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In my opinion, phil phantom and tiffany are amongst the hottest
and most accomplished erotic writers on the net.  This is a seven
part reposting of Tiffany's most famous work.

WARNING!
The following story is an uncensored sexual fantasy
involving practices that are illegal, immoral, socially
unacceptable, and messy.  Only mature adults with a
firm grasp on reality should venture further.  This
story promotes nothing, and nothing in this story
should be taken seriously.  Readers are cautioned not
to attempt any of these acts without professional
guidance and a net.  If you are underage, hit the 'K'
key.  Reading stories like this can make you go blind. 
If you are a servant of the Lord, looking for sinners
to convert, study this story and memorize it.  This
will help you recognize sinners when you see them. 
Good luck, and avoid mirrors!

Phil Phantom


                         "Good Doctor Wayne"
				Part one of seven
BY TIFFANY

     "Why don't you sit down, April.  Lie down, if you wish."
     April eyed the traditional shrink's couch but chose,
instead, the matching chair beside it.  She sat demurely,
modestly tugging her short skirt as she sat.  "I don't know why
I'm even here, Doctor."
     "It's free.  It's a break from work.  I'm a fun guy to talk
to if that's all you want to do."
     April smiled her perfect white smile.  "I shouldn't even be
here wasting your time.  This was Monica's idea."
     "I see quite a bit of Monica.  She's mentioned you."
     "I never knew Monica was that messed up."
     "You don't have to be messed up to see a therapist, April. 
Actually, Monica is quite fine."
     April detected a double connotation.  Monica was right, she
thought, he was a hunk.  
     He was a sexual predator with deep-blue bedroom eyes and a
soft voice.  She felt like prey.  In a way, she envied her
younger co-worker.  Monica had few moral convictions and no
sexual hangups.  Monica was the only woman she ever knew that
notched her bedpost.  She had a deep notch for Doctor Wayne. 
April heard so many intimate tales about the handsome doctor.
She took the available appointment just to satisfy her
curiosity.  The way his eyes wandered her body, April knew he
was curious about her too.
     Steve Wayne pulled up a chair and sat facing April with a
few inches between their knees.  He jotted her answers to basic
information on a short tablet.  While he wrote, April took the
opportunity to look around.  
     The office was much as she'd pictured.  She saw the desk
where Monica sprawled naked.  The carpet that gave her a nasty
rug burn on her lower back.  To her left was the couch, and
knowing where to look, she saw the cuffs dangling over the end,
partially hidden by a bushy plant.  Seeing those cuffs sent a
wicked chill down her spine.  It gave Monica new credibility. 
Lewd images flooded April's mind as she recalled some of Monica's
more bizarre exploits.  Still, she could not quite accept that a
medical professional on contract with the state could do the
things she claimed he did.  And he certainly did not look the
part of a pervert--a Don Juan, a rogue, a Casanova, yes, but not
a pervert.
     April was startled from her fantasy as Dr. Wayne said, "So,
April, talk to me."
     "Actually, there's not much to talk about.  I just came here
to get Monica off my back.  I'm fine, really."
     His eyes focused on the bare portion of April's legs above
the knee, saying, "Yes, you are fine, April."  April shifted
nervously and placed her hands in her lap.  He said, "Why don't
you start by telling me about your sexy teenage daughter.
     April's mouth fell open.  Her nails dug into her palms.  She
shouted, "Damn that Monica!  She told you?"
     Dr. Wayne reached out and placed his hand reassuringly on
her right knee and said, "Relax, dear.  You know I can't discuss
anything that goes on in here, but nothing says that patients
can't.  Don't be bashful.  What you are experiencing is quite
normal, quite common, in fact.  It will do you good to talk about
it."
     The doctor left his hand on her knee much longer than was
appropriate.  It left a hot impression when he finally did lift
it.  April took a deep breath and swore, "I'll kill her.  I
really can't talk about this.  It's just a silly fantasy.  I
never should have told her.  My fantasy was the only thing I had
that came close to Monica's reality.  I just told her that so she
wouldn't think I was such a prude.  It was childish.  It's not
worth discussing."
     "From what I hear, it's more than a fantasy.  You've taken
steps to make it a reality, haven't you?"
     April buried her face in her hands and cried out, "Shit! 
She told you everything, didn't she?"
     "Everything you told her.  Actually, I've been following
this for two months now.  Come on, April.  Talk to me.  I'm no
moral kingpin, believe me."
     "I'm sorry, but I just can't."
     "It's not every day that I get a beautiful woman in here who
wants to see her daughter fucked by her husband.  Look, I have
done much worse than that.  If I make a full confession to you,
will you open up to me."
     April looked with new interest, trying to imagine what could
be worse.  After a long silence, she timidly said, "Tell me, then
I'll decide."
     "Will you give me your solemn word never to tell a soul, not
even Monica."
     "I swear."
     "All right, but be prepared to be shocked.  I stripped and
shackled a thirteen-year-old girl and took her virginity right
there on that couch."
     April's eyes went wide.  She said, "No, I don't believe
you!"
     "It's true.  That's not all.  Her mother sat in that same
chair where you are sitting and watched the whole thing."
     A warm flush swept over April.  Her heart pounded. A gnawing
ache grew between her legs.  "That's not possible."
     Dr. Wayne stood and crossed to a wall safe hidden behind a
picture of the governor.  He returned with a stack of black and
white photos and dropped them in April's lap, saying, "Look for
yourself, then ask yourself, who took the pictures."
     April went through the set with eyes riveted.  The first few
showed an adorable, naked, frightened young girl bound to the
couch in the most obscene and vulnerable pose a girl can be put
into.   The next eight showed closeups of a beautifully-formed,
very well-hung penis taking possession of that girl's helplessly
splayed vagina.  The last four were taken of the girl's crotch
afterwards, her gaping cunt covered in pink tainted semen.
     Dr. Wayne let April absorb the pictures.  She went back
through the set several times, pausing the longest at the shots
of the penis joined to the stretched vagina.  Her favorite
was the one showing eight inches of the doctor's shaft with only
the head buried and an adult female hand gripping the base of his
shaft.  Her breathing betrayed her rising passion.  She said,
"Her mother took these pictures?"
     "Yes, even that one."
     "What did you have on her?"
     "Have on her?  Why nothing.  I was doing her a favor.  She
masturbated throughout this whole session."
     "You are blowing my mind, Doctor."
     "Please, call me Steve.  I should think you'd be sympathetic
with her.  You see, like I said, you are not alone.  She's been
fantasizing this scene for years.  I merely convinced her that
holding it in was harmful to her mental health, and that her
daughter would adjust, even be happy to help her."
     "Help her, how?"
     "By relieving her mother of her suffering.  By being her
mother's whore.  By fucking men to entertain her mother so she
wouldn't go crazy and possibly kill herself.  That little girl
thinks she is sacrificing herself to save her mommy."
     "She's still doing that?"
     "Last I heard, mother and daughter were as happy as hookers
at a Shriner convention.  The girl has developed a real fondness
for the big ones.  She's fourteen now, and nicely developed.  As
a matter of fact, I had her again last month."
     "This is unbelievable."
     "Yes, now, let's hear your story, April."
     April studied his pleasant face and his warm boyish smile. 
She said, "You're very clever, Steve.  It worked.  I don't feel
at all inhibited around you now.  If I'm sick, you're sicker."
     He laughed and said, "I'll drink to that.  Now, give me the
juicy details.  Tell me about this little vixen you've given
birth to."
     "All right, but you won't be strapping her to your couch, I
assure you."
     "That's not my style.  I want you to do that after you strip
her."
     April studied the serious look on his face.  She smiled,
crossed her legs, reclined casually, and allowed her short skirt
to ride up.  She said, "You're very sure of yourself.  I like
that in a man."
     He reached for the foot dangling from her right knee,
brought it to his lap, slipped off her shoe, and began massaging
her foot.  She offered no resistance.  He said, "What you like in
a man is the appendage that dangles from his groin."
     "Score another point for Dr. Wayne.  That feels wonderful. 
Tell me honestly.  Do you really think I will sacrifice my
daughter's virginity on your appendage."
     Steve brought her foot to his lips and sucked her big toe
into his mouth, staring her hard in the eyes.  April felt like
her entire nervous system was being sucked out through her toe. 
Her ass slid forward on the seat as he sat back, bringing her
foot with him.  April's skirt stayed put.  When she came to rest
on the forward edge of the chair, her panties were in the open. 
Slumped in the chair with a glazed look in her eyes, April made
no move to adjust her immodest display.  Steve eased off her toe,
smiled, and said, "April, not only will I fuck your little girl,
but you are going to guide my cock into her cunt and hold my
balls while I pump her full of sperm."
     His shocking words stole her breath away.  She knew she was
falling under his provocative spell.  She wondered if that other
mother heard those same words after getting her toe sucked.  She
said, "Five minutes ago, I would have said you were nuts."
     He lifted her other foot to his lap and tossed that shoe
off.  He separated her legs by placing her left foot on one
armrest and her right on the other.  He looked at her crotch and
said, "I see your pussy likes the idea."
     April could feel the cool wet spot he referred to.  She
said, "My pussy is a dumb cunt.  It likes lots of things that
aren't nice.  Unfortunately, my dumb cunt seems to be in charge
at the moment.  If my daughter were here right know, I can see
myself stripping her for you."
     "When the time comes, and it will come soon, your daughter
will place herself at your disposal, knowing that she'll get
fucked.  You leave that to me."
     "Okay, you've peaked my interest."
     Steve cast her a knowing grin.  He casually said, "Remove
your panties."
     "Wow, not even a please.  I like that."  April brought her
feet down and lifted her ass.  She skimmed the thin material down
her legs and off.  With a gleam in her eyes, she replaced her
feet on the armrests.  She pulled her skirt up past her waist and
said, "Is that better?"
     "You have a lovely pussy, April."
     "Thank you.  You have a lovely cock.  I want you to know
that I've never been unfaithful in seventeen years of marriage."
     "I'm impressed.  That's going to change.  You know that,
don't you?"
     April brought her hands to her crotch and playfully stroked
her wet slit, saying, "I do now.  I've also never shown my pussy
to a man that I didn't fuck."
     "And how many would that be?"
     "Three.  Actually, two were teenage boys, not men.  Don't
you want to see my tits?"
     "By all means."
     April unbuttoned her blouse and opened her bra.  She pulled
the material free and rubbed her fleshy mounds.  Her nipples were
puckered and arching up.  She held them in offering and said, "Do
you like them?"
     "I like everything on you, April.  You are an exceptionally
sexy woman.  I know you'd like me to put you out of your misery
right now, but I want you horny while you tell me about your
daughter."
     "Yes, the daughter you are going to fuck.  I'm liking this
idea more and more.  You don't mind if I play with myself while I
tell you about her, do you?"
     "As long as you don't cum."
     "I would like to see that magnificent cock while I do this. 
Would you mind?"
     Steve smiled and freed his rigid cock.  He posed it for her
hungry eyes and gently stroked it.  April said, "Oh, that's the
most beautiful thing I've ever seen.  Monica was right.  You are
a stud.  Okay, about Terry.  She just turned sixteen.  She is an
absolute dream--a wet dream.  She's a few inches shorter than me,
but we both wear the same bra.  She has long wavy, light-brown
hair and green eyes.  She's a swimmer.  There's not an ounce of
fat on her body.  Her legs are sleek and muscular, yet feminine. 
She knows she's hot and likes wearing sexy clothes."
     "Have you seen her naked recently?"
     "Yes.  Her tits look just like mine only more solid.  They
actually vibrate.  Her pussy hair is very light, almost
invisible.  The lips of her pussy are a little fuller than mine,
but then mine were like that at her age.  I got a good look at
her clit once.  I had a shower massage installed--the hand-held
type.  It doesn't take a girl long to figure out the utility of
those things.  They should be marketed as liquid pussy massagers.
     "Anyway, she stepped from the shower.  I was poised for the
view, pretending to mop a spill.  She almost stepped on me
getting out. I looked up and there it was, pink and shiny and
poking out an inch.  I embarrassed her by staring at it.  I
didn't care.  I just stayed put, forcing her to squeeze past me. 
Her cunt crept past my face and I looked right at it the whole
time."
     "You should have kissed it."
     "Don't think I didn't want to.  She was so cute.  As she
tried to squeeze past me without rubbing her cunt across my face,
she whined, "Mom!  Your making this difficult.  You're
embarrassing me."
     I simply said, "You're the one waving your naked beaver in
my face.  You could have waited.  If you're going to shove it in
my face, I'm going to look."
     She said, "I didn't see you until it was too late.  I wasn't
waving it in your face.  Gosh Mom!  I'd never do that."
     "You handled that beautifully, April.  She knows you're
interested in her sexually.  I can use that."
     "Do you think so?"
     "She'd have to be a fool not to.  I'm sure she has replayed
that scene over and over.  When did this happen?"
     "Oh, about a month ago."
     "How has she acted since?"
     "Well, since then, she has been much more free about being
naked in my presence.  Of course, I'm always hovering nearby when
I know she's naked."
     "That's good.  I'm sure she's noticed that too."
     "I think she has.  I haven't been very subtle lately."
     "How so."
     "Well, like last week, I bought her a few sexy outfits.  I
insisted I help her on with them.  I was dressing and undressing
her for almost an hour, keeping her naked between changes.  Three
days ago, I bought her sexy bras and panties.  We went through
the same routine, only I got to spend a great deal of time
kneeling before her and fitting her panties."
     "Did you touch her cunt?"
     "Well, I didn't shove a finger up her, but yes, I did manage
quite a few indelicate strokes through her crotch.  I felt her
labia."
     "How did she take that?"
     "She was silent the whole time.  I may have freaked her
out."
     "Is it possible that she thinks you are fascinated with her
body?"
     "I think she might think I'm fascinated with her pussy, yes.
That is the case, and it has been the focal point of my looking
and touching."
     "Perfect, absolutely perfect.  Keep that up, only much more
openly."
     "I don't know.  I feel like I've pushed too hard as it is."
     "No, shock her.  Do something that will blow her away.  Tell
her she has a beautiful pussy, worship it, fawn over it, drool
over it, make her uncomfortable.  When she comes here, what I
have to tell her about your problem will seem believable."
     "My problem?"
     "Yes, you have a very serious condition that only Terry can
save you from."
     "Don't tell me.  She has to be my sex slave, right?"
     "Something like that."
     "You know, you might have something there.  She'd do
anything for me.  We really are close.  Oh God, you have to fuck
me now, Steve.  I can't take anymore.  I'll do anything you tell
me to do.  I won't question your judgment.  Make her my sex
slave, and Terry will be at your beck and call twenty-four hours
a day if you want.  I'll even deliver her.  You can take all the
pictures you want and share her with your friends.  I don't care,
just please get that cock in me."
     Steve got up and took April, driving her to a babbling
climax in less than a minute.  After pounding her pussy for five
minutes, April was delirious.  She came four times before Steve
flooded her cunt.  
     She gazed up at him, panting.  While he remained imbedded,
looking down on her, she said, "God! So that's what real fucking
feels like.  I feel like slapping my husband for wasting
seventeen of my best years."
     Steve chuckled and withdrew.  He wiped his dick on her thigh
and took his seat.  April remained sprawled, exhausted.  He said,
"Tell me about your husband.  Is he aware of your plans?"
     "Charlie, aware?  That's an oxymoron.  Actually, he's a
sweet innocent man, and I do love him.  He's very simple
sexually.  He knows one position and you can set clocks by his
love making--five minutes and thirty seconds.  I do have one
strong advantage over him, though.  He needs pussy on a regular
basis.  He won't cheat and he has never masturbated.  He's a case
for you, Doc.  His mom caught him playing with himself and
traumatized him.  The poor guy can't give himself an erection."
     "I can understand that.  Sounds to me like that puts you in
the catbird seat."
     "Yes, and I've just recently realized how to exercise my
control over him.  I believe they call it pussy-whipping. 
Anyway, all I have to do to get my way is cut him off.  Just the
threat is enough, now."
     "Great.  I'm sure you've been using that to advance your
goal.  How's it going?"
     "Slow but sure.  Most of my efforts have been directed at
Charlie.  He knows I want him to seduce Terry.  I've come right
out and told him.  He thinks I'm crazy, but he humors me.  He has
to or he gets no pussy.  If he were a normal man, Terry would
not be a virgin.  He's terrified of making a move on her despite
my coaching."
     "Coaching in what way?"
     "Well, I figured it would be best to start by getting him to
steal peaks at her body.  I made him stare at her body and get
caught doing it.  That took a month without pussy to accomplish. 
The next step was to get him to cop feels.  He learned his
lesson, but it killed him to do it.  Terry was quite shocked at
his unusual behavior.  She tells me every time he grabs her ass
or tits.  I calm her by telling her that men can't help
themselves and that it is torture to share a house with such a
sexy female.  I told her I didn't have the heart to stop him. 
Still, she wants me to know what she's having to endure.  
     We are at a critical impasse at the moment.  My last
challenge to Charlie was to get his finger in her snatch, even if
he had to hold her down to do it.  He has been without pussy for
over a week.  He knows he won't get any until he presents his wet
finger to me and Terry confirms the assault."
     "You might accomplish your goal without my help."
     "Possibly, but I like your way better.  Besides, Charlie
doesn't deserve her cherry.  Sloppy seconds is more suited for
him.  I should also add that I've been mentally conditioning him
for the act.  For the past six months, he hasn't screwed me, it's
been Terry.  I make him go through an elaborate seduction, often
while I'm wearing one of her outfits.  We look alike anyway, and
I started wearing my hair in her style.  I'm very good at
imitating her speech and mannerisms."
     "Role playing is very effective.  Go on."
     "I resist but always weaken.  I call him Daddy throughout,
and if he ever calls me anything but Terry, he loses.  He gets no
pussy that day.  It is the best sex I've had with Charlie when
everything goes right."
     "April, you will get your wish.  Okay, here's the plan. 
Make an appointment for Terry to see me alone as soon as
possible.  I'll introduce her to your problem and get her to
start calling me about everything that happens to her.  I'll also
be in close contact with you.  You perform one step, by the
letter, then get back to me."
     "I see, working both ends, brilliant."
     "I've been called worse.  In the meantime, start
worshiping Terry's cunt and don't worry about how she'll take it.
What ever you do will play right into our first meeting.  I want
something stronger than a pat on the pussy, though.  Push
yourself.  Think of the rewards."
     "Believe me, I have."
     "Let me give you some professional advice.  Ease off on
Charlie.  You are playing with fire in his case."
     "I don't understand."
     "If you force Charlie, he might break.  Anything could
happen.  As a general rule, never force anyone to do anything. 
Apply pressure, but always leave them the 'no' option.  Make them
choose.  It's like in wrestling, you have to be able to cry
'Uncle'.  If you take that away by applying too much force, you
can hurt someone very badly.  I know you don't want to hurt
anyone."
     "I don't.  What you say makes sense, but how do I get my
way."
     "Use cunning, deception, offer choices between two evils,
but always respect a no.  You see, April.  When we make a free
choice, and something bad results, we rationalize and defend the
choice we made.  If someone forces a bad choice on us, anger and
resentment grows and festers.  This anger is sometimes vented on
innocent third parties, sometimes inward, and sometimes, at the
person responsible.  Trust me, it's all in the doctor books."
     "Yes, that makes sense.  So you're saying I should let
Charlie off the hook."
     "Forget about Charlie.  Put him on a shelf until we get
Terry under control by her choice.  After that, If you want to
see Charlie fuck her, just order her to go fuck her father. 
Charlie is a dyed-in-the-wool submissive, April.  You should take
a lover and rub his face in it.  He'd likely get off on it. 
Bring some stud home and fuck him in your bed with Charlie in it.

This would serve a dual purpose if Terry knows what's going on. 
It will reinforce the fact that you have a serious problem, and
make her take pitty on her poor daddy.  Play it right, and she'll
give him a mercy fuck.  Charlie will probably accept it too."
     April adjusted herself and stood shakily.  Steve took her in
an embrace, kissing her forehead.  She looked into his eyes and
said, "I've been going about this all wrong.  Now I see that you
used this method on me.  You screwed me, but I feel like it was
all my choice.  I feel like I took something from you."
     "You did, about a billion sperm cells."
     April looked at her legs and said, "I have that many running
down my legs."  Looking back to his face, she said, "I can't wait
to see you with her, Steve.  You will fall in love with Terry,
and I know she'll fall in love with you." 
     "In my business, they call it transference, but I've learned
to live with it."
     April laughed and said, "I'll bet you have.  Is that
transference as in transferring semen from your balls to their
womb?"
     "That or their stomach."
     April bit her lower lip with a sexy moan and said, "I could
use a little transference.  My womb is full, but my stomach is
empty.  I've never sucked a cock before."
     Steve turned her to face the door.  He playfully swatted her
ass, and said, "That's all for you today.  I have other patients
waiting.  You run along and do what I told you.  Get with my
receptionist about Terry's appointment."
     "Steve, I need a towel or something.  I've got cum running
into my shoes."
     "See Marsha about that.  She gets a charge out of my
conquests.  It's one of her fringe benefits."
     "Steve, I can't go out there like this.  There's people out
there."
     "There's just an old couple that I know will get a big kick
out of seeing it.  Go on, and leave those panties here.  Oh, and
April.  Be prepared to wipe yourself in the waiting room.  Marsha
won't let you in the restroom until you put on a good show for
her."  April started to protest, but Steve ushered her out and
shut the door behind her.
     April found herself standing before an elderly couple
sitting on the couch to her left, and Marsha, peering over the
low counter in front.  On her right, in a straight-backed chair,
was a young man she recognized from the department mailroom.  All
were ogling her semen-streaked legs.  With a face as red as a
fire truck, and with the damage done, April screwed up her
courage and approached Marsha's counter.  She leaned over and
whispered, "Please, I need a towel.  And please let me into the
restroom."
     April felt sure the woman would comply, since the young man
was in the room.  The broad devilish smile weakened her belief. 
While Marsh took her time finding the hand towel, April stood
nervously feeling the cum drying on her legs and the warmth of
three pairs of eyes heating the backs of her thighs.  Marsha
returned and held the towel up but out of reach, saying, "The
washroom is closed.  You'll have to step away from the counter if
you are not conducting official business."
     April fixed her with a look of total shock.  She leaned in
and softly pleaded, "Please, I just..."
     "Ma'am, you'll have to step away from the counter.  I'm
sorry, but those are the rules."
     April stared at Marsha's amused grin, realized the futility
of further pleading.  She debated exiting the office and seeking
services elsewhere in the building.  Rather than risk exposure to
many, she opted for those already exposed to her infidelity.  She
stepped back and said, "Is this better?"
     "Back more, please."  
     Seeing the game, April stepped to the center of the room. 
The old couple were directly behind her.  The young man sat four
feet in front and to the right.  Marsha threw the towel.  April
missed catching it.  It landed at her feet.  With a groan, April
stooped to pick it up.  A wild rush passed through her body as
she realized how exposed she was.  Holding the towel, she stood. 
She took a deep breath and debated the best way to accomplish her
goal.  The look of lustful admiration on the handsome young man's
face made her re-think her plan of a quick swipe and dash. The
look of hopeful expectation on Marsha's face demanded a show, her
entitlement.  April wanted to befriend Marsha.  A good
performance would insure that.  April smiled at Marsha, then
slowly stepped out with her left foot.  She bent from the waist,
keeping her knees straight, and dabbed at the cum trails.  She
slowly moved up both legs.  She peered back between her legs and
saw the old couple gawking at her rear.  The old man leaned out
so far that he had to support himself with one hand on the floor.
She knew he had a good view of her wet pussy.  She remained in
that pose to wipe through her ass then stood erect, looking at
Marsha.  Marsha was all smiles.  April lifted her skirt above her
waist and began dabbing her inner thighs and cunt.  The young man
almost fell out of his seat, straining his eyes.
     April finished, stood tall, squared her shoulders, and
dropped her skirt.  She sauntered over with a sexy sway and
offered Marsha the towel, saying, "There, my private business is
over.  Now I need to make an appointment for my daughter." 
     Marsha raised her eyebrows and said, "You have a daughter,
how nice.  How old is she?"
     "Sixteen."
     "Oh, lovely.  I hope she takes after her mother."
     "So does Dr. Wayne."
     "I'm sure.  Fill this out."
     April filled out the standard questionnaire, looked up to
Marsha and said loud enough for all to hear, "You'd better stock
up on fresh towels."
     Marsha said, "I was thinking the same thing.  Bring the
victim, I mean, your darling daughter by tomorrow at four."
     "I'll have her here with bells on."
     "Is that all?"
     April smiled, winked, and sauntered out.  Back at her work
station, she had to endure a grilling from Monica.  Monica's
first words were, "Well, did you get laid?"
     April looked around then quickly flipped up the front of her
skirt, exposing her raw pussy.  They both broke up laughing. 
April told Monica everything that happened, word for word, but
kept her oath about his confession.  Monica had lots of ideas
that stayed within the doctor's guidelines.  April said, "Monica,
do you know a guy that would get off on screwing me in front of
Charlie and Terry.  Some old, big, burly, biker type.  I want to
really blow them away."
     "Why not take two.  I know two that would be perfect.  They
run the garage that works on my car.  They're both in their
fourties, big, nasty-looking, and bold as all get out. They'd
fuck you at your mother's funeral.  And honey, those guys can
fuck.  They're dumb as stumps, but hung like fuckin' horses.  The
only problem will be keeping them off of Terry."

CONTINUED

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