Well, I could die of embarrassment, because I start wanting to copulate with the NAM, and I need several orgasms to quieten it down." "The NAM?" "The Nearest Available Male." "There is no consistently successful drug therapy, Lynn. SSRIs are used but there's evidence that they make it worse, and other evidence that they make it better. Same for mood stabilisers. It's discouraging for you because it means that likely nothing works." "Fi, please try me on something! I like sex but this is ridiculous. Last night I went to club and propositioned a guy. . . We ended up in the sack, and the asshole refused to wear protection." "Oh, Lynn!" "I was of course delirious with lust and couldn't stop him from fucking me. . . You have to be able to help me, Fi. I'm almost constantly in a state of arousal, with wet panties and a throbbing clit—" Fiona looked interested. "And you say the trigger can be anything?" "Or nothing. Sometimes a gorgeous man I should want to check out leaves me cold, and then suddenly a plumber fixing a sink in my house turns me into a glob of jelly. So horny I want to just rip off my clothes and throw myself on the floor in front of him." "Odd that. Is there a pattern?" "You know, Fiona, I think I've found something out. It has something to do with smell. Certain smells --" Fiona laughed. "Do you know smell is a short circuit to the limbic system?" "The what? I've forgotten all that psych stuff." "The limbic system. The area of the brain that has to do with emotion and libido is the same part that deals with the interpretation of olfactory cues in our environment." "Oh, Fiona! I don't want why, or how, I just want it to stop." Fiona scribbled a prescription, handed it to Lynn. "Try these. See me in a month." It was an indescribable, subtle kind of smell. Always from the bodies of men, and distressingly, most powerfully, from the bodies of men who were not obsessive about the frequency with which they showered. Thus the plumber, and once, in the street, as she passed a gang of men leaning industriously on shovels around some pavement repairs, she'd had to get out the little bottle of nailpolish remover she used to sniff to drown out these odours. She hoped people didn't notice her furtive hand movements around her face, or think she was doing drugs or something. It was because of the persistent and distressing sexual arousal she experienced that Lynn had decided to go into OB. That way she was guaranteed all her patients were women. Still, there were frequent enough problems with a husband or boyfriend of a patient, when she had to see the couple together to explain something. She seemed blind to the faults of the various men she had had relationships with, and it took a lot of will power to turn her back on the sex they gave her. The pills Fiona gave her were useless, and gave her stomach ache. She threw them out and cancelled her return appointment. When she met Fiona at a social function, she lied, and said the pills had improved the situation. Fiona was pleased. One summer evening, Lynn got a call from Wendy Archer, a patient, asking her to fill out the guarantor portion of her passport application: "Dr Easton, I'm sorry to ask you this, but it's really urgent. I have to get it done as soon as possible because we're leaving for my Mom's in Oregon in three days." "I'm not sure I can—" "Please, Dr Easton. If I send Bobby round with the form, could you do it tonight? Pleeeease!" Lynn really liked Wendy, but this made her angry. Typical that Wendy should have left the renewal of her passport to the last minute. She took a deep breath. "All right, Wendy. I'll do it." "Oh, thank you! Thank you, Doctor! I'll send him right over." "You're welcome, Wendy." But welcome wasn't the word Lynn really had in mind. It sounded more like nuisance. She sighed. This is what Fiona would have called a Boundary Issue. Right. OK, so I let my patients walk all over me. I try too hard to get them to like me. I need to have limits. Be firm. When it happened, Lynn was totally unprepared. There was Bobby, Wendy's eighteen year-old son, standing at the door of her condo, clutching a sheaf of papers. He looked hot, and out of breath. "Hey, Bobby! Did you run all the way? Come in." "No, Doctor Easton. I biked." "Do you want an ice-cold while I do the form?" "That works for me!" So Bobby was sitting on her chesterfield, gulping down a coke from the can. Lynn was at the living room table, angrily signing in the box indicated, scrawling on the back of the photo. It was done. Then she felt a familiar trembling. She was suddenly very afraid. She almost ran to the bathroom, where she sat on the seat and viciously rubbed herself to orgasm. This took eleven seconds. But it did partially calm the tingle in her clitoris, the ache in her vulva. She was furious. She usually was when this happened. She wasn't thinking of having sex with Bobby. The idea was ridiculous. This was just free-floating arousal, triggered by some molecule in the complex of musk and heat that radiated from a young man, who was hot and sweaty from a bike ride. It wasn't her fault. But it wasn't his either. She just had to get him out of the apartment quickly. As soon as he had left, she knew she would go to her bedroom and masturbate again. "Are you OK, Doctor Easton?" "Something I ate. I just had to run and heave." "Can I do anything?" What an extraordinary question. She handed Bobby the forms and saw her hand was shaking. She almost screamed at him. He had to get out! Now! But Bobby's eyes were soft with concern. And he caught her as she passed out. It was only a few seconds, maybe a minute later, she was lying on the chesterfield. He must have carried her there. He was kneeling over her with a cold cloth. Wiping her face. She took a deep panicked breath of his aroma. She wanted him to go! But she couldn't say anything. She felt paralysed. "Maybe I should call an ambulance." "No, Bobby. It's not serious. I get these spells. It'll pass." "I'll stay with you until you're over it." "Thank you, Bobby . . ." Her brain had formed the words "that won't be necessary," but she could not push the words out to her tongue. This felt wonderful. This was dangerous. Thrilling. The tender concern in Bobby's eyes. The coolness of the cloth stroking her face. She desperately wanted to turn her face into his hand and kiss it. He was such a beautiful boy. Tall, well built, athletic, short, blonde hair. When he straightened up, she could see that she was having some effect on him. A bulge in the centre of his shorts announced his own arousal. It seemed like they were both astonished by the situation. Both unwilling to accept it as real. The motions of the cloth became mechanical. The cloth was no longer cool. Bobby just didn't want this moment to pass. Neither did Lynn. Then Bobby leaned over and kissed her softly on the lips. "I'm sorry! Oh, I'm sorry!" He jumped to his feet. He would have rushed to the door and escaped, but he had to detour to the table to get his mother's forms. Lynn had time to sit up. "Bobby." "Oh, Doctor, I'm sorry! I shouldn't have done that! It's just that- I- You looked so-" "Bobby." "Please don't tell my Mom!" "Come here, Bobby." She had to stand, meet him. Place her hands round his face. Draw herself up to return the kiss. This felt like Destiny. She had known almost from the first instant of Bobby's hot, fragrant body standing in her doorway, that it was going to happen. There would be Consequences. Serious ones. She didn't care. She was overwhelmed by lust. She was undoing her blouse. Bobby's eyes were wide with astonishment, and then he too abandoned the struggle. When he took off his T shirt, Lynn almost came. She was already bra-less. Then her panties were at her feet. The boy gasped. He fell to his knees and placed his face right in the glistening wetness of her panty-crotch. He breathed in deeply, and gently helped her disentangle her feet. Then his face was caressing her belly, kissing it, his hands roaming over her naked flanks and buttocks. Every electric, feathery touch of his hands cranked up the waves of lust that possessed her body. Wordlessly, Lynn led him by the hand to her bedroom. She flicked down the covers, then had the presence of mind to get a condom out of her bedside drawer. He looked puzzled. Embarrassed. She realised he had never put one on before. She ripped the foil, quickly rolled the rubber down the length of his shaft. That he was well endowed seemed like too clinical a thought. This was physiology at work, she mused. He was a boy. Inexperienced. Likely a virgin. He'd fuck her with quick disorganised thrusts, come, then be overcome with embarrassment and shame. She'd come too. Quickly, of course. Then the Consequences. The unbearable shame and anger at herself. He took longer than she would have thought. He actually made eye contact, caressed her whole body as his pelvis jolted her into the mattress rhythmically and with accelerating energy. Waves of pleasure brought her to an almost unbearable pitch of arousal, pulsing with a rhythm slower than Bobby's panicked thrusts. She felt mad with desire, helpless to control the matching rhythm of her own pelvis, letting a low moan gather in her throat as she felt herself move irresistably towards the edge of the cliff where she would cry out, fall, and feel herself spinning through space, as she plunged into a sea of peace. They came together. The first time that that had ever happened for Lynn. It was at the moment that the tip of his finger touched, as if by accident, her anal pucker. She was startled, but nothing could stop her maddened rush to the edge as he pumped his urgent seed into the condom, into her. There was a couple of minutes of silence. Deep breathing. They lay side by side staring intently at the decorative plaster on her ceiling, their thighs touching, without thought, apparently. This was a moment, Lynn reasoned, between the animal lust, the insane coupling, and the rest of her life. The Consequences. Whatever. She didn't hurry to leave the cocoon of sex. Time enough for the Consequences. Later. "What does the 'L' stand for?" Bobby was turned toward her. Staring at her intently. "Dr 'L' Easton?" "Lynn. But you may call me Dr Easton. . . I'm sorry, Bobby, but this will never happen again. I promise you. I cannot be Lynn to you." "Oh." He looked crestfallen. "I thought—" "This was lust, Bobby pure and simple. This was what our bodies wanted desperately to do. Did do. But won't again." But she felt sorry for his evident disappointment. Did he really think there could be an ongoing affair between them? She caressed his face sadly, then lifted herself half up to kiss him again. "It was very nice, Bobby." His lips responded eagerly, almost savagely. "It was wonderful." "I'm glad." "You are so beautiful." "Thank you, Bobby. A woman always likes to hear that. Pity my last boyfriend neglected to ever tell me he found me beautiful." "So you don't have a boyfriend?" She knew where this was going. "Oh, I'm pretty sure he'll come grovelling back with a bunch of flowers and I'll take him back." "Don't!" "Bobby. . . You mustn't—" Lynn often wondered what would have happened if Bobby hadn't suddenly burst into tears. His face was wet as it moved hungrily over her breasts and belly. She caressed his head. She pressed lightly down when his face brushed her pubic triangle. Kneeling now, he gently pushed her thighs apart. "You are so beautiful." She widened her legs, brought her knees up, so he could see her vulva, and the thin drool of mucus running down over her rosebud. "Bobby?" "Yes, Lynn?" "Fuck me again." "Yes, Mam!" And he did. Several times. After the second time, Lynn got a page from Wendy and said Bobby had left thirty minutes ago, but that he was going to drop by the 7-11 and hang out before coming home. "I'll kill that boy!" Wendy wailed. "I don't suppose it'll hurt if you mail it in the morning," Lynn said reasonably, hanging up the cordless on its stand and turning back to the task of taking Bobby's beautiful cock in her mouth. Then, around eleven, he was sated. And she was almost sated. They washed each other carefully in the shower. She aroused reflexly when his fingers boldly rinsed the soap from her natal cleft. Her fingers matched that boldness in his. He dried her. Kissed her incessantly. Bent down to kiss her hard nipples. "I'll be back." " Bobby. I don't think so. This can't go anywhere. It was a wonderful evening. For both of us. And now it's over." He didn't argue with her. Perhaps he knew that no argument was necessary. Nor in any case sufficient. He just kissed her, as she stood naked in her doorway. Then the door shut with a soft thud. She fell to her knees and covered her face with her hands, sobbing softly. It wasn't that the Consequences were flooding upon her, the shame, the regret. As a matter of fact, there was little of either. Making love with Bobby had been for her an event full of tenderness, of careful, and delighted exploration. Bobby was inexperienced. In fact, he had surrendered his virginity to her. But he was so tender, so attentive to every quiver in her body, that she knew that he had been the best lover she had ever had. . . This fact frightened and thrilled her. And the tears were for the fact that her helplessness had no end. She had had six separate, tumultuous orgasms with Bobby, and she was already reaching reflexly down between her legs to bring on another one, which racked her body as she lay curled in a fetal position next to the front door of her apartment. "Fiona. I lied to you. It didn't go away. I didn't take the pills." "Lynn, how can I help you if—" "I know, Fi. But it's serious now. It's got to the point where I screwed somebody— I shouldn't have. . ." "Let me guess. Somebody you shouldn't have. . . The main squeeze of one of your patients?" "No. Not that bad, Fi. Just somebody who is very destructive to me, but who I can't keep out of my bed." "Move away?" "Start over in a new hospital, a new town? Abandon my referral base?" "'Kay. Let's try again. And this time you take the fucking pills. Well, the non-fucking pills." "They hurt my stomach." "Take them with food." Lynn's stomach churned reflexly at the voice over the intercom. It was hoarse, conspiratorial: "It's me, Bobby!" Without saying anything, she buzzed him in. The last thing she needed was a prolonged public exchange over the intercom. She felt trapped. On Thursday night, the night after Bobby fucked her so comprehensively, she remembered her anger and disappointment that Bobby hadn't tried to see her. Along with relief. But mostly, just a feeling of abandonment. She wanted him to pursue her, so she could refuse him. But she did want the giddy thrill of him being persistent. Now on Friday, when he really did turn up at her door, she wanted to feel annoyance, but only succeeded in feeling a rush of happiness that he had come back. Her door was open when he arrived, and she shut it quickly behind him. She felt a blush warm her cheek as she looked at him, knowing that they both had the same thought. When she last saw Bobby, she had just kissed him goodbye, standing naked in her own doorway. "Hi!" Bobby said, smiling uncertainly. He had a half-empty backpack which he let fall at his feet as he reached for her. Lynn neither came forward nor stepped back. She accepted the confident caress of his hands, framing her face, the gentle kiss on the lips. "Bobby!" Her voice was a hollow imitation of reproach. Bobby was now right up against her, his hands resting gently on her hips, on the bare skin above her waistband. "I'm here for the weekend," Bobby said, nuzzling her hair. It was all so inevitable. Physiology was already pumping the blood to fire her cheeks, to engorge her genitals. The thought of two whole days of their bodies interlaced and urgent with lust, of the smell of sweat, of aroused womanhood, made her tremble. Now he was undressing her. Quickly, he undid the buttons of her blouse, then unclasped her bra, loosened the shorts, so they fell around her ankles. Wearing only her panties, she allowed him to lead her by the hand to the bedroom, where he lifted her onto the bed. " The sheets smell of you." He said, removing his T-shirt, ". . . you didn't change them." She allowed him to arrange her body on the bed. On her back with her legs up and parted, the glisten of arousal clearly visible in the crotch of her panties. He was kneeling between her legs now, stroking his erect penis. "Panties. Off!" He said abruptly. There was a peremptory gleam in his eyes. An expression that brooked no hesitation or discussion. She quickly removed the panties and placed them in his outstretched hand. He sniffed them, then threw them onto the bed, close to her head. He was in a hurry the first time. He hardly pumped half a dozen times before his face contorted and his pelvis doubled its rhythm, spending him. His face was close to hers. He had the panties in his hand and was using them to paint her body with her excitement. He painted her nipples, her face, her mouth with her own wetting, then kissed where he had decorated her, licked her there. A low moan gathered in her throat as he began to stroke the insides of her thighs. Her juices slimed his fingers and he brought them up to her mouth. She suckled contentedly on them. Short excited mewls like the noise made by a cat in heat, vibrated in her throat as he parted her, opened her, entered her. . . She couldn't have him coming round any more. Mrs Sampson had already seen him twice and commented. Lynn said he'd come to put together some IKEA furniture. "I'm so hopeless at that stuff!" she said gaily. "Oh, totally!" Said Ellie Sampson, a brainless young woman whose husband worked in some quite responsible job for the phone company. She smiled expectantly. Lynn was not going to invite Ellie in to admire the New Whatever. And, now, fuck, she'd better buy something substantial from IKEA. Like she had any room. She took rooms in motels for the weekends. A different motel each time, where the newlywed Eastons would spend the weekend while their house was being remodelled. The husband, Bobby, had a wispy beard which made him look older, but they still asked for his ID in bars. The managers and owners would have been unsurprised that the Eastons were, like all newlyweds, absorbed with each other and hardly ever left the room except when one or the other, never the two together, would sneak out to buy take-out of some kind. Occasionally, someone would comment that Bobby could almost pass for a teenager. Lynn didn't even care whether they noticed or not. Consequences were inevitable, but perpetually postponable. The Doctor Ch. 01 It all started when I changed jobs, a few months ago. The new HR people had told me that that I had to have a medical, to fit in with their health insurance requirements, so I'd made the phone calls, spoken to the young lady on their reception, and fixed the date and time. "You'll find our clinic just along the High Street," she said, "about a hundred yards past the BP garage. You can't miss us, as we've got a sign saying 'Albany Clinic' on the street, then there's a car park round the back. Look forward to seeing you next Tuesday at 4pm." So the days came and went, and I'd idly fantasised about the doctor and nurse thing, wondering just why some guys found nurse's uniforms arousing, when for me the major turn-on was just wool. Sweaters, cardigans, twinsets, jumpers - all were fabulous on the right body, especially a well-proportioned more mature lady, with a certain twinkle in her eye. There was something about the way that woollen clothes just clung tightly to her breasts, revealing the shape, changing as she moved, and even showing off her nipples too if you were lucky. On the Tuesday I was running late, so I phoned ahead to let them know. Then I couldn't find their clinic, however well signed it was. Eventually I got there about 15 minutes late, and walked into the rather smart beech-furniture reception, where a couple of nurse-dressed girls were behind the reception. 'Why this nurse uniform?' I asked myself as I said my name and apologised for being late. The younger one, with shorter dark hair made a pained smile. "Thanks for letting us know, but we are now running well behind our schedule. I'll just let Doctor Jones know that you are here, and we'll see if she can fit you in. We do have a very busy schedule you know. Please take a seat!" and she beckoned me to the seats on the other side of the reception area. As I look around there seemed lots of corridors and doors both to the left and the right, so I just picked up one of the magazines on the table and did my waiting room thing of flicking through them while the receptionists chatted and maybe got round to calling Dr Jones. After a couple of minutes there was a voice to my left - a mature lady's voice, quite deep and well used to calling patients to medicals. "Mr Jarvis? Mr Andrew Jarvis?" As I was the only one there, I kind of figured it was me, so I stood up and peered to where the voice had come from. "Yes, I'm here!" I said. Then the voice came round the corner, and nearly fell over as I walked towards her. Dr Jones was about ten years older than me, in her late forties, with an attractive smile and medium length wavy auburn hair which nearly reached her shoulders. But it wasn't the hair that stopped me in my pace, but the clothes she was wearing. Not for her the mere nurse's uniform - she was a doctor, so could wear what she liked. Which was a sweater suit with matching cardigan - or a twinset with matching skirt - I couldn't figure out which. It was in a fine knit baby blue cashmere, which looked just utterly sensual and so divine. The cardigan was unbuttoned, and hung open over her breasts, which looked full and rounded as I took in my first glance. I guess she had shoes on too, but I just didn't notice. "Ah Mr Jarvis, a little late are we?" she asked, then continued, "Just follow me into the clinic please." As I walked behind her, mesmerised, her fragrance just caught my nose: heavy, musky, warm, and so unexpected on a doctor doing routine medicals. My eyes were exploring up and down her mature and shapely figure as she led me through the door of Clinic G. She waited with the door open, so I walked passed her, apologising for my delays. "Yes, I'm sorry I was late but I just got held up with a phone call just as I was leaving..." I began, but she interrupted. "I know how busy things can be, Mr Jarvis. Can I call you Andrew? Please come in and take a seat over there by my desk." and she smiled a somehow knowing smile as I moved past her, wanting to stare and stroke but realising I just couldn't. I got a glimpse, anyway, of the soft rounded swellings where he breasts pushed forwards under the soft wool. God she was gorgeous! As I sat down at the end of the desk she sat in the main seat, only a yard away, then pulled forward the file with the medical questionnaire on it. I watched intently as she moved, studying her body - which was not quite so slim as I'd thought - she had a mature fullness but was certainly a trim looking lady. And so sexy in that blue twinset! "Right!" she smiled, looking directly at me, so I stared back into her deep blue eyes. "Now there are just some basic questions first, so I'll go through those and you just give me you answers. It should only take a few minutes." God, I thought, it could take a few hours if meant me sitting here staring at her and her sweater-covered body. I was now taking in the details - the cardigan was a v-neck, with just a short ribbing at the end of the long sleeves, which were pulled just a fraction up her fore-arms, folding the wool softly at the elbows, and the wool seemed quite tight over her shoulders. As she moved forwards so the cardigan hid her breasts, but when she sat upright again, so they pushed wonderfully forwards under the wool of her sweater, showing off her full mature shape. The sweater underneath had a simple high round neck, and stretched wonderfully tight and smooth over her breasts as she sat upright after writing on the form. And her skirt just continued the blue colour over her hips, ending with a matching short hem just above her knee. All the wool was the softest-looking cashmere, which was even more gorgeous close-up than it had been from a distance, with the soft short hairs of the cashmere contrasting beautifully with her skin at her sleeves and round her neck. . She'd gone through the questions of name, address, date of birth and phone details before I'd realised she'd been asking me anything and I'd been giving her the answers like a robot. It was just so gorgeous to be looking at such an arousing lady, from such close quarters, sharing in a simple conversation, and watching her eyes as she looked up at me, then scanning her body while she wrote down the details. I wondered why the nurse hadn't done this earlier - but was very glad they weren't allowed to do this simple administration. "Good, well that's the basics, now on to the medical questions," she started, before asking me about childhood diseases, injections and all sorts of background details, some of which I remembered, and some I had to guess at. I glanced at the questionnaire and was glad to see it looked like several pages, which meant several minutes of taking in the image and fragrance of her body, and her soft yet firm voice, for playing back later when I was back in my bed. I knew how I'd be getting to sleep that night - and a waking in my pants alerted me that he was already thinking of these things. After a few more minutes of questions, when my eyes had gone over her body about a million times, taking in all the little subtleties of shade and texture in the wool, the rounded bulges of her breasts, the little folds of wool in her elbow and the slight ripple of her bra back as she leaned forward, my cock was growing hard in my pants, and I gently squirmed in the chair to ease it along. "Well that seems to be the basic questions, Andrew - now for the examination." she said, putting down her pen. "Just take of your jacket and roll up your shirt sleeves, so I can check your blood pressure." I did as instructed, while she prepared the high-tech armband, then heaven! She touched my bare left arm, sending a tingle of energy through my whole body. Then she leaned forward to put the sleeve in the right place, which meant her physically pushing my sleeve back - but it wouldn't go far enough. As she struggled with my shirt, so I felt her cardigan brushing against my fore-arm, feeling deliciously soft and somehow so intimate. "No, it won't pull up. I think you'll need to take your shirt off too please - just leave it on the back of your chair!" So I stood up, and unbuttoned my shirt, trying to keep my chest out and belly in to look a little more manly. Watching her from above, I looked down on the top of her head, and the swelling of her breasts below, and for a second the thought of her just sucking me off came teasingly into my head. Another cock twinge followed, as I peeled off my shirt, and hung it on the back of the chair before sitting down again - now strangely undressed and vulnerable. "Right, this should be easier - just put your left arm forward onto the table, and I'll wrap this sleeve around you..." she began, moving forwards and half standing before me as she tightened the velcro. Her cardigan hung forward as she moved, and again somehow brushed against my right arm, feeling so soft and sensuous against my bare skin. Mmm... she was just so attractive! As she sat back her cardigan hung open, and I even spotted a gentle wobble of her breasts under the tight wool of her jumper. "Now let's see the readings, " she said, looking straight into my eyes and smiling. "I wonder if you're a high blood-pressure man?" "I hope not!" I smiled back, feeling my heart beating faster, "Maybe just a bit excited, that's all!" She smiled to herself, then noted the readings as the machine went through its automated cycle. "No, you're 100% fine on these readings." she smiled, jotting down the numbers, "So not too excited at the moment, anyway." I felt myself somehow blushing at her words, as she moved her chair to seat herself facing me. I could feel my eyes drawn magnetically to her breasts, and spotted maybe even a little hint of a growing nipple, but tried not to let her see my glances. "Now we need some basic height and weight measurements, so take of your socks and shoes, and follow me over to the scales." There was something just so arousing in her voice, and her matter of fact orders to take my clothes off that was driving my cock wild. But I didn't want it wild, as I knew I'd got tight white underpants on, which kind of clung to my body making my pressing erection feel so good but somehow way too revealing if she was to catch a glimpse of it. Why hadn't I just worn a pair of boxers? And why white, why not black or dark blue to hide a little in the shadows? Anyway I just took off my shoes and socks then followed Dr Jones as she walked over to the other side of the room where there were some scales and a height scale against the wall, with a sliding measuring arm half way up it.. "Right, now just stand against the wall, with your hands by your side." she said, coming alongside me to pull the sliding arm up above my head, then down to just touch the top of my head. She was now moving her arms so close, sending more perfume about. Then as the arm touched my hair I must have moved a little, as she simply pressed her hand into the middle of my chest and pushed me back against the wall. "No getting out of position!" she smiled, keeping her hand on my chest. God it felt like heaven again as her pretty wool-covered arm brushed against my chest, holding me steady while her other arm lowered the height lever. "OK, that's 189 centimetres." she said, writing it on the sheet she'd brought over. "Now for the scales please. Of course you'll need to slip your trousers off for this so we get a true weight - just leave them on the chair with your shirt, please." Now my head started reeling as much as my cock was throbbing, because slipping out of my trousers was easily done facing away from her, and walking over to the chair would be no problem - but walking back again I knew I'd be showing off everything through these tight stretch white underpants. "OK." I mumbled, doing in practice what I just previewed. Trousers off was fine, facing the door. And yes my erection was pretty much fully hard and definitely clearly visible. Over to the chair fine. Then turn around, hoping she's looking the other way for the five or six steps back across to the couch. But no, she's looking right at me. Worse, she's staring right at my groin. I feel like I'm on a naked parade, in front of the most beautiful and arousing woman in the world. Now my pulse rate must be double at least! I walked over to the scales, every step feeling more and more embarrassed as I knew I couldn't hide my erection, pressing hard against my pants. She motioned to the scales, and I stepped onto the base-plate. It was an old-fashioned scale with sliding weights, which she began to move about. "Sorry to have to use this antique!" she smiled, "but the regular digital balance just blew up last week, and we're still waiting for a replacement. It'll take me a bit longer to do, but the results will be fine. Just stand very still with your hands by your side please." I stood as still as I could, holding my stomach in and feeling my cock pressing out. And I could see her looking at me as she slid the weights along the beam, glancing down to my bulge then back to the weights. I felt like showing off to her, but knew I couldn't - and heard my breath panting gently as I held my stomach in and chest out. "I hope it's not too cold for you, Andrew, so sound as if your breathing is a bit shivery. I'm all snug in my cardy, so I forget that it could be chilly for you - would you like me to turn the heating up?" she asked, starting to move over to the heating controls. "No," I replied, "It's fine, thank you Doctor. It just feels a bit strange standing here." "Oh, don't worry about that!" she smiled, coming back to the balance. "I've seen so many dozens of naked men that one more won't make any difference! And after all, you've still got your underpants on, even if they seem rather tight. That might not be good for you, you know, so I'll just check that out in a moment. First, let's just get down this weight - let me see - 78 kilos. That seems fine for your height. Now follow me to the couch and I'll check your reflexes." So watching her blue-clad body, I followed her as she walked over to the couch, easing my cock into a more comfortable position while she was looking the other way. God I was hard! "Come and site on the edge of the couch first!" she ordered, then she looked at my groin again and added, "Of course I may need to take your blood pressure again if your condition persists." I lifted myself up to sit on the edge of the couch, wondering if she joking. "Well, if you need to, feel free!" She just looked me in the eye. "I was just looking at you walking over, that's all - you seem to have got quite a fit body. Now let's test your reflexes. Just relax your legs for me." And she took out her little hammer to knock against my knee reflex points, us both watching as my lower legs just bounced forwards with each knock. "Now the arm reflex." she said, reaching for my left elbow and pulling it towards her. It felt so good the way she just grabbed me, and the way her cardigan brushed against me again was so divine. "I didn't know there was an arm reflex?" I half asked. "Oh yes," she smiled - not so clear as the knee one. Just relax your forearm - that's right, make it go floppy..." 'I wish!' I thought to myself, still feeling my cock twitching every time she touched me. Then she banged on the outer corner of my elbow - this time just using her hands - and sure enough my arm swung out, brushing into the soft blue wool of her cardigan. I nearly grabbed the wool as my hand swung back, but realised I should save it for fantasies later. She moved around to the other side, and this time I was ready, holding out my arm for her to support, and relishing the soft feel of wool as my loose arm swung out towards her. It was also an excuse to keep my eye focused on my arm, knowing that just behind were her breasts, outlined beautifully by the stretched wool, with outlines of her nipples now clearly showing through. "Great! I think all your reflexes work." she said. "Well these four, anyway! Now up on the couch and lie on your back for me please, Andrew. I'll have a check of your abdominals!" As I got up I knew she couldn't help but see the prominence of my cock, now stretching my underpants so tightly. I quickly lay back, as she moved alongside, looking down at me. "First lets see if you've got any internal problems." she said. "Let me know if anything hurts." And she began a wonderful manipulation of my stomach, pressing in here and there, squeezing and pushing, all the time her cardigan brushed over my skin as she reached across me. "No pains?" she asked, after a few moments. "No, that felt fine!" I replied, trying not to add, 'and so arousing too'. "OK." she said, "Now for the hernia test - just cough for me when I ask you to." And with that she just lifted up the elastic of my underpants between my hip and my belly with one hand, sliding her other hand down, down over my hairs. Fortunately my cock was facing the other way, so I coughed when asked, and she nodded and smiled. "Now for the other side." I knew I couldn't control my cock, and when she lifted the elastic waistband up on this side, so it just sprang out, brushing against the back of her hand. I looked at it, then up at her. "Just cough when I ask you." she said. God she was amazingly cool. And I was amazingly embarrassed, my throbbing cock rising when I coughed for her. "Well all is OK there, Andrew," she smiled, loosing the elastic back to trap my cock now firmly out and exposed. "But we seem to have a problem here, don't we. I thought you looked rather over excited as you walked towards the couch, but this penis of yours is clearly causing you a problem, and the stretch material of your underpants seems to be trapping your testicles too tightly too." "Well," I said, flustered by her approach, "It's not so much a problem, more that I just find you very arousing, that's all." "Well, well see." she replied, "In that case we can just solve it in an easy way, can't we? The final thing I will need from you is a urine sample, but there's no way that you'll be able to do that with an erection like this. So I do have an optional test for a semen sample, which will also test your sperm count if you're wearing tight underpants regularly. Would that be alright for you now?" God, yes - but how? "Err... how do you mean?" I asked. "Well, you just put your hands out of the way behind your head." she said, waiting for me to do her bidding. "Now lift up your hips so I can slip these underpants down a little." I couldn't believe it as I lifted my hips and she calmly pulled my pants down to my knees. Then she turned to a side cabinet, and took a clear plastic pot from the drawer, carefully putting a label on it and writing some details on it. All this time I was watching her, lusting after her, but not believing I was lying on the couch, my naked cock firmly erect and exposed to the world. I looked round at the door - it wasn't even locked. What would she do next - was I going to have to jerk off in front of her? "Right Andrew," she smiled, taking the lid off the pot - it was a couple of inches around and about as squat. "I'm just going to manipulate your penis to give me a semen sample in this pot, so just lie back and relax. When you feel it build up, please try not to shout out, as we don't want everyone in the building to know, now do we." God, she was going to do me. Just there and then. "Now, she said, taking the pot in her left hand, then putting it on my stomach. "Let's see how you respond to this little reflex. I did say you've got many reflexes, didn't I?" "Yes" I panted, as she grasped the base of my cock with her right hand, causing a spasm of pleasure over my whole body, then she gently stroked her left hand finger and thumb all along the length of my cock. That first touch alone was heaven times a million. She looked so fantastic anyway - and now she was trying to get my semen out of me! The Doctor Ch. 01 "Well you've certainly got a very firm penis here, Andrew. Do you masturbate quite frequently or are you in a sexual relationship?" She carried on her conversation while she began to move her fingers and thumb exquisitely up and down my shaft. God she wanted me to talk too? Then she spoke again, before I could answer. "Well I didn't put that very well, as I guess you could easily do both, couldn't you? I just wondered if you ejaculate quite frequently as your penis looks in a very healthy condition." I was now finding it hard to breathe evenly as she continued her amazing pleasuring, and my movements were making the pot wobble on my stomach. "Well, I'm not in a relationship right now," I said, between pants, "So I guess most nights I do have a quickie before bed." It felt so embarrassing to be confessing to this gorgeous woman, who was so intent on jerking me off. "Maybe I shouldn't be asking these personal questions," she responded, "Let's just concentrate on getting this semen sample out of you, shall we?" And still gripping the base of my cock with her right hand she began to grip tighter around my shaft with her left, and started a wonderful rhythmic pumping action on me. "This usually does the trick!" she smiled, watching me start panting after she got her hand rhythm going. It also got her breasts wobbling in time, and the wool of her cardigan swaying gently as her arm moved about its wonderful business. "You do like looking at my breasts, don't you?" she smiled, "It is funny how men find them so attractive!" then she whispered, "but they all do!" "And I hope you can see a little response from me, as my nipples are getting quite hard watching you provide this sample. Just excuse me a minute!" And she let go my cock, leaving it throbbing there on the verge of cumming, then she stood up and pulled her jumper down tight. There, clearly poking forward under the soft blue wool, were the unmistakeable buldges of her hardened nipples. She gently stroked her hands over them, almost pausing to tease the nipples harder, then looked back at me. "I think you should be ready now, don't you?" and she moved back down to work, gripping my cock with her right hand, and holding the plastic pot with her left. "Now I'm just going to give you a quick test of your reflex, so when it cums just relax and let it all flow into this pot. Ready now?" "Ahhh" I sighed, between pants, "Yes, please!" I knew I was right on the edge, and that extra showing off of her breasts had been just so gorgeous, with her breasts now wobbling as her hand kept up its pumping motion. "Come on!" she smiled, "let me see the sample please!" and as she kept on her exquisite pleasuring so my noby could hold back no longer. "God!" I cried, trying to be quiet but failing, "oh yes, now, now, now," and I could feel my spunk spurt out into her pot, each spurt feeling more fabulous as she urged me on and my cum kept flowing. "Well that is a good sample!" she smiled back at me, still carrying on her rhythmic movements to squeeze the last liquids out of me. "I'll just drain the last drips out of you..." And she squeezed up the length of my now flagging cock, catching the creamy white juices on the inside of the pot. Then she took the pot lid off my stomach, and screwed it on tightly. "There!" she said, "That will keep them busy over at the lab - I'm sure they don't normally get sample pots that full. Now, here's a tissue, so just clean yourself up, and its time to get dressed again please. Sit back over by my desk when you're ready - I'll just go and take this to reception..." And she stood up and walked out, leaving my head racing and my breath slowly getting back to normal as I staggered across to the pile of clothes and began dressing. What an examination! What a doctor! To be continued... (c) 2009, maudecardy The Doctor Ch. 01 My name is Alex, this is the story about how I met the love of my life. I'll tell you a little about myself. I am 25, 5'6" and I have a small but fit build. I have raven black hair and icy blue eyes. I'm really fair skinned. It all started on a December evening, it was rather close to Christmas. I was out shopping for my boyfriend of 3 years, Michael. He was very abusive, but I didn't care because I knew he loved me and he was my first. He swept me off my feet when I had just turned 18. Michael is 3 years older than me. I was out buying him a few gifts. I stopped off in Express for men and I was looking at ties for him, since he can never have too many, due to the fact that he is a lawyer. I picked out a few ties and button ups. I felt cool air blow past me and I looked up and saw this gorgeous Greek god. He glanced at me and I felt a shiver being sent down my spine. He gave me a quick smile and went on to picking out ties. I quickly went to the cash register and paid for the ties and left as soon as possible. I got home and hid the gifts. Just as I finished hiding the gifts, Michael came to me and I could smell the alcohol on his breath. He grabbed me forcefully. "Get your ass here now, I'm fucking horny!" He screamed I let out a soft whimper, knowing how he hates when I cry. He drags me to the bed and gets rope and he ties me up. He cuts all my clothes off. He takes his tie off and he shoves it in my mouth. Tears are streaming down my face, even though this is his usual routine. I try and undo the rope but his slaps my face. "Don't fucking move." said Michael I lay there helplessly. Michael whips out his 8 inch dick and he shoves it in my ass without preparing me. I cry hard, in pain. I can feel him ripping me apart, and the blood drips down. He starts yelling at me "Stop bleeding because it's gross." I cry more and more. He takes his dick out and wipes it clean on my stomach. He unties me and drags me to the door and he says "Get the fuck out!" I slide down the front steps, still naked. He throws out my clothes, and I put them on quickly. I start walking and I sit at a bus stop. I don't have any money with me, my cell phone is at my house. I feel pain as I stand up. I start walking to the nearest hospital. I enter the front of the hospital and I collapse in front of the desk. I wake up in a hospital bed surrounded by cops and doctors. The cops ask me what happened, and I tell them. They ask if I want to press charges and I say yes. The cops leave with the warrant for Michael's arrest. The doctors tell me that he damaged some tissue but I will be okay just very sore. They give me some pain killers. I look at one doctor and he looks familiar. I then realize he is the Greek god from Express. He gives me a warm smile. The doctors leave except him. He closes the door and sits next to me. "Hey I'm Antonio." he says. I blush and say "I'm Alex..... as you probably know already." He smiles at me and asks me what happened. I tell him about Michael and I can see he gets upset. He asks me have I eaten dinner yet and I say no. He tells me that he is getting off shift and will go home and change then get some food and come back. I smile and say thank you. I fall asleep. I am awaken by a knock at the hospital door and I open my eyes and say come in. It's Antonio. He looks extremely gorgeous. He is wearing a black tight t-shirt, and dark blue jeans with some sneakers. He has chinese food in his hand. He sits next to me and he says "I didn't know what you liked so I got Chinese." I say "I love Chinese." He serves me my plate and he serves his plate. I say "You can sit on the bed with me and share the table." He smiles and says "Okay thanks." He gets up and takes his sneakers off and sits in front of me on the bed and we start eating and talking. He tells me about himself and I tell him about myself. He asks me if I have anywhere to go after I'm released from the hospital and I say no. He smiles, and I ask why is he smiling. He says that I can go stay with him until I get back on my feet. I say "No, I don't want to bother you, I'll just go to a shelter." He says "No your staying with me and thats final." He asks if my stuff is at Michaels house and I nod. He tells me to give him the address and he will get all my stuff and put them in his house. I give him the address and he finishes eating. I say thanks for dinner. He says "No problem, well I'm going to head over to Michael's so I can get your stuff." He grabs the trash and throws everything in it and I sit up and give him a hug. He asks "What was that for?" I say "For helping me out." He kisses my cheek and says "There's no need to thank me." To be continued... The Doctor Ch. 02 I wake up to find the nurse signing papers next to me. She tells me that I'm being released. She just tells me I have to sign and initial some things. She wheels me out in the wheelchair to the front and to my surprise Antonio is waiting my the door. He smiles. "Hey Alex, how are you feeling?" says Antonio. "I'm good just a little sore. Thanks for helping me out." I say. He helps me into the car and he starts to drive to his place. I ask him if Michael was there when he got my things. He tells me that Michael wasn't there. As we are on our way to his place I sit there thinking." Am I going into a trap? Is he going to be another Michael? Maybe I really should have left to the shelter. I'll just keep my guard up and make sure he doesn't get too close." He taps my shoulder and then I realize we are at his house. I step out the car and look at his house. It is a beautiful home. It is a stone front home, with a four-car attached garage. It looks to be about a $500,000 home. He walks me inside. "Welcome to my house." says Antonio. "You have such a beautiful home." I say. He walks me up the stairs and I see many doors and he opens one door and he tells me that this is the bathroom. He walks further down the hallway and he opens another door. "This is your room." he says. "Thanks." I say. I walk in and I close the door and I look around the room. All my things are in it and I see a nice king size bed. I lay down on it and start thinking about Michael and I start crying. I think about how I was a fool. How I thought he loved me. I hear a knock at the door. "Are you okay?" Antonio says from outside the door. I wipe my eyes. "Yes I'm okay." I say. I hear him breathe hard and he says okay dinner lunch will be ready in an hour or so. Before I know it, I'm fast asleep. I hear the door open, in my sleep and then I hear the door close. I open my eyes and I see a lovely BLT sandwich. I pick it up and I start eating it. I finish it quickly and I chug the water down. I pick up my plate and cup and I open the door. I stick my head out to see if Antonio is out there but he's not. I walk to the kitchen and I quietly wash my dishes. I stand at the sink, looking out the window. I then hear the front door open and I run back to my room. I lay back on the bed. I hear a door open up somewhere down the hallway and then the door close. I quickly put on shoes and my coat. I grab my phone, my wallet and the keys Antonio gave me. I walk out my room and I walk out the front door. I start walking and I end up by the mall. I walk down to the cafeteria in the mall and I buy myself a pretzel. I sit on a bench eating my pretzel and thinking. I was so deep in thought and must have been sitting there for hours. I get up and walk outside and start on my way back to the house. I look at the time and it says 5 o'clock. I walk through the front door. "I was so worried. I thought something happened to you. I didn't have your number so I couldn't call you to see if you were okay." said Antonio. "Sorry.... I went down to the mall." I say. "It's okay. Please next time tell me your going out, so I don't get worried." said Antonio. I grab a piece of paper and write my number down and I hand it to him. "Thanks." said Antonio "Do you wanna go into the living room with me and watch a movie?" Antonio asks. I accept his offer. He leads me into the living room and he sits on the right side of the love seat. I sit on the far, far, far left side of the love seat. He presses play on the movie. I start to doze off. I fall into a deep sleep. I feel some moving. I open my eyes and realize I'm laying against Antonio. "You fell asleep and you fell over and landed on me. I didn't want to move because you were asleep, but I really had to use the bathroom so I was trying to get up without waking you.... Sorry that didn't work." said Antonio. I sit up straight. "I'm sorry about falling asleep as ending up on you." I say as I look down shyly. Antonio lifts up my head and he cups my face. We stare into each others eyes. I then feel something strong for him. Antonio slowly leans in. To be continued... The Doctor Ch. 02 The visits to the Doctor had become weekly over the past months and the Doc had become more and more demanding. Tuesday at 11 am Marc and Jeena entered his practice. Upon entering the room the Doc already had his large cock hanging out of his trousers and Jeena Kneeled down in front of him and started sucking him deep with her thick lips curved around His giant tool. Marc had been told to wear a cockcage at all times of which only the Doc and Jeena held the key. The purpose was to avoid unauthorised orgasms or masturbation and total control over his sexlife. There were a number of rules like when he entered the office Marc was supposed to take off all his clothes and sit in the leather chair in the corner of the office. He sat down with spreaded legs giving a little more space to his cock and balls in the cage. Marc felt his cock hardening in the cage while he saw Jeena sucking the Doc. The Doc snapped his fingers at Marc in a gesture towards Jeena. Marc rose from his chair and opened Jeenas trousers , stripped her off her jeans and g-string . Then he kneeled behind her and started licking her ass and cunt..mmmm it tasted very good and he got totally engulfed in it. Jeena already was wet from sucking the doc and suddenly the Doc grabbed Jeena by her hips and planted her straight on his hard cock and slided his monsterpenis in her. Marc saw this happening from very near and almost came. As the Docs cock was pistoning in his wifes cunt just centimetres from his face he proceeded to lick the back of her cunt and Jeenas ass. All around her ass and circling his tongue inside her ass. From time to time the Doc would lift Jeena from his cock and order Marc to lick Jeenas cunt for extra lubrification. Jeenas cunt juices and the Docs precum spreaded in his hungry mouth and he swallowed all liquids eagerly. The Docs hands lifted Jeenas hips and with a groan sank in her again until only his balls were outside her eager slutcunt. The pumping became heavier and the room was filled by the groaning of the Doc and Jeena ...their mouths locked in a tonguekiss and Jeenas cunt spreaded around his thrusting tool. Suddenly the Doc came , he froze with his cockhead deep in her cunt and Marc saw his balls contracting with high frequency while the Docs sperm was filling his wife cunt , spurt after spurt. They kept lying for around one minute while Jeena twerked her hips around the docs to ensure the sperm spread inside her. Then the Doc snapped his fingers and Jeena climbed off his cock. She gestured Marc to lie down on the floor on his back and straddled his face with her sperm filled cunt. "Lick me clean cuck" she ordered and Marc sucked and licked her cunt until it was completely clean. Jeena got aroused again while he licked her and grabbed the chain around her neck where the chastity key was hanging. She unlocked Marcs cock cage and his cock sprang out ...dripping with precum. She asked the Doc "Can he fuck me fast Master?". Doc smiled and said "Yes let him have some fun...but I can't promise this will be allowed during all appointments." Jeena sighed "Thank you Master." She lay down and Marks hard dick entered her totally slippery and wide cunt. Effortlessly his cock sank into her because due the Docs sessions her cunt had become wider and stretched. She groaned "Ahh, ahhh fill me more I need more cock in me." The Docs monster penis swell up again while he saw his slave's cunt being filled. He told Mark to lie on his back on the floor and Jeena was placed on top of Marc's cock facing the Doc. The Doc took out a bottle of "Extreme Lube" and said to Jeena "Prepare my cock slavegirl!" She took a handful of lube and massaged it all over the Docs cock. Then he placed his cockhead next to Marc's cock at her cunt entrance and pushed his cockhead inside. Marks cock was half hard so it was easy to accommodate another cock in Jeenas cunt. Both started fucking her hard.... The Doc told Marc to keep his cock still deep inside her because he wanted to do the pumping. Jeena came again and felt so happy to be a slut. Then Doc and Marc came simultaneously and Jeena felt the warm spunk filling her hungry hole. The Doc pulled his cock with a plopping sound out of Jeenas cunt and smiled. Jeena rose from Marcs cock and straddled his face. Without being told Marc eagerly started licking her cunt clean, while doing so her wetness started to flow again and when he was finally ready and Jeena lifted her hips from his face his lips were shining of all the cum and liquids. Jeena smiled and said "Good job cuck, now I have to lock you up again." and mounted the cock cage around his cock cage and balls and hang the key around her neck. The Doc had been reading some papers while Marc was cleaning up Jeena and now looked up to Jeena. "Suck my cock. " he ordered Jeena. She quickly moved under his desk and started slurping on his half hard penis. For 10 minutes the office was filled with slurping sounds and the Doc turning the pages of the report he was reading from time to time. Marc's cock was getting hard in his cockcage but it could not go anywhere. Doc said "We have to proceed now with anal play." He pressed his intercom and ordered Tatiana and Leroy to the office. Tatiana appeared within minutes. She looked of Russian descent , with white blond hair bound behind her head in a ponytail, dark blue eyes, red full lips and a light tanned skin. Leroy was the opposite. A black guy in his early twenties with a muscled body and very tall. "Tatiana, prepare Leroy." snapped the Doc . Tatiana kneeled in front of Leroy , opened his zip and started sucking on his thick black cock. Even flaccid it was very large. Leroy groaned and closed his eyes while pushing his dark cock in the throat of Tatiana. Once Leroys cock was fully hard Doc ordered Jeena to bend over his desk. Doc rose and pushed his cock in Jeenas mouth. Tatiana started licking Jeena's ass and applied a big amount of lube on Jeenas ass while fingering her. Leroys cock also was lubed from tip to balls and there it was standing in the air all shining. Mark was told to lick Jeenas clit to prepare her for the coming penetration. Leroy pushed his cockhead slowly inside Jeenas ass and Jeena groaned "Ohh yesss please fuck me.". Over the next ten minutes Leroy worked his large black cock in Jeenas tanned ass. Her ass got wider and used to the large dick and the room got filled with slushy sounds whenever his cock moved deep into her ass. Jeena was sucking Docs familiar cock with full force while being fucked in the ass by Leroy and licked by Marc. Leroys thrusting got more intensive and Doc told her to stand up...Marc saw her cunt moving away from his face and Doc approached Jeena. Marc saw Leroys cock halfway buried in her ass with lube dripping from his balls. Doc told Marc to ly down on his back to watch the show from under. Then the dripping cockhead of Doc was placed near Leroys , against Jeenas wet cunthole and slid inside without further ceremonies. Marc gasped by the sight of his wifes cunt and ass now being pumped simultaneously by two very large cocks. "She will not be able to cum with me after this." he thought , because his cock was definitely smaller and softer than any of these black and pink monsters. But he always would have dildos to pleasure her with and of course his active tongue. His attention drifted back to the great spectacle in front of him...two pistoning cocks in his wife. Jeena was about to get filled again...and groaning and breathing deeply with each thrust. There it was...the two pairs of balls above Marc contracted simultaneously while offloading their sperm load in his wife's hungry cunt and ass. The contractions of their cock and balls lasted around ten seconds. Then the cocks moved out of Jeena.....as soon as they were out of her she sat on his face and said "Cum cleaning cuck.". He licked and sucked and swallowed two loads of cum plus Jeena's juices. Ten minutes later they sat in the car and drove home and talked about the news , both pretending nothing had happened. Next week there would be a new adventure.