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Author: PlanetDweller
Title: The Bodyworker, Chapter 24
Part: Chapter 24
Universe: The Bodyworker
Summary: Eric falls in love and moves to Maine to ressurect a
dormant sex therapy practice there.
Keywords: MF, MFM, FMF,  FFFM, FF, Mg, Mf, Mb, Mm, MM, bb, Mm,
Fg, Fb, Fm, Ff, all combinations, sex therapy, sex surrogacy,
incest, mother/daughter, mother/daughter/son,
father/son/daughter, toddler, medical exam fetish, role playing,
whole family, all combinations, menstrual sex, light BDSM, DS,
caution, romance, polyamory, FMF group triad marriage, rough sex,
rough trade, consensual therapeutic forced rape, real-life based
in a lot of places


The Bodyworker, Chapter 24:  Roads Evolutionary, Roses Tender
by PlanetDweller


(Author's note: after four years of writing online erotica, I
really feel this is my best, most polished, most complete story
to date, the continuing story of Eric Woods - professional
bodyworker, who was modeled on a real-life person I once knew. I
hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing!
~~~PlanetDweller.}




Copyright (c) 2002, PlanetDweller.  ALL Rights Reserved



++++++++++++++++++++++++++




  "That feels so nice, Eric, Mary, please keep doing like you're
doing" our sweet little naked nine-year-old patient whispered to
us as she lay securely cuddled between the two us, our mutual
hands gently rubbing her pudenda as her eyes closed and a breath
was drawn deep. Mary smiled at me and I couldn't help but smile
back her. We leaned into each other and kissed a passionate kiss
as the object of our sex surrogacy session relaxed between our
also nude bodies. Our kiss became even more passionate as our
genital massaging of Katie became even more slightly vigorous.
Why shouldn't I kiss my Mary like a lover, patient present or
not, she is my fiancée' after all?

  "Will you guys cut it out until after our therapy? I -am- the
patient here" Katie slightly but playfully scolded us. At age
nine she had been through the mill and presented an adult
attitude and language at times. Her familiarity with us after
twice a week sessions for the past two months, basically she was
our first patient after we had relocated back in April to Maine
to take over Dr. Josewics's bodywork practice, gave her and us a
familial familiarity with each other that was comforting if not
comfortable.

  "Sorry sweetie, we do get carried away at time; it is a lot of
fun helping you, helping you get better" my betrothed replied.

  "Yeah, and we three do have lotsa great sex together, don'we?"

  "Yes we do Katie, yes indeed" my mouth breaking from Mary's to
kiss our patient firmly on the lips as my finger eased into her
waiting vagina and Mary made her way down to be between Katie's
legs.

  "Hhhmmm . . . uuhhhh-hhmmmm, that's nice, Mary."

  "Glad our Katie likes" came back a muffled mouth from being
covered in a hairless muff reply.

  It was a scene I had been in, repeated hundred of times with a
variety of adult female sex surrogate therapist partners
partnering with me to treat pre-adolescent females and males as
well as other age range patients in the four years and change of
my professional polykinetic bodyworker career, but now, partnered
with the woman who was going to be my life partner as well as
therapy partner, it made my entire world, my entire outlook on
life seem even more relaxed, more happy, more hopeful.

  Mary gave her some more head for a few more moments and then
looked at me with the silent signal of raising of the eyebrow
that it was time for me to do my part, taking her place between
Katie's legs.

  Giving her pussy a few tongue licks of my own, I scooted
further up until the head of my dick was at Katie's entrance,
then eased inside her effortlessly as Mary moved up the kiss our
patient on the lips and suck on the buds of her breasts some. Her
young vagina felt so smooth to my penile skin, most pre-puberty
vaginas do, but the ease of entry our extended foreplay and oral
sexing of her aside spoke to the years of abuse and terror her
father had put her through before finally being caught. Now it
was up to Mary and I to try to heal the scars from all of the
past abuse.

  Mary got up for a moment to speak to Summer, Katie's mom who
had been sitting in an easy chair in the corner of the room
watching the therapy session. Summer nodded "yes" to something I
couldn't hear and came over to sit on the edge of the bed where
her young daughter's bodyworking therapy session was taking
place.

  Two years ago, that would have never happened, a parent of a
young patient being allowed to remain clothed and
non-participating in a session. Either by therapeutic
prescription they had to be naked and participating in the active
sexual part of the therapy of their child, or they weren't
allowed in the therapy room at all. I never understood that. If
it was my child undergoing the kind of intensive direct contact
therapy that poly-k bodyworking is by its nature, even if my
direct participation wasn't part of the R-x I'd still sure as
hell want to be in the room where therapy was taking place. As a
parent, I'd sure as hell think it was my God-given right to,
since it was my child that was having therapeutic sexual touch
done to him/her.

  It took me gently nagging Dr. Nick for months before he finally
allowed me to occasionally start allowing it in selective cases,
but after a dozen or so times after it was obvious that within a
tightly defined protocol and selective criteria for selected
parents, allowing a parent in therapy as an observer not only
dramatically cut the number of therapy sessions needed and more
importantly improved the cure rate and cure effectiveness for the
patient. After two years plus of doing that, plus some other
minor modifications to certain bodyworking protocols, even old
Doc Chaim who trained me and all other PBI (Polykinetic Bodywork
Institute)-franchised surrogates began to included it and the
other bits I developed in the new "Manual" which all future
bodyworkers would use as their "Bible". What works, works.

  My penetrative sex of her daughter continued as Summer sat on
the edge of the bed beside us, Katie finally noticing her Mom.

  "How you doin', Baby?"

  "Fine, Mom; I mean, okay; Eric and Mary are wonderful, aren't
they?"

  "Yes, they are; they're helping you get better, that's the main
thing."

  "Mom?"

  "Yes Hon'?"

  "Will you hold my hand?"

  "Sure."

  This would have never taken place in any therapy session with
any young patient just two years ago, and I couldn't have been
prouder. As my easy lovemaking of Katie continued, her Mom fully
clothed and obviously not turned on by what she was witnessing,
held her daughter's hand, held it for support, held it to offer
her support and encouragement. Just what young Katie needed.

  "Eric?"

  "Yes, Katie?"

  "Will you finish with me like we did the other day, then have
Mary give me some head too?"

  "Sure; slow or fast?"

  "As you like."

  Easing up, Katie flipped around to offer me her rear as she
knelt on all fours, her vaginal lips glistening with our mixed
juices. I thrust my cock inside her as her Mom regained holding
her hand and I pumped away, deliberately coming within a couple
of minutes.

  Falling to her side, Mary held her close and then eased over
her to a sixty-nine position, not expecting reciprocation for
her, lapping Katie's and mine mixed fluids from inside her.

  As she did that I scooted beside Summer, she now sitting more
on the bed, and held her hand as my fiancée finished our therapy
session with her little Katie.

  Summer helping her get dressed, we all four hugged good-bye for
now, her next therapy session being schedule in just two days.

  +++++++++++++++++++++++


  It seemed like a lifetime ago, just two months ago.

  After building up Dr. Nick's bodywork practice over my four
years as his "lead mechanic", we were literally bursting at the
seams. We remodeled the old three-story house on Chatham Street
twice to try to accommodate the explosive demand for our
services, but even after that and after adding two paired therapy
couples (Marilyn was split off from me and paired with another
male therapist, I asked for and was paired with Emily after that,
plus one other M/F therapy couple that we recruited from another
practice out of state) and adding three more single female
therapists whose primary clientele were men, the latter always
being the backbone of almost most of the billings of most of the
PBI practices, we still couldn't keep up with the demand, still
had a waiting list for treatments that grew from days to weeks
and then into months.

  Dr. & Mrs. Chaim knew of the situation and worked with Dr. Nick
to remedy it as best they could. I knew but I don't know if they
knew I knew back then before I eventually got promoted to
"franchise manager" for lack of a better term and all of the
entire business model was disclosed to me that Dr. and Mrs. got a
percent of the gross billing, two to five percent depending on a
set of contract criteria being met, so it was in there interest
to let the practice grow as large as practically possible.

  That's true, but I don't want to give you the impression that
money was the motivator for them. It wasn't. Beyond a shadow of a
doubt, I'm know in my heart of hearts that Doc and Missus' only
concern was for the welfare for their patients, both face-to-face
in their own practice and by influence through their polykinetic
bodyworking training and "franchise" (the word sucks for that
usage, but it's the only one that fits) of bodyworking practices
affiliated with local psychiatric and sex therapy practices
across the country.

  So it was no surprise Doc Chaim stepped in with a grand plan. A
ten-story office building was planning on being built adjacent to
a ten-story hotel to built simultaneously with it, next to it on
an outparcel near the new Rex Hospital in west Raleigh, and
somehow Doc found out about it. He bought the entire project from
the developers, and then had the plans redesigned a little.

  The plan was for two pedestrian bridges to connect the hotel to
office building at the fifth and tenth floors, and for floors
five through ten (yep, I ain't kiddin' !) be turned into a
massive therapy complex. A complex where seven M/F therapy
couples would reside onsite per standard bodywork practice
procedure along with twelve single female therapists. There was
to be a gym, for lack of a better term a one-room school house
for all the resident pre-eighteen-years-of-age "therapy models",
the eighth floor being host to a ten-person full-time support
staff including a f/t maintenance person, a full-time cook and
assistant cook, three administrative assistants to take care of
all the billings and such and even more non-therapist personnel.

  And guess who was promoted to "franchise manager" to handle all
this mess, an immediate (but needed) doubling close to tripling
of our size? Uh-hu, little old me. Even though it meant a huge
salary increase, hell, my gross for the previous year with
commissioned billable time and all had bumped my taxable income
to just over a hundred thousand plus for cash compensation alone
plus my standard benefits, so I didn't need the extra money. I
did need and want time with my patients, which I value more than
anything, and which this promotion would have cut by eighty to
ninety percent. The deal money-wise, a raise to one-fifty plus
benes but my commissions being cut out, was still great, the
increase in status and title was great, but the deal patient-wise
sucked. I wanted to turn it down immediately and leave for
another practice but my instinct told me to wait a while.

  Glad I did. A month after everything was presented to me slash
us, the rest of the new staff including four recent PBI graduates
flew down to see their new home that would be their new home in a
week or two, and Mary, yes, My Mary, was among them.

  The attraction was instant. I don't why, and I don't care. As
part of my job I had had sex with I don't know how many beautiful
women, hundreds, thousands, but that was therapy, and this was
love.

  At five-six and one hundred twenty pounds and long
shoulder-length brunette hair and perfect champagne-glass 34B
breasts and legs up to there, I wanted to jump her bones as soon
as I saw her get off the plane, but that had to wait a couple of
hours until she and her other newbie classmates arrived back at
our then-empty office slash residence waiting for the move, where
I took her to my room and absolutely ravished her for three or
four hours.

  Thankfully, God thank you, she felt the same spark which turned
into inferno the instant she saw me. Our lovemaking was beyond
description. I proposed to her that same night. She said yes.
Taking her to Capital City Chop House a week later, I proposed
again this time with a full carat diamond ring in tow, and she
said yes again.

  My falling head over heels in love with Miss Mary Faison-Hewitt
and she I sealed my decision for me.

  At eighteen, she had earned both a degree in evolutionary
biology and also one in economics from Yale as a double major,
having graduated from high school in France at age 14 (her dad
was a high-level American diplomat there) and applying for and
being admitted to Yale that same year, also Harvard, Mt. Holyoke,
and several other American colleges before choosing Yale. I
mention this because while I'm a decent writer and a great
bodyworker I know that lots of other people are book and
other-smarter than I am, and my Mary is definitely one of them,
so I sought her advice on what I should do regarding staying on
as the franchise manager of the new expanded practice, which I
would have done anyway since we were to be married.

  Oh, how did she wind up as a bodyworker, then? She had been
planning on doing her Master's thesis and then her PhD on human
female sexual evolution and through her research somehow stumbled
upon PBI, something I'm still not sure how she did even though
she's explained it to me several times, considering how beyond
paranoid secretive Doc about things to the "outside world".
Anyway, once finding PBI, she finagled an interview with Doc and
Mrs. Chaim, found the process fascinating, somehow conned her way
with them into letting her sit on a couple of days of a training
class, something Doc to my knowledge has never done with anyone
before, and at that point made up her mind that this is what she
wanted to do now if not for the rest of her life, become a
professional bodyworker.

  ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

  When Dr. Nick and I were talking about expanding the staff like
we were going to have to, Doc Chaim gushed on and about Mary,
telling me that she had even more potential than I did at the
stage she was now as I was at years back, just having graduated
from the course. When Doc told her about my pioneering work that
had modestly re-written a lot of the bodywork protocols and
modified many others especially where therapy with children were
concerned, she told him that she would either work with me
side-by-side and have me train her, or she would go back to
school and start work on her Master's.

  There being no coincidences in this life I do believe, she made
that statement to Doc the same day Dr. Nick and I decided to make
our offer to her and the other recent graduates we wanted to
hire. She came down a couple of days after that, and the rest is
history.

  No it isn't history, sorry. How did I/we end up running and
being 2/3rds of a potentially tiny struggling practice in
Rockport, Maine just a short while later?

  There was going to be a ten-day gap or so between shutting down
at the old place on Chatham Street and moving into our new fancy
digs near Rex Hospital. After that, after we moved in, there
would have been an implied if not contractual commitment on my
part to run the new enlarged practice, at least for a year or
two. Ninety percent plus of my time would have been
administrative or at least non-patient-contact. Mary didn't want
that for me or her or us. She wanted to work with me as my
"apprentice" for lack of a better term, and this was before we
met face-to-face and fell madly in love with me and I her. After
we met, her desire to work by my side working with patients as a
team was even stronger. And at that point since all decisions we
were making we made from an "ours" perspective, the only logical
thing to do was tender my resignation and move on to a practice
where I and she could actually practice, i.e. be with patient. So
I gave my resignation notice of thirty days.

  Stupid idea.. Turns out, Dr. Nick didn't have confidence in my
administrative abilities to run his new great ship of bodyworking
therapy, so he had been secretly talking with several candidates
to replace me behind my back, my incredible reputation nationally
as a wunderkind of therapy firmly established totally shoved
aside. I didn't find this out until after I had tendered my
resignation. Then two days later, 9-11 happened.

  Usually there are at minimum several potential job openings in
almost all parts of the US for trained bodyworkers at any given
moment, and we all can access them through PBI's secured BBS and
website. Never has any bodyworker had the least bit of trouble
moving on and getting another job, ever, not ever.

  But then 9-11 bit me on the ass two days after I tendered my
resignation. Three potential openings I had been looking at were
withdrawn within two days after that. Only one job opening
remained "on the board", and that was in Rockport, Maine of all
places.

  The salary was less than half of what I had been making, and
there were fewer benes, such as no practice-furnished car. The
usual concession residence was offered, but no unlimited expense
accounts like I had been used to having for four years with Dr.
Nick. There's wasn't even any accounts with local food joints to
have pizza or sandwiches delivered and charged to the practice,
something I had gotten used to. Basically, I hadn't spent a dime
on any necessity of life for four solid years. And now if I took
the offer I was going to have to buy my own food and pay for all
my incidental living expenses. Sucked.

  In a phone conversation with Mike, Dr. Josewic, he gushed on
and on about how beautiful Maine and Rockport were, how I'd fall
in love with place once I got there, how the cost of living was
so much cheaper there than Raleigh, did he mention how beautiful
Rockport was and that my/our practice-furnished residence was
high on a hill overlooking the a small yacht basin on Ocsac Bay?
I was skeptical, but agreed to fly up in a couple of days with
Mary so we could be interviewed by him and see everything.

  Mary and I talked about a lot that afternoon. She had been to
Maine several times, loved it, said I would too, and was eager to
relocate there (she was NOT impressed by Raleigh at all!) with
me. Her base salary would have been pitiful to start, only $32.5K
base and almost no other benes, but she said she didn't care as
long as we could be together, in real life and as therapy
partners. I was still skeptical and thought about waiting until
things settled down and some new job offers appeared on the
board. After all, I had almost two hundred thousand dollars in
CD's by that point, and didn't need to work for a long time if I
wished to pull back and wait. But Mary was eager to marry me, and
eager to begin her career. I called Doc that night to seek his
advice. Doc never gave me anything but the truth and good advice.

  "I can't believe, Eric, that you'd leave Dr. Nick" old Doc
protested.

  "Well, if I could continue to have a substantial amount of
patient contact and still run things, that'd be different, but
Dr. Nick made it very clear if I stayed I'd be a manager, not a
therapist."

  "That would be waste. You simply have too much talent to become
a pencil-pusher, Eric. The polykinetic bodyworking modality
movement needs you, needs you to continue doing what you're
doing. Want me to call Dr. Nick and talk with him? I'm sure he
could find someone else to run things and let you continue being
a therapist."

  "Naw, that's okay Doc. I think it's time to move on. Mary loves
Maine and wants to move there, and it would be a good place for
us, I think. The only thing I'm worried about is this huge salary
cut I'm taking, not to mention the fact that there's very little
patient case load right now for her and I, let alone the second
therapist which is also leaving and Dr. Jose' is going to have
replace, too."

  "Eric, Eric, Eric. My boy, you still don't get it, do you? With
your reputation that you've worked so hard to establish, you
could literally pick your practice anywhere. Anywhere."

  "But there was only this one job opening on the board, Doc."

  "Eric, you can be so, well, dense at time, my boy. What did I
just say? Let me explain. Three-quarters plus of your patient
load right now you pick and choose from a huge backlog of cases
to choose from, and most of these are from out-of-state,
correct?"

  "Yeah, so?"

  "So, they're flying in from all over to country to Raleigh,
setting up temporary residence while you work with them, and
after their therapy is complete, they leave. See now?"

  "Not really, Doc."

  "Damn boy,  let me spell it out for you. Since your patients
come to you now, they can come to you no matter where you're at,
if it's Raleigh, Rockport, Kalamazoo or Timbuktu, get it
now!!??!!"

  "Yeah, I see, I think" my sometimes slow thought process
catching up.

  "So you don't have to worry about having to make a living, your
living, your patients will come to you regardless. So, if
Rockport is not to your liking, then pick your city in any state,
and I promise, no, guarantee you'll have a job there within 24
hours."

  "Thanks, Doc, I appreciate it."

  "You're welcome."

  "Mary's got her heart set on moving to Rockport, though. I just
hate taking a bad deal."

  "Let me call Dr. Josewic and speak with him myself about your
deal. It is not fair to you. I can't promise a sweetheart deal
like you've got with Dr. Nick, but I can promise you I'll cut a
deal for you that's much closer to what you should be getting.
After all, you're bringing to the practice all told probably a
quarter million dollars plus a year in net billings."

  "And for Mary too?"

  "And for Mary too."

  "We're supposed to fly up there for our interview in a couple
of days. Will you have our deal done by then."

  "It'll be done by lunch tomorrow."

  "Thanks Doc, I owe you."

  "No Eric, you don't owe me anything, if anything I owe you."

  I was puzzled by that last remark but let it slide.

  "I'll call you when we get back."

  ++++++++++++++++++++++++

  Rockport's airport was cute, almost as small as RDU had been
forty-some years ago. Mary had been singled out twice on the way
there for frisking by the new security procedures, but just
giggled at the male security guards as they openly groped as
opposed to frisked her in the open space of the concourse, making
them blush with embarrassment.  Fuck them.

  Even though Rockport is Maine's third-largest largest city, it
is still smaller than Raleigh, about the size Raleigh was when I
was little. And the view of Ocsac Bay  from the backporch of what
was to be our new residence was worth almost anything, was truly
beyond fucking gorgeous, just like Dr. Josewic and Mary both said
it would be. Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it. I loved it. I was sold.

  Doc had indeed kept his promise and cut me a much better deal.
A 50/50 one, with $50K base salary plus 50% non-expensible
commission, plus a 5-10-15 per cent bonus structure based on
total billables and total net yearly income. "Dr. Mike" still
wasn't willing to give us both a practice-furnished vehicle, but
knowing we were to be married soon, made his pitch to Doc (all
this was taking place in private phone calls between Doc and Dr.
Mike) that he'd pay for a lease on a new Jeep Grand Cherokee for
us as a couple or a similar 4WD vehicle making the point that
we'd need it in the winter. Doc told him that we would go for
that. Plus he was willing to give us the usual benes of local
accounts with several local sub and pizza shops that would
deliver food to us as we wished "as long as they don't abuse the
privilege too much" he cautioned to Doc Chaim who was negotiating
for us.

  All this done for us by Doc in private, Dr. Mike not mentioning
anything about it as he showed us around, still not telling us at
first that he was going to give us a better deal that Doc Chaim
had more or less forced him to offer us, either that or lose his
PBI franchise and possibly me/us as income rainmakers.

  Our therapy practice building was separate from our residence,
something a little unusual for a bodyworking practice, but was
only literally a block away, a five minute walk, no big deal.
Cutting through an alley between our residence and a next-door
neighbor, our house was an old Victorian row house that was
actually three of them side-by-side recombined into one, we
walked across Perkins Street to go down another alley between two
houses to the backside of our therapy building which faced State
Street, a main commercial street in Rockport where a lot of other
doctor's offices and other professional-type practices and
businesses were scattered along its length, Dr. Mike's office
being just four blocks or so away. A modest sign out front read
"Dr. Josewic & Associates  +  Therapy Annex."

  Inside, our new therapy home really sucked. It wreaked of old
cigarette smoke despite two "No Smoking" signs and old urine
smell too, almost an old porn shop smell. The drapes were old and
faded, the furniture old, the threadbare worn carpet older still.
The exam tables looked like there were from the 19th century, the
therapy beds felt like horrible old Motel 6 mattresses. Just two
small half-bathrooms, no "wetroom" and no BDSM-room or group room
for teaching, three things I thought all practices were required
to have. The receptionist area didn't even have a computer, let
alone connected to the PBI main system.  All records were kept
manually, and all billings done the same. Geez, maybe I had made
a mistake?

  Doc Chaim had told me not to sweat the details like these, that
whatever I wanted changed, to call and let him know and he'd work
with Dr. Mike to get things up to standard, telling me he knew
I'd want a lot of stuff done, this being one of the oldest
continually-operated practices within PBI's aegis. With Doc
handling things for me, that would save Dr. Mike and I having to
begin our professional relationship from a negative.

  I had to make my decision, now, and let Dr. Mike know. My
decision had already been made. Dr. Nick had told me before I
left that I could come back and get my stuff out of storage that
had been there for almost four years and pick up the few personal
effects I owned that were in my company-furnished apartment, but
basically, he told me not to bother to come back, that he would
take care of things from here on out. The new incarnation of the
practice was set to begin the following Monday, as was mine/ours,
if we could swing it that soon. I'm became gladder and gladder to
have made the decision I made.

  Dr. Mike found Peggy in the back, straightening things up a bit
back in a dark hole of a room that served as the supply room.
Peggy had been a therapist with him for about six years and had
hit that wall that all therapists know about and usually hit
sooner if not later. After years of struggling with lots of
non-40 hour weeks and just struggling to make a living, she was
ready to leave, even though she loved the profession. Marnie, the
other therapist whose leaving had prompted the notice of
employment on the in-house job BBS, was long gone, having left
for another position weeks before.

  Dr. Jose' introduced us and the four of us chatted for a while
as. Peggy knew who I was, knew of my so-called reputation, and
seemed genuinely pleased to have met me.

  "I would have loved to have had the opportunity to work with
you sometime, sorry it's not going to happen, Mr. Woods."

  "Eric."

  "Eric, then. Your reputation as a healer, especially of
children, precedes you."

  "Maybe that's still a possibility, though Mary here will be my
primary therapy partner, hopefully for the rest of our lives
together" Mary casually moving her left hand to flash her diamond
engagement ring.

  "You know I'm resigning, but I'll still be here in town. I was
a massage therapist before I became a bodyworker . . . "

  "As was I, Peggy" she smiling at that comment from me.

  " . . . and I'll be working for a sports medicine practice just
a few doors down from here doing that again. I wouldn't want even
a regular part-time workload of bodywork, but if I can be of help
on an as-needed basis, please don't hesitate to call on me for
anything, Eric; Dr. Josewic will have my number and like I said,
just drop in at 8970 State Street, Rockport Sports Medicine
Clinic, anytime. And if you need some help getting situated, I am
a native Rockporter, just ask, and I'll be happy to help you get
comfortable in your new city, no problem. Don't forget!"

  "We won't!" my Mary replied.

  Leaving Peggy to her tidying up, we all went back up front and
sat down in cheap old plastic chairs in the reception area. Then
I broke my own mental rule and told Dr. Mike that the building
would have to be remodeled to come up to current PBI standards.
He flat out told me that he didn't have the money to do it. I
told him I'd call Doc Chaim about it, and that money would not be
a problem, it wouldn come out of Doc's pocket. He then replied he
couldn't afford to lose the billings that remodeling would cause.
I told him that Doc knew how to handle that, doing most of the
work at night and on weekends and such, and just to let Doc take
care of things. He seemed almost angry-puzzled, then looked at me
sternly and stuttered out a question.

  "Eric, as you know, Peggy's leaving as of the end of the week.
You and Mary are replacing Marnie, but you're also bringing in
your own patient load. Peggy had been doing her and Marnie's
caseload, almost all men, but I haven't been able to find anyone
to replace her. I thought that I'd have gotten more than just you
two responding. I do have an existing client base, 95%+ male,
that needs to be taken care of. You and Mary can't, you have your
own client base. Can I ask a favor? I know you're coming from a
much larger practice. Is there anyone whom you could persuade to
leave with you and come up?"

  I thought quickly and furiously. I knew our better deal had
been done. Doc had made it so. But Dr. Mike hadn't broke it to us
yet. Time to use it as leverage.

  "Maybe. But not for the kind of compensation package you're
offering Mary."

  "What is wrong with a $32.5/40% package?"

  "Forty percent commission might be okay, but $32.5K base salary
just sucks; Mary should be at 50/50 just like my contract."

  "Eric, don't break my balls, please. I do have a solid client
base to service. If I give Mary her 50/50, 'think you could
persuade someone from your practice to follow you to service my
guy clients?"

  "Yeah, but it'd have to be 40/50 minimum, plus at least a small
compact practice-furnished vehicle."

  "Which no therapist ever had until you and Mary, I might add."

  "And which you'll have to offer if you want me to bring someone
with me on such short notice."

  "This person you have in mind, I assume you have someone in
mind; experienced?; nice looking?; someone the clients will come
back to?"

  "Yes, experienced; she was my therapy partner for the past two
years, up until very recently; she wants to go back to doing
male-only therapy and get out of child therapy, by the way; good
looking?; she's a gorgeous blond with 40DD perfect stacked tits
and very nice body; client repeatability?; oh yeah, she's also
very sweet, you don't have to worry about that. Emily as a
therapist is exactly what you're looking for."

  "Will Dr. Nick scream at me and to Dr. Chaim if you bring her
along?"

  "I don't think so. Fuck Dr. Nick anyway. Something's going on
with him. It was time for me to leave. Getting back, as long you
can guarantee Emily a r40 hour week for billables."

  "That shouldn't be a problem, since she'll be handling two
caseloads at first; if she gets too busy, there's someone in town
besides Peggy who was trained years back and has been nagging me
for a job as a bodyworker."

  "Why didn't she take one somewhere else, with another
practice?"

  "Because she's a native like me, and doesn't want to leave
Maine, that's why. I promised her I'd try to work her in,
eventually."

  "Why didn't you offer her this full-time job that Peggy's
leaving is creating?"

  He thought for a second before answering.

  "Well, I don't know how to say this, she, she's a rather large
woman, and like it or not, when you have a male client base, you
have to be at least reasonably attractive. I was thinking I could
let this Amy . . . "

  "Emily" I corrected.

  "Let your Emily have the pick of clients for her 40 hours, I'll
help her determine which clients she should see, and then if any
billable slots were left open, I'll let Wanda have them."

  Fucking sexist stupid pig. He evidently never bothered to read
the eyes-only discussion groups on the secured in-house PBI
system. If he had, he would know that many BBW therapists have
built up huge male client bases in many cases. Whatever. Stupid
misogynist asshole, if he is my new boss. Whatever.

  "When did she go through the program?"

  "Five or six years ago."

  "I'll probably have to let you send her back to school then."

  "But that would cost me money! Is there any other option,
Eric?"

  "Maybe Emily and Mary and I could work with her a bit, see how
much of it she's retained, but that time would be billable to the
practice. It might cheaper to send her back to school."

  His face turned beet-red as he fumed over having to spend more
money, but he didn't get angry with me.

  "Well, you and Mary and Emily working with her would probably
be cheaper than sending her back to school. We're getting
off-track in any case. So we're agreed now?"

  I just raised my eyebrows in silent questioning.

  "Doc and I will work out the remodeling of the office you say
it needs; you and Mary are on 50/50 compensation contracts,
-provided- that you can bring Emily up with you; agreed?"

  I didn't tell him I already knew that Doc had twisted his arm
until it almost broke and had made him promise to give us each
$50K-yr-base salary/50% commission contracts plus standard benes
in any case. Being able to bring Emily up would just be a bonus
for me, since I still thought a lot of her, and still enjoyed
recreational after-hours sex with her, my love for Mary aside.

  "As long as Emily gets her 40/50 contract, agreed."

  "Agreed" as we shook hands and then he and Mary shook hands.

  "Oh, one last thing. You know about the standard deal most
practitioners have with their surrogates?"

  He was as transparent as cheap windowglass.

  "Yeah. Like Dr. Nick had with Emily and a couple of other
surrogates. He'd see them once or twice a week as he pleased for
a 'nooner' or two."

  "And it was never billable time, correct?"

  Ghhhheessss-us, didn't this guy ever read the PBI management
bulletins that were regularly issued out, or talk with Doc or
other franchise holders?

  "Correct. And you're asking?"

  "Even though I know you and Mary are to be married, I still am
going to insist on some weekly time with her, and probably with
this Emily, too. I had a similar arrangement with both Peggy and
Marnie."

  This was one thing among many about the profession I hadn't had
a chance to tell Mary about. I looked at her to gauge her
reaction. She was non-plused by his expectation.

  "It is your right, unless Mary has a problem with it. Emily
will be cool with it"

  "No Eric, my Husband-to-be, I don't have a problem, unless you
do."

  "Nope, Honey, I don't. We are professional sex therapists, we
have sex with patients for our living, that's our job;
'servicing' Dr. Mike wouldn't bother me, unless it bothers you"
she shaking her head "no" in silent reply.

  "Done then. I would like a quick blow job before we leave,
Mary."

  Standing before her as she sat in the 60's vintage cheapo
plastic tub chair as the quiet mill of pedestrian traffic out on
State Street passed by the thin-curtained glass window-walls of
the old office building, she sucked him off quickly, he not
lasting two minutes. She told me later if that's all he wanted
she was almost going to be disappointed. Before finding PBI and
becoming a bodyworker, she had only been with two guys. During
training she had fucked and sucked maybe two or three dozen guys
total, but was eager to have more men, and women too, as
recreational sex partners outside of therapeutic situations. I
had never made my desire for other adult women and children of
both sexes a secret from her, so it's not like she was saying
something shocking to me.

  Flying "home" the following day, Rockport was now my home in
reality, I drove Mary around Raleigh and Cary some, showing her
my old schools, my old hanging-out spots, things like that,
taking her by the Krispy Kreme on Person Street for some hot
doughnuts right off the line, something she had never had before
and almost had an orgasm from upon first bite.

  I also took her by to meet my parents, introducing her as my
fiancée', which she was.

  One of the most stupid things I had ever done was "come out" to
my parents about my "real job" two or three years back, after I
had been a bodyworker for a while and knew I'd stay in it as a
career. Up until then, I had told them I was just a massage
therapist which I had been until becoming a bodyworker. My mother
was horrified and my dad was disgusted with me, calling me a male
prostitute to my face.  At least I had enough sense not to
mention that I worked mostly with children, they would have
freaked if they knew that, probably called the police on me, they
still thinking I worked mainly with adult women and a few men. It
had only been in the past few months that things had begun to
ease up with them.

  I introduced them to Mary as my fiancée', and they both took to
immediately.

  "So you're gonna make an honest man out of my slut of a son,
now are you, Mary?"

  She looked sheepish and turned white before replying.

  "I'm; I'm a polykinetic bodyworker, too, Mr. Woods."

  Pop didn't change expression at all, neither did Mother.

  "Well, that's just fine. What's the occasion? Blockhead here
doesn't come over much to see us unless there's something he
needs to tell us."

  Might as well get it out.

  "Mom, Dad, I'm leaving Dr. Nick's practice in Raleigh, and Mary
and I are moving up to Maine to take over a practice there, in a
town called Rockport, right on the coast, on up about an hour's
or so drive north of the New Hampshire stateline."

  They sat back down hard in their chairs in the living room in
the modest old millhouse I had grown up in on Maywood Avenue on
the poor side of town in Raleigh.

  "Whatever you think is best for you, Son, you're a grown man
now. You gonna at least have us up for the wedding?"

  "Of course, Mr. And Mrs. Woods, of course we will!" my Mary
exclaimed with glee as she reached for and held Mom's hand as she
sat next to her.

  "Well, good; I just want you to be happy, Son, that's all I've
ever wanted."

  "I am Dad, I am."

  "Well, you two gonna stay for supper?"

  "We'd love to, Mr. Woods" my dearest sweetly replied.

  "Nothing fancy, just meat and potatoes"

  "Anything will be fine"

  "You know how to cook, Mary?"

  "A little, not much, I'm afraid."

  "Why don't you help Mama in the kitchen some? I need to talk
with my son in private."

  +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

  A young guy about my age was in Dr. Nick's office, sitting
across from his desk, rising to meet me as I came in. Dr. Nick
shook my hand and wished me well as this non-introduced gentleman
also shook my hand without it being offered to him.  I had gone
his main office to pick up my last check, not wanting or needing
to see Dr. Nick, but he saw me out in the reception area and
waved for me to come in. Actually, it wasn't my last check, just
the current one. I'd be getting another check in a couple of
weeks, plus my bonus check at the end of the year.

  "Eric, this is Chad Forestall; your replacement; I should say,
Chad's going to be running the 'new' practice in your, the new
building."

  "Good the meet you, Chad" I unapologetically sneered at him
"how long have been a bodyworking therapist?"

  "Oh, I'm not a bodyworker, Eric; I have a MBA from Duke and a
PhD in economics from Oxford; I'm a professional manager, Eric,
not a bodyworker."

  "Have a seat, Eric, will you?"

  This was a definitely oh-shit situation. But I owed Dr. Nick at
least five minutes.

  "I have been recruiting Chad here ever since the move from
Chatham Street to Rex  has been talked about, Eric. In hindsight,
I should have been more honest with you, told you that you
weren't going to be in charge and that I wanted to keep you on
staff as my straw boss yes but mainly as a therapist which is
what I know you love, but you seemed so thrilled at the prospect
of running things. I know now that you weren't. That's why you
left me, wasn't it, so you could be with your patients still?"

  I didn't know what to say. Fucking hell. Yep, if he had only
been honest. My feelings would have been hurt sure, but things
would have been different, maybe for the better, maybe not.

  "Yes, Dr. Nick, if you had been more honest, it would have been
better. I don't know; I think I was ready for a change. Then Mary
and I met and fell madly in love just days ago, and now we're
engaged."

  "I know all about it. And I know that you've recruited Emily to
go to Rockport with you; Dr. Josewic called me yesterday and he
and I talked about that, that and other things."

  "You have a problem with Emily going with us?"

  "No, not at all. She leaves with my blessings."

  "What other things did you and Dr. Mike talk about?" I should
have never asked that, but I was curious.

  "He wanted to know more about you, of course. I told him the
truth; that you were stubborn as a mule, always thought you were
correct even when you weren't, that you had to get your own way
or you'd throw a childish tantrum and pout for weeks afterwards,
that your ego was so huge there wasn't any room for anyone
else's, things like that, things that precluded you from ever
becoming the new larger practice administrator. I also told him
that you were the best therapist, especially with adolescents and
pre-adolescents I had ever had the privilege to work with, that
you were as good a therapist as your reputation suggested, that
within a small practice your admin' skills would be fine, and
that you cared about the health and welfare of your patients
above all else, which drove a lot of your stubbornness and ego. I
also told him that if things didn't work out with him, that you
would always have a home with me and my practice, as my Senior
Therapist, no problem."

  I didn't know whether to slap him, hug him, beat the crap out
of him, or suck his cock right then and there in his office. I
stood up from my chair, looked him square in the eye and shook
his hand firmly again with a "thank you, Dr. Samiatakis, for all
the support you've given me over the years; I can never thank you
enough."

  Mary had been waiting in the reception area for me, and could
see I was deep in thought as we drove over to my old self-storage
place to sort through what junk I wanted to take with us.

  "Anything wrong, Hon'?" she asked as I made my way down Western
Blvd. to the climate-controlled mini-warehouses.

  "Nope, Dear, just thinking, that's all."

  "'Bout what?"

  " 'Bout our future together", she kissing me on the cheek as we
pulled into the parking lot of Climate Controlled Mini-Warehouse.

  The boxes of my old clothes smelled musty and looked old. They
could stay, as could my old furniture and appliances that had
been in practice-paid storage for four years plus now. I fished
some old boots out, a couple of old jackets I thought I'd need
for the Maine winters, plus two or three boxes of old childhood
momentos which I wanted to keep. Signing out at the manager's
office, I told them to get rid of what was left in the cubicle.
They said "no problem". Then by the old house, the old 3-story
house which had been my home for the past four years, to pick up
my last little bit of personal stuff as well as Emily, who was
eager if not ready to leave with us to start her new life as
well.. I left the keys locked in my company car for someone to
retrieve later per prior instructions, calling a cab to take us
all to the airport. The airport, then to Maine, and our new life
together. Raleigh and Cary looked vaguely unfamiliar if not
strange as I looked out of the window of my window seat as our
plane banked a turn north towards Rockport and the future.

  ++++++++++++++++++++++++

  Dr. Mike wasn't there to greet us as we landed at the airport
in Rockport, but Peggy was, she waving excitedly on the other
side of the gate to us as we disembarked.

  "Hi Eric, Mary, glad to see you!" we shooting her a look of
puzzlement, she replying to unasked questions "Dr. Josewic hired
me back for thirty days to be your personal assistant, to help
you and Mary and . . . "

  "Emily"

  " . . . Emily here get adjusted to your new life. Anything you
want or need, ask, and I'll do my best to help you. Anything you
need right now?"

  "Pee first, then dinner? And dinner being paid for with our new
company credit cards, as promised?"

  "I've got your cards right here in my purse, and I drove your
new Jeep Cherokee over to pick you up, hope you don't mind; oh,
Emily, you'll be getting your new vehicle sometime next week, a
Honda Civic, correct"

  "Uh-hu" she replied with weird warily look.

  "I'm just so excited to be helping you guys!" our little miss
Peggy exclaimed as we made our way down the concourse to the
baggage claim area "I'm just so excited!"

  Dinner at Maxie's Steakhouse down on a Front Street was
excellent, as was the view of the pier where the Scandinavian
cruise ships based there on Ocsac Bay Harbor were. Mary finished
off a twenty ounce New York Strip steak, salad, and three
brandies which she ordered and wasn't carded for.  Peggy chatted
on and on about her growing up in Rockport, about all the neat
little things that she loved about it, about her past as a
massage therapist before becoming a bodyworker, shared gossip
about Dr. Mike and the three other therapists that she had worked
with in her six years with the practice now all gone, on and on
as we three listened and acknowledged but didn't say much back to
her.

  Our new home looked a little different. Curtains in it had been
replaced, which I hadn't complained to Doc about, the carpets had
been cleaned, and things just tidied up in general. Mary and
mine's bedroom was to be what would have been the Master Bedroom
for the Victorian row house, actually three of them combined
together some decades back into one much larger home, up on the
second floor just off the stairwell. My office was next to our
bedroom, and in it was new computer desk and new computer atop
it, a coax cable running from it to a wall outlet and then up to
a broadband satellite hookup, Peggy said, which connected
directly to the PBI network hub in Roslyn Harbor, the satellite
also supplying regular cable programming to the house.  Emily had
her choice of rooms from there. She picked the largest one up on
the third floor, next to would have been, I should say had been,
Peggy's room for the past six years, and which was to be for
thirty days more. That left six empty bedrooms. Dr. Josewic
always had planned on growing his practice to that many, that's
why there six treatment rooms in the treatment building annex
with room for a couple more,  but things never worked out that
way.

  "Your family of therapy models will be here in a week, they'll
take two of the other bedrooms. Did you want a separate bedroom
for your personal therapy model, Mary, Eric?"

  Mary shot me a look of "what the hell is she talking about?"

  Doc hadn't mentioned getting us a any therapy models, let alone
a whole family of them, let alone another therapy model for Mary
and I. Of course Mary knew what a therapy model was, she had met
Josie, my nine-year-old therapy model for Emily's and mine
practice who also slept with us at night, when she came down to
Ralegh, but still didn't know all the details and such.

  "No, our therapy model will be sleeping with us, thanks."

  "Sure. There's lots of extra bedrooms, should you change your
mind."

  Downstairs was the kitchen in the rear and the living room in
the front, actually a converted foyer area since original
Victorian homes didn't have living rooms as we know them. Plus, a
smoking room slash "drawing room" off the living room, and a very
nice study complete with wall-to-wall glass-door-fronted
bookcases filled with old medical books and literary books almost
all bound in leather and bound collections of professional
magazines such as "The Journal Of Sexology" and "The SIECUS
Journal". And a new computer on an old oak desk "just in case you
want to work here instead of upstairs" Peggy mentioned an
executive leather chair in front of it.

  "Anyone for ice cream? The chest freezer out on the backporch
is full of all kinds, you name it!" Peggy continued her banter.
She seemed so shy, painfully so, on our earlier visit, and seemed
so different, so confident and buoyantly happy, now. Go figure.

  "No, thanks, we're all tired, thanks; we'll head on to bed
shortly" I replied for the three of us as we trudged back up the
stairs with out suitcases in tow, Peggy helping lug the extras up
as best she could.

  "If any of you would like a little sex before bed, I'll oral
you as you please, let you come so you can sleep better, no
problem."

  We all looked at each other as we made our way to the top of
the stairs with  "you've got to be fucking kidding us!" glances.

  "That's okay, Peggy, we're all tired."

  "Maybe tomorrow we all can have sex together? I've been looking
forward to it even since I met you."

  "Maybe tomorrow, Peggy" Emily almost growingly intoned back at
her as she drug her suitcases up the stairwell further to the
third floor, Peggy following behind her lugging her other two.

  +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

  The phone rang on my red phone, the phone which was supposed to
be my private line, on the nightstand beside our bed at 6AM the
following morning, Saturday. It was Dr. Mike, and he was trying
to make a point. Fuck him.

  "Good morning, Eric, hope you slept well."

  "Yes I did, Dr. Mike, very well; this mattress is great, this
bed is great" my eyes opening and focusing on the forward posts
of our four-poster Victorian bed.

  "Good. Why don't you fix yourself some breakfast, and have you
four met me at the office in an hour, seven-ish?"

  "Why. Why?" I very sleepily replied, Mary not having begun to
awaken yet, softly snoring beside me.

  "There's some things we need to go over."

  "Why can't you come here?"

  "The therapy annex, one hour, Eric, all of you be there."

   Peggy fixed us all eggs and bacon as we sat around the table
in the breakfast nook off of the main kitchen which was also off
the main dining room as sipped our coffee, trying to wake up. We
all didn't like Dr. Mike's authoritative style, not one little
bit, but he was our boss now.

  "Dr. Nick said I, we all could come back to Raleigh anytime we
wanted."

  "No way, Eric!" Emily groused.

  "No fucking way, Dear!" Mary shot back.

  "I'd hate for you guys to leave without trying to make things
work out first" Peggy sweetly interjected as she dished out soft
scrambled eggs from the pan onto our plates.

  "Oh, we're just bellyaching, we're not going anywhere, Peg'."

  "Good, Eric; good!" she replied in her best cheerleading voice.

  There were several work trucks parked in the rear and out front
of the office when we finished our ten minute walk to it,
arriving exactly at seven per Dr. Mike's command. A plumbing
truck, an electrician's truck, a carpet guy, three trucks from a
general contractor, a tile guy, you name it.

  "I hope you know how much Dr. and Mrs. Chaim think of you,
Eric" Dr. Mike almost scolding me as he lead us through what
amounted to the gutting of and eventual reworking and rebuilding
of the inside of the office building, we having to wear hardhats
because of all the activity taking place.

  "Yeah, I do, Dr. Mike, I 'do' know how much they think of me."

  "They're paying for all this out of their own pocket. It's
gonna cost me two weeks billings."

  "Yeah, all of a hundred dollars" I shot back angrily and
sarcastically.

  "There's no reason to be angry with me, Eric; you're getting
what you want; Doc Chaim designed this, and the work will be done
by Monday of the following week. It looks like you'll be getting
a free week's vacation."

  My mind raced.

  "What about my patient caseload I was supposed to see this
week?" my main concern coming out,

  "Doctor Chaim said he'd take care of all that. He's going to
call you around 10AM this morning and talk with you. You'll be
given the complete game plan then. This is what you wanted,
wasn't it, Eric?"

  "Uh; yeah, sure."

  "Peggy will stay and handle the guy clients for the next week
at an office in my main office, so Emily won't have to take up
that slack, unless she wants to. Seriously, why don't you and
Mary and Emily just take the week off, drive up the coast, drive
into New Hampshire or Vermont, just take some days off, just be
back by Sunday to start to work Monday. Doc Chaim and you can
work those other details out. Okay?" he asked over the whine of
circular saws cutting away at two by fours and ramset guns
driving anchor pins into concrete, the smell of fresh plaster
coming from what was to be the new wet room.

  "Yeah, sure, fine, thank you, Dr. Mike, thank you!"

  "You're welcomed!" he replied with unusual sincerity.

  My friend, mentor, and yes I guess even father-figure, old Doc
Chaim, called me promptly on my red phone precisely at 10AM.
Peggy was going over her and Marnie's current caseload with Emily
in my study next to my bedroom up on the second floor. Mary was
sitting with me on the couch holding my hand as we watched some
movie on HBO on the 54" TV, similar to the one we had in Cary
down in the living room on the first floor. Hearing the
distinctive "brring-brring-be-rrrnnggg!" bell on the red phone in
my first floor study, I darted off the couch to answer it,
knowing it was probably Doc.

  "Well, what do you think, Eric?"

  "About what, Doc?"

  He just guffawed laughing at me.

  "About the price of freaking tea in china. What do you think I
mean? I mean about the remodeling of your therapy building, silly
goose!"

  "Oh, that; thanks so much for paying for it, Doc; I know Dr.
Mike would have never paid for it. And thanks for using your pull
and getting it done so quickly."

  "Not a problem, my boy. What did you think of Peggy's blowjob
last night?"

  "Hu? I mean, we, I was, too tired, we went to bed" sneaky SOB,
he had asked her to do that for us.

  "You really should have her do you and Mary and Emily all,
she's one of the best cock-suckers and cunt-eaters ever, trust me
on this."

  "Uh, I will Doc, later. Dr. Mike said you have a bunch of stuff
to go over with me?"

  "Yes, Eric. You downstairs? There should be pens and legal pads
in the upper right-hand drawer of your desk. Get a pad out and
start making notes, please."

  First he told me that he was having a cellphone delivered by
lunchtime to me along with all accessories, and that from now on
I wasn't to go to the bathroom literally without having this
cellphone with me. It was a PBI special, one like certain
government agencies use, one with a built-in voice
scrambler/encoder/decoder where no one could intercept our calls.
Mary and Emily would also be getting similar cellphones, and they
had to keep them in their respective purses at all times. "This
BS of having you out of contact with me when I need you is coming
to an end, right now", he knowing that I hated cellphones and
pagers.

  Next we talked about my patients that I should have been seeing
next week. He told me if I really wanted a caseload next week I
could fly in to Roslyn and do them from the main PBI complex, but
he suggested I take the week off and take it easy, that things
would be fine without me working for a week. I accepted his offer
and advice graciously. He told me that he'd handle rescheduling
from his end, that I/we didn't have to do anything, and this
would be better for most of my patients anyway, having time to
reschedule their coming up, their relocating from temp quarters
in Cary and Raleigh, or them otherwise making it to their
appointments. I understood his logic.

  Then came the new office building, or I should say the
remodeling thereof. No big issues there, except one room was
specifically going to be a double purpose one for photography and
would be wired for medical telemetry, so medical data could be
taken of and from certain patients.

"A similar room had been built in to your new building near Rex"
he explained "I'll send you a packet of information about
everything next week, and I'll send someone from here in a couple
of weeks to spend some time with you explaining how all the
instrumentation will work and what it's to be used for. By the
way, how do you like your new residence?"

  "Just fine, Doc, though I do wish we had an elevator; going up
and down the stairs sometimes hurts my bad knee."

  "I didn't even think of that! Sorry, Eric. If you're going to
be gone next week, I'll have to see about getting you at least a
light duty passenger elevator installed. No promises, there might
not be room for it, but I'll try."

  "Hu? Gee, thanks Doc!"

  Next came our therapy models. I was to be getting an entire
family of them to use as I saw fit within my practice, a family
consisting of a father, mother, and two daughters ages of 8 and
13. Plus I would also be getting a boy of 8 that wasn't related
to them. Doc knew I liked having a young female therapy model for
most of the time when a therapy model was called for with
pre-pubescent patients, and that I liked for her to sleep with my
therapy partner and I at night in our bed.

  "Will that be a problem, Doc?"

  "What do you think, Eric? Silly boy."

  He went on to explain that they had been therapy models for a
practice out in Los Angeles for a couple of years, and just
wanted out, just wanted to find some place nicer.

  "They'll all be settled in by the time you get back this coming
Sunday."

  My Sweetie sauntered in and stood beside me as my conversation
with Doc continued, Doc and I discussing the seeming hundreds of
details about what was to come and expected to come, my Sweetie
kneeling before me and trying to playfully get my cock out of my
pants as I talked.

  Our conversation finished as Mary started sucking my cock. I
remembered what Doc said about Peggy, about how an incredible
oral-ler of both men and women she was, and told Mary we should
have her come down and do us and Emily.

  "You think a stranger is going to suck and fuck my future
husband in our new house before I do? No way, Mr. Eric Woods, no
way. Now gimme that cock!"

  We went back into the living room and lay on the couch, she
sucking  me hard then jumping on top to fuck me. I could feel her
tampon inside, she having started last night, but neither one of
us cared. I grabbed her boobs as she rode me, lightly slapping
them as I had found out she liked.

  Emily and Peggy came down the stairs to us fucking away.

  "Well, it's about time!" Peggy gleefully cried as she came over
to suck on Mary's boobs and Emily joined as well, kissing me as
my dearest friend in the whole world other than my Mary and
playing with Mary's cunt and my cock as Mary fucked me.

  "Doc told me that Peggy here is one the best cocksuckers and
cunteaters he's ever run across" I said to both my ladies and no
one in particular "let's see!"

  Mary flipped off of me as I sat up, Peggy quickly stripping and
assuming the position kneeling before me. Doc wasn't kidding. She
gave head like her tongue was made of muscular but warm and soft
and gooey marshmallows. I tried to think of I had ever felt a
tongue like that, had gotten head like this, but couldn't think
of anyone else off hand who had given me such a warm fuzzy
blowjob; a true talent!  It was as nice was Doc promised. I came
in her mouth and she didn't lose a drop, my hard staying, that
being the result of four years of taking MascuStat male birth
control pills.

  Then she made her way over to Mary. Mary's eyes rolled to the
back of her head and she came again and again and again within a
couple of minutes. Leaving 'My Love' in a puddle of cyprinne
G-spot come strictly from her tonguing of her mixed in with her
menstrual fluid on the leather couch, she then duck-waddled over
to Emily and proceeded to give Emee an anal tonguebath from hell,
Emee grabbing Peggy's hair and forcing her even harder into her
bottom, crying out "suck my ass dammit, suck my ass!" as Mary and
I cuddled next to them inches away from a scene which would give
a jaded sex surrogate like me an even more raging hard-on, which
it did.

  Finishing up with Emee, Peggy made her way over back to me with
a "Doc also told me about you, Eric; he says you're one of the
absolute best straight fucks any woman can ever have; Mary, if
you don't mind"

  "I don't mind, Peggy, not after that head you just gave me!"
she teased.

  "I want your fiancée' to stick that hard-on in my pussy and
fuck me until he makes me beg him to stop!"

  No problem!

Having her kneel on the couch, I just shoved it in sans foreplay,
she being wet as hell from giving head to all of us and obviously
enjoying it as much as we did, as Mary and Emily played with her
some to help keep her hot. I gave her my best shot for an hour
and then my knees, especially my bad knee, started to hurt a
little from all the kneeling, so I simply pulled it out and
immediately shoved it into her ass, grabbing her plump but not
too-plump rounded asscheeks and just driving it home, she having
an orgasm so strong it made her whole body shudder with delight,
she screaming then crying into the sofa as her face lay flat her
ass high on it.

  "You are the absolute best, Eric, just like Doc Chaim told me
you would be."

  Getting up and coming back with a wet washcloth and some
towels, Peggy kissed me on the lips whispering "thank you!" to me
once more as Mary and Emee began playing with each other next to
me. Emily took one of the towels and slid it under Mary's butt
and fished her tampon out and just clamped down on my fiancée's
bleeding pussy.

  "I'm not as good as Peggy here" she half-jokingly apologized to
Mary.

  "No one is as good as Peggy is, Emily."

  "But I  -am- pretty good; enjoy, my friend."

  I knew that Emily enjoyed period sex with other women, both
giving and receiving

  Peggy played with my cock as we sat beside each other and
watched. She looked at me and smiled, and I smiled back, she
flipping around to sit in my lap, my cock easing inside her once
again. Her pussy wasn't bad, either. We just rocked and rolled
for a few minutes before Emily gave Mary a couple of nice little
orgasms, then moved over to us, her face still red from Mary's
period blood.

  Peggy spreading her legs as she straddled me, facing away from
me as we sat on the couch, Emily began licking Peggy and me as we
fucked and My Love looked on, smiling at us. Mary leaned over and
kissed me as Peggy fucked me and Emily licked us. Ahhhh, perfect.
This was the life. This is my life. Perfect. No man could ask for
more.

  +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

  The three of us, Mary Emily and I, left for our mini-vacation
the following morning. Emily was thinking aloud about coming back
early, maybe Thursday or Friday, and Me Love and I would wait
until Saturday or Sunday to come back home. Yes, "home". Raleigh
was becoming a distant memory more and more each day, and
Rockport was becoming home.

  We made our way up the coast of Maine slow and easy. "The
girls" spent almost two thousand dollars of my money, ahhemm,
"our" money at all the outlet stores in Freeport, at Saks 5th
Ave., at Bloomingdale's, at Hermes, you name it, each big-name
retailer had an outlet shop in Freeport, and my girls spent some
of my money in almost all of them. Which took two days of looking
and buying! That was okay, we were on vacation, and they didn't
go apeshit crazy, even though they knew I had money in the bank
and didn't care if they spent it. Just mostly shoes and handbags
and few tops and such.

  At night, we three made soft, easy love. Emily and I having
been therapy partners for two years plus during the day and
lovers by night knew each other much more well than Mary and I
did, but Mary was okay with that and understood, she and I having
known each other less than a month at that point. And every
night, Emee gave my Mary at least an hour or two of head, sucking
her bleeding cunt for all she was worth, Mary being surprised
about how much her period turned Emily on.

  In Johnstown, we found a little old leather shop with lots of
equestrian stuff including the nicest little thin leather buggy
whip you've ever seen. Mary asked if I'd buy it for her. I said
yes, but only if she wanted me to use it on her. She just
grinned. And use it for the rest of the trip we did, her rump
staying nicely lightly welted and red from our "workouts". We
knew she couldn't have welts on her rump during therapy with
patients, so we promised ourselves to quite using it on Friday.

  We made our way up the coast to Calais at the US/Canadian
border, then scooted over to St. Stephen's just across the line
just say I could say I had been to Canada.

  Making our way back down the coast on Saturday, sometimes
getting on I-95 to save time sometimes getting back on Old US 1
for the scenery, we saw a sign on US 1 that read "Booth Bay /
Historic Booth Bay Lighthouse / Next Left", so we took it and
were rewarded by a spectacular sight, a short (as compared to the
Cape Hatteras Lighthouse in North Carolina) but pretty lighthouse
at the end of a 1/4 mile long or long and narrow rocky peninsula.
At the end of it, at the base of the lighthouse, a couple of
families were picnicking. Mary and I looked at each other and
read each other's minds.

  "This is where I want to marry you, Miss Fiason-Hewitt."

  "This is where I want to marry you, Mr. Woods."

  "This is where I want the two of you to marry me!" Emily
quipped, only half-joking I believe.

  ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

  We spent the night in Ambrose Port about an hour away from
Rockport, arriving home around 8AM on Sunday morning. Making our
way first to the half-bath adjacent to the living room on the
first floor, we then went to the kitchen to find Peggy busily
fixing a large breakfast and our therapy model family seated at
the dining room table in the dining room off the main kitchen,
The Goulds, Mr. and Mrs. David and Janice Gould and their two
daughters Gail the oldest at 13 and "JB" the youngest at age 8.
Also seated was Master Skipper (yes, his real name!) LeRoy, our
8-year-old male therapy model.

  The Gould family all got up to give us three warm hugs and
polite introductions. Master Skipper also got up to hug us, but
seemed a little tense.

  "Mr. Woods" the father, David, began.

  "Eric, call me Eric, please; and this is my fiancee' and
therapy partner Mary, and my long-time previous partner and
associate Emily."

  "Eric, Emily, Mary, it's so good to be here; we've heard so
much about you, Mr. Woods"

  "Eric"

  "Eric, that we consider this to be such a genuine honor that
you've chosen us to be your therapy model family."

  "Actually, Dr. Chaim choose you for me, but I trust his
judgment implicitly."

  Looking a little puzzled and even taken back a little for a
moment, David, Mr. Gould continued "In any case, we're so
thrilled to be here. I know we'll serve you well in our
capacities. Like you, our primary concern is always the welfare
of your patients. I assume that you'd like to see me and Janice
in private and do a kinetic check?"

  "Yes, but we're starved, we just got back from our vacation,
and if I eat one more lobster roll I think I'm going to become a
freak-king lobster, but we haven't eaten breakfast yet,  and
Peggy here is proving herself to be a great cook among being
excellent at many other things" Peggy just taking a half-bow in
half-mocking-jest, we all politely laughing softly in response.

  Over breakfast, The Goulds told us about how they were
recruited to be a family of resident therapy bodyworking models.
About five years ago, Janice had a bout of severe vaginismus and
vulvadinia, a bout so severe that it threatened their marriage. A
homeopathic physician cured her vulvadinia, and for her
vaginismus recommended a psychiatrist friend of his whom he knew
had a bodyworking adjunct practice. It took six long months,
including use of both male and female therapy models in addition
to male and female therapists, for her to get over her reflexive
spasmodic vaginismus, but once she was cured, "she became a
totally new person" according to her husband Dave. At that point,
some weeks later, Janice approached her hubby about them offering
themselves as therapy models to the same practice that cured her.
Dave wasn't sure about it, but eventually consented. After a
couple of months on the payroll, they eventually approached the
practice about having their kids also become therapy models, too.
Their chief referring psychiatrist then sent the entire family to
a weekend "tryout" for lack of a better term, I as part of my
duties as a Senior Therapist normally doing several such
"tryouts" and "conditionings" of potential therapy models per
month, and to make a long story short, they "passed", and became
a resident family of therapy models at another larger practice in
the LA metro area.

  I told them a bit about me, but they already a lot, having been
given my short bio through the PBI system. With things happening
so crazy the past couple of weeks, their bios hadn't had a chance
to catch up with me. Hell, until I saw them in my dining room
just that morning, I wouldn't have known them if they'd bitten me
on my ankles. Doc does know how to choose well for me, he always
has.

  They had also seen Mary's very short bio, being impressed by
her two degrees from Yale as everyone else usually is too, and
had read Emily's as well, they asking her questions about her two
years as my therapy partner, especially concerning my use of
pre-adolescent therapy models used with pre-ad' patients, their
children not paying us adults much mind.

  "I know that you concentrate on pre-pubescent patients, and use
models of the same age range typically, Eric; do you think you'll
have many slots for Gail to participate in?" her mother asked.

  "I'm not sure, Janice, but considering how pretty and nicely
formed Gail is for her age, maybe Emily could use her some with
her predominately older male clientele base from time to time."

  "That would be nice of you, her, Eric."

  Breakfast finished up quietly as Peggy began moving dishes off
the table. It was a true godsend having her as our personal
assistant. I caught her in the kitchen and asked her if she had
ever done a kinetic response check of a therapy model before. She
replied in all her years with Dr. Mike, Dr. Mike had always been
too damn cheap to let her or any other therapist use a therapy
model, even when was clearly called for by Dr. Mike's own
diagnosis, and the patient would have paid for it. I told her
that Emily and I were going to do kinetic response checks on the
Goulds shortly, and I'd like for her to sit in and watch and
learn. She kissed me on the cheek to thank me.

  Up in a spare bedroom, we did the parents, David and Janice,
first. They had been through this before and I wasn't concerned
they'd show any negative reactions. Just routine for all us,
except for Mary and Peggy.

  Emily and I sat on the edge of the bed and had them strip
before us, Peggy and Mary watching the proceedings from the end
of the room as they sat in some old carved wingback chairs on
either side of the dresser. They each then did quarter and eighth
turns a couple of rotations, so we could clearly observe their
bodies, looking for anything that concerned on interested us They
then turned away from us, bent over, and spread their asscheeks
to each of us in turn. As they did, Emily and I slipped on latex
gloves. Not as a universal safe sex precaution, everyone present
being so thoroughly checked for all diseases that it was a moot
concern, but as a way of saving some time, saving clean-up time
as such. I examined Janice's anal cavity as she bent forward away
me, grabbing her knees as she stood, as Emee did the same to
David; then we switched. When you're a professional bodyworker or
therapy model that is used by them, there is no such thing as
homophobia by either gender.

  Having our models turn around, we stood before them and groped
them all over, from head literally to toe, watching to see even
the most minor tells on uncomfortability on their parts, tells
such as an involuntary muscle shake somewhere, a quick cough, an
unexpected giggle, things like that. Things which in a therapy
situation with a live patient could break the momentum of a
therapeutic action series and potentially hurt the recovery of
our patient. Things which can't be tolerated in a clinical sexual
therapy setting.

  After a full-body grope, they lay down on the bed. As I sucked
David hard, Emee gave Janice some head and then frigged her pussy
and then her asshole again with a lubed latex gloved hand, just
enough for both again to check reactions, then I rolled a condom
on my cock (again, primarily to save clean-up time), lubed it up
a bit, and having David draw his legs up some as he got on all
fours, entered his ass for just a few strokes. I could tell he
enjoyed everything for their own sakes. Then I had David do the
same to me, in the same sequence, as Janice reversed roles with
Emily, Emee and I both watching each other's respective partners
as well as our own for those tell-tale-tells.

  Then we switched. I gave Janice head, frigged her pussy and
ass, then fucked both, then had her give me head with her juices
still fresh on me. Emee gave David head, had him give her head,
had him fuck her pussy and ass and then pussy again (switching
condoms between times, of course), then suck her pussy once more,
then kissing him hard on the lips to share their juices. We then
had them do a couple of standard position fucks with each other.
No problems. They passed.

  "Peggy, Mary, would you like to do anything with them before
they get dressed? I asked, they shaking their heads "no".

  The girls, their daughters, were next. Every therapist does
kinetic body checks a little different with different models and
ages of models, and I'm no different.

  Having them strip, we did our full-body gropes, then had them
jump on the bed with us. With blood sisters especially, you need
to check their responses with and for each other, since they
might be used together in a given situation. I had the older one,
Gail, give her younger sibling, JB, some easy head, then had them
switch, then do a sixty-nine with each other, as best they could,
considering Gail was almost a full foot taller than her sister.
Emily took JayBee to one side of the bed and I took Gail to the
other. Emily had JB suck her tits, pussy, and then asshole as
well, JB seemingly relishing it all, then Emee did her in turn as
well. I had Gail suck me harder and then crawled on top of her,
trying to crowd "her space" as much as I could, getting my hot
breath in her face to honestly try to push her limits if she had
any a little. If she was in a therapy session and the therapist
had a male patient do the same to her, she had to be able to take
not just sexual but intimate closeness. Sucking her neck and then
her earlobe, she moaned slightly, not tensing up at all as we
fucked, her smallish but pert young breasts being flattened into
my chest by my weight atop her. She flipping to all fours, I
assfucked her just enough to make sure she was comfortable with a
grown man doing that to her. Then Emee and I switched partners.

  With Peggy and Mary watching intently from the foot of the
room, Emee put Gail through her paces, insisting Gail shove her
tongue up her ass for a bit, as JB (for "Joosteema Beulah", no
wonder everyone calls her "JB"!) and I did our thing. The main
thing with pre-pubescent female therapy models is to check for
oral, anal, and vaginal capacities regarding adult male organs.
She didn't have any trouble taking my cock to about 3" deep
insider her mouth, enough. Her vagina was surprisingly tight even
for her age, considering the number of adult male patients she
had been used with, I thought the barrel of it would have
reflexed open more by all her prior activity, but apparently not;
I couldn't get but a little more than half my length inside her,
no matter how much lube I used or what position I put her in. Her
anus, on the other hand, took my length to its fullness,
something not really surprising, since anal passages even in
young girls are usually long enough to be able to do that. She
almost purred as I slowly assfucked her.

  "Peggy, Mary, care to play with our models some?"

  I didn't have to ask. Both were already nude and standing
beside the bed before I looked down to the end of the room and
they weren't there, being beside us instead. Jumping on the bed
with us, they both began a freeplay time with the girls. Emee and
I backed off a little, watching. Mary in particular was
fascinated with JB. I knew Mary had been exposed therapeutically
to young girls during her training, so this wasn't anything new
for her. Mary's right hand and fingers slowly played with JB's
bare pussy, two fingers working inside her, Mary enjoying it as
much as JB was, as JB sucked on Mary's closest bare breast. Peggy
was going down on Gail in the meantime, Gail literally grabbing
the sheets clenching both fists tight from passion as Peggy did
her oral magic on her, Gail also clenching her teeth and trying
to keep from crying out in excess passion, clearly thinking this
was part of her kinetic check (it wasn't, it was freeplay) and
that she shouldn't show much if any response to Peggy's clearly
superior cunnilingus.

  "Go ahead and enjoy it, Gail, Peggy is that good, we all know
it" I stage whispered to her, Gail bursting out with an genuine
"aaarrrggghhhh!!!!"  as she came two or three times within
seconds of each other, Peggy smiling as her young minion went
limp underneath her.

  Master Skipper LeRoy was different, as are all pre-pubescent or
even post-adolescent male therapy models. I don't care what
anyone else tells you, I've been with hundreds of young boys as
therapy patients and many as therapy patients, and even if
they're seemingly completely comfortable in most situations, they
are -very- different from therapy model girls of the same age,
and you have to treat them different, kinetically check them
different.

  We had him do the usual stand and rotate for us, as was the
usual groping of him as he stood. Then Emee bade him up on the
bed, and I backed off for a few minutes. She sucked him, had him
give her head, had him play with her boobs as he wished, had him
play with her pussy as he wished, seemingly giving  -him- control
over a lot if not most of the situation. That's the difference.
With girls, an adult, male or female, can pretty much take and
assume control of the situation; in fact, if you don't, they
won't respond as needed to a kinetic check. But with young boys,
you must present at least the illusion of some choice and
control. Sucking his little cock until it reached its 3" to 4"
length, she lay flat and had him enter her, he clearly enjoying
that. Then, before he could have his pre-pub' come (yes, a child,
any child, regardless of age, can and often do have orgasms,
sometimes fluid-emitting, often not), nodded for me to come over.
I still hadn't read his bio fully so I had to wing it.

  "Hi, Skipper."

  "Hi Eric."

  "Have you been through a kinetic bodycheck before?"

  "Yeah, a couple of times."

  "Have you been with many adult males during therapy sessions?"
I continued as my hand lazily found his still erect cock as we
sat cross-legged on the bed from each other.

  "Uh, yeah; it's in my file; I don't know how many, but yeah,
lots."

  "Anything about being with a man that you don't like or are
afraid of?"

  "Aahhh, no, not really, not unless he has a really, really big
one, nope."

  "Let's begin, shall we?"

  First I lay back and had him masturbate me, to check on his
technique. Contrary to fantasy speculation, a lot of times with
an adult male patient or couple all that's required of a boy
therapy model is some sexual touching and usually a little oral
giving. His eight-year-old hands were practiced, and worked by
cock expertly. I just lay back for a moment and enjoyed it. Mary
slid beside me to watch the proceedings more closely, but didn't
interfere with my kinetic check of young Skipper.

  Then I had him suck me, which he did pretty well. Mary seemed
fascinated by this too, watching his smallish mouth take my
fairly large member as deeply as he could. Peggy having sat back
down at the foot of the bed also watched with interest.

  Nudging him off me, I lay beside him and took his member in my
mouth. Mary looked like she wanted to join me, but didn't,
knowing this was business with him, not personal. Personal could
and would come later. He responded well to my mouth,
appropriately. Then slipping a latex finger cot on his dick,  a
standard condom of course being way too big, I got on all four
and had him enter me for a couple of minutes, then he taking my
place and I entering him, his anus blossoming open well and easy
to the touch of my cock. Then it was over, but not before both
Mary and Peggy got a taste of his young cock, and both let him
play with their boobs and pussies some as he wished. Ah, what a
life, what life.

  +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

  I found the Goulds in their bedroom. They had chosen one for
themselves upstairs on the third floor where Peggy's and Emily's
was . That left only one spare bedroom free on the third floor.

  "The girls have chosen one across the hall from you. By your
file, we saw where you'd probably want JB as your primary model
and also a sleeping partner for you and Mary."

  "Is that okay with you folks?"

  "Of course it is, Eric; we are a 'model family', pardon the
pun" David replied "with their room right across the hall from
yours, JB can just dart over and see her sister as she likes,
they are very close as sisters."

  "Yes, that's obvious" Mary replied as we sat down in a couple
of old ladderback chairs near the vanity across from the bed in
their room as they sat on the edge of their bed.

  "How is Skipper related to you?"

  David shot me an unintended look that yelled "haven't you read
our damn files yet?!?"

  "He's not. He was assigned to us shortly after we became a
therapy model family, and has been with us ever since. He's an
orphan, doesn't have any living relatives at all. He's become
almost like a son to us. We've even talked about adopting him,
maybe sometime soon in the future. Oh, while we enjoy doing
recreational with our girls and often do so, Janice and I both
prefer Skipper, he's usually our sleeping partner. Of course,
anytime you and Mary wish him as a sleeping partner for
yourselves, we are all at your disposal, including Skipper."

  Yeah, like I didn't know that, but I didn't want to be rude or
call obvious dibs.

  "Oh, Mary and I will enjoy Skipper occasionally, but as you
know I prefer younger ladies as our third, though the longer I
stay as a therapist the more I've learned to enjoy young boys as
well."

  "As it should be" Janice replied with unusual thoughtfulness
and perspective.

  "Well, we don't mean to be rude, but we're just back from
vacation and have already had to start working on this Sunday,
and have got a ton of catching up to do before we all begin
tomorrow; Peggy usually let's everyone grab their own lunch, but
feel free to ask her if you'd like something special fixed; she's
her as your assistant as well as ours, and she gives the very
best head, by the way, to both sexes."

  "We found that out last week!" Janice smiled.

  "Mary and I will be in the study next to our bedroom if you
need us; we're looking forward to working with you; ciao!"

  +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++=

  We opened the door between our bedroom and the office next to
it, just in case anyone stuck their head in looking for us, and
began slogging through all the paperwork. Then I heard my
cellphone faintly beep. Damn! I had left it in the kitchen, and
just knew it was Doc calling. Racing to our brand-new courtesy of
Doc recently installed while we were on vacation small but
functional elevator, the damn thing was on the first floor and I
couldn't wait the sixty seconds for it to come up, I flew down
the stairs and grabbed the phone off the table. It was Doc, and I
had answered after over twenty or more rings.

  "I should scold you, Eric, I told you to keep the phone with
you at all times, but I won't; just do better, keep it closer to
you; busy now?"

  "Nope, just got through kinetically checking the Goulds and
Skipper."

  "Everything fine?"

  "Sure, they're excellent; you always do know exactly what I
need, Doc."

  "Couple of things, my boy. Have you been by the office yet, and
have you reviewed your patient files yet?"

  "No, and no."

  "You need to do both today, ASAP."

  "I know, I will."

  "I think you'll love your new office. Peggy, by the way, is
going to be your new office assistant there as well. The old
receptionist will still be there, but Peggy is to be your and
Mary's constant companion, constantly present assistant 24 hours
a day. You okay with that?"

  "Sure Doc. She's very nice, not at all what she seemed like the
first time we met her, not shy or reserved at all."

  "Feel free to use her as a therapist or therapy model too,
Eric, if you think you need to, though with the Goulds, with
Janice and the girls . . . "

  "I know. What about my patients?"

  "All but two of your regular ones will be able to make the
transfer up to Rockport. You'll see my notes to you in a letter
to you in the files I sent, and I've also sent you a copy of it
in email."

  "Email? Shit, Doc, I haven't checked my email in a week,
sorry!"

  "It's okay, I told you to go on that vacation, remember?"

  "What about Emily?"

  "Well, all that's in my notes to you too. As you know, she's
taking over the adult male section of the practice from Peggy and
from whats-her-name that left; please review her files closely
too, Eric; keep in mind she's been working with kids with you for
the past two years and even though she wants this transfer to the
adult male clientele, she'll need your support."

  "She's a close friend as well as colleague, Doc, you know I'll
be there for her."

  "I know. How's everything else, excited about this new life
you're creating for you and Mary?"

  "You know I am. Mary and I found the perfect spot to be
married, found where want to be married at, a lighthouse on a
spit of land up the coast; you -are- coming to my wedding, aren't
you, Doc?"

  "Eric. Eric."  he took several deep breaths then exhaled what
he wanted to say "you're like a son to me, more than you know. Of
course I'll be there."

  Stunned silence on my part. He called me his "son". Damn. I
knew he felt close to me, liked me, but damn, damn, damn, damn. I
took a few deep breaths of my own.

  "You're like a second Dad to me too, Doc. I feel closer to you
than I do my own Dad."

  "That probably because I fucked you in the ass during your
training literally under me, my boy!" Doc joked, we both laughing
from tension released.

  Then silence for a couple of moments before I broke it.

  "Well, I do have a long day, need to get to these files and go
see the new place. Talk to you soon!"

  My head was swimming from what Doc just told me, swimming in
nice ways. I still didn't know what to make of it. I took the
elevator back upstairs and grabbed the Jeep Cherokee keys and
pulled at Mary to come with me as I pressed the buttons on the
new intercom system to find out where Peggy was at, she being in
the basement fiddling with something with the boiler. "Meet me
downstairs in a couple of minutes, please" she asking but I not
telling her what I wanted. Hell,  -I-  didn't know what I wanted.

  Throwing her the keys, I told her I just wanted her to drive us
around Rockport some and show us some more of her neat places.

  She drove us around, she in the front seat me and my love in
the back, for about an hour, pointing out this place and that
place as a guide on a tour bus would. Then she stopped and asked
us to get out and follow her. The signs on this side street near
our house clearly said "No Parking" but she didn't care. She
almost skipped skipping steps ahead of us as she lead us into
what looked like a large vacant lot between two 1920's era old
tract houses, a vacant lot with a sturdy wrought iron fence
around it and several "No Trespassing" signs  wired to it, and an
old wrought iron park bench at the back of it. I didn't want to
get in trouble, but she replied with her now customary aplomb
that "she knew the owner, so we wouldn't get in trouble."

  The park bench at the back faced away from the road, and I
couldn't figure out why at first, not until we walked up to it,
at the  back edge of the empty lot, and saw the most spectacular
overview of Rockport possible, including a view to the right of
the marshy part of the small yacht basin that we had a view of
from our house. Truly spectacular view, if it was of downtown
mostly. Still, with the sea and marsh to the right and the hear
of the city to its left, a great view. Mary and I sat down on the
bench and cuddled close in the creeping fall chill (Jes', it does
get colder quicker in Maine than in North Carolina!), Peggy
sitting and cuddling close to me on my opposite side. I didn't
mind. Neither one pried and asked me what was wrong, why I just
wanted to get out and see the city a bit. Good thing, too,
because I wouldn't told them.

  "I just love this view!" I pronounce to no one in particular,
no one in particular answering me back, either. Just blissful,
peaceful, happy silence between my love of my life, me, and our
new friend. We soaked the view up for a good half hour before my
stomach rumbled loudly and broke the mood, both of my girls
laughing at me when it did.

  Back in the Jeep, Peg took us to a pizza place near the office
where acting as our assistant had set up an account that billed
the practice, one of several she had done so at  places near the
office, most of whom also delivered. Mary got a small garbage
pizza and Peg and I shared a large sausage and Canadian bacon
with extra cheese one. And the sweet tea was perfect, the best
iced tea I'd had outside of North Carolina. "C'mon, you two
procrastinators, time for your orientation!" Peggy sweetly
ordered as she hustled us out the door and to the Jeep, driving
us the few blocks over to our newly remodeled office.

  Fishing a badge on a strap from an envelope dug out from under
the front seat, she similarly gave us similar photo ID badges
like our old ones we used to have at the old place, standard ones
like all PBI-trained therapists are issued. The new ones read
"Dr. Josewic & Associates, Rockport, ME" and then our names and
titles. My title read "Practice Manager / Senior Therapist".
Cool.

  She also handed us the keys to the Jeep, showing us which other
key on the ring was for the front door, back door, emergency side
door exit, etc. After turning both keyed locks at the front door,
one had just ten seconds to flash their badge in front of an
optical card reader three paces to the left of the door, that or
all hell would break loose. She explained all the details about
the security system, which was as tight as the damn Pentagon.
Nice.

  ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

  The place itself I didn't recognize. A now much smaller waiting
area that had chairs and couches for about ten to twelve people,
but all new furniture, real solid wood stuff. The windows around
the building all had been replaced by taller, narrower ones with
triple pane glass, and I could clearly see the security wire
between the panes. And the windows had both vertical blinds and
real, new drapes made from thick imprinted fabric! Doc did have
good taste. The reception area was kind of between an "L" and "U"
shape, with two doors leading apparently to two different
corridors. "One side is for adults, and one side is for child
patients" Peggy explained as if she needed to, the basic design
being similar to our old one at the old Chatham Street place, the
thick glass window at the receptionist alcove being at a "L" to
be able to see both the front door and the reception area.

  Flashing her badge at another card reader at the left side
door, the door automatically opened. Down the hall the first room
was a framed but doorless playroom area for small children filled
with pre-age-8 or so toys  and then a smaller area within with a
door with a mostly glass front with a non-locking lock on it and
a TV, Ninetendo, Sony Playstation, computer, and many other
electronic toys for older kids inside, a place where they could
escape any noisy younger neighbors while waiting.  Across from
that was an open small break room area with a coin-less Coke
machine, a frig, a microwave, and a wire rack similar to what was
used in therapy room filled with all kinds of snacks. To the side
of the breakroom was a unisex bathroom with two toilets inside
stalls, a male urinal, two lavatories and a small shower. Across
from the eight foot wide or so hall next to the kids playroom was
a door marked "Private" with a card reader next to it. Peggy
flashed it and it opened Sesame.

  Inside, immediately to the right of that in a narrow foyer was
another door with another card reader, which lead to the
receptionist' desk and area, where all the old paper files were
also kept as well. A security monitor rotated images of three
views of the reception area, one image each of each hallway, and
then a series of images from angles outside the building, both
facing it and facing away from it. In the wake of 9/11 and the
feverance of the New Puritanism too, Doc wasn't taking any
chances. Back out in the tiny foyer, Peggy flashed the card
reader and the other woodstained unmarked door opened up, she
looking at Mary with a sheepish "I'm sorry, Hon', but you'll have
to wait out here."  I gave Peggy a very stern, almost angry look.

  "I'm; I'm sorry Eric, but you know the rules, you know what Doc
says; only you and your assistant are supposed to have access to
your office."

  I thought for a moment, calming down, before replying."

  "I like you a lot, Peggy, and you're great as my assistant, but
I'm in charge, and if I want my future wife to have access to my
private office, she  -will-  have access, or I will call Doc
right now; I'm in charge, not you, understand?" she looking
almost fearful as I motioned Mary to follow me in.

  Inside was pretty much what I expected. A nice desk, a nice
standard computer networked to the PBI system with a separate
card reader that allowed access to it, and a to the right of that
a bank of several color monitors that flashed all the images from
the security cameras that were also piped to the receptionist,
yes, but also another series of a small wall of monitors that
showed at least three rotating angles in each therapy room plus
the other treatment rooms plus full audio for each.

  "This, Mary, is what you weren't supposed to see, what is kept
secret from every therapist unless and until they're made a
manager, that as manager or senior therapist you can sit back in
your office and monitor every single thing that goes in every
single therapy room. It's for the legal protection of the
practice, yourself, PBI, and the whole of the bodywork politic. I
thought you have a right to know, as my wife. Peggy, Mary will
have access before tomorrow, or I will formally reprimand you;
understand?" she nodding her head yes. Then it also hit me; there
was no security measures at the house, so I asked Peg about the
lack of them, and she replied that there were going to be
installed hopefully next week, that until I came along such
security measure weren't needed, gently poking me in the ribs as
we made our way down the hall.

  Along the far wall, four therapy rooms, mine being directly
across from my office, each marked in turn "Therapy Room #1" and
then #2, etc.. My treatment room did have the small luxuries of a
full bathroom with full-sized tub and shower whereas the other
treatment rooms only had half-baths and small self-contained
kitchenetee area within the small "parlor" area as we liked to
call it where patients were counseled prior to going back to the
exam and then treatment areas, but other than those two items was
identical to the rest of them.

  A gap of wall space down the hall from my office, some
acoustical "privacy space" I assumed, then, in order, the
"wetroom" which consisted of what amounts to a large open
bathroom with stark white hospital-style tile floor to ceiling
literally and three commodes just out in the open next to each
other and a bidet along the same wall, plus two open showers with
multiple heads at different levels, a physical therapy hydro tub
beside them, and a large tiled alcove space with different height
seats built in to the sides and a couple of garden hoses and
small fire hoses inside of cabinets to the side-front of the
space; then the BDSM room, kind of small and not many
accouterments such as whips and canes and paddles and such and no
St. Andrew's Cross, just a couple of paddling benches plus a
tilting rack and some large iron eyes and hooks bolted in various
places into the walls and ceilings;  then the "group room", a
large open airy space with a large skylight letting in sunlight
from the flat roof above and lots of pillows with stain-proof
covers and what we funnily called "fuckmats" something akin to
foam-filled vinyl-covered exercise mats piled atop one another
all over the floor, also a 60" TV with VCR and DVD and nice
stereo  beside it and another small self-contained kitchenette
along one wall, the "group room" being used for what it sounds
like, i.e. women's masturbation classes,  large group therapy
sessions, things like that. Then I noticed a rack of built-in and
freestanding medical instruments discretely hidden behind some
folding screens, and along the top of the ten-foot high walls
some seamless rolling-up-down backdrops like photographers use.
Doc had designed the room for triple-duty as the group,
photography, and telemetry room . Smart.

  At the end of the hall, a cardless double door lead to the
storage area where the usual racks of towels, linens, gowns,
gloves, Kotex, Tampax, Always, bottles of lube, boxes of condoms
and enemas and douches and their ilk were stored. Walking past
another set of double doors with crash bars and "Emergency Exit
Only" warnings on it  middle way of the back side of the back
wall, Peggy explaining that while Doc somehow had rushed all this
through Rockport City Inspections without a real set of approved
plans, that fire marshall had insisted on taking the card readers
off the doors to the storage room and cutting in this emergency
door or he wouldn't give Dr. Mike/Doc Chaim their/our occupancy
permit to open so quickly in time. Another cardless door on the
opposite side lead to the other hall, where the adult therapist
rooms were, all along the outside of the hall next to exterior
wall, a couple of small rooms for the janitor and some of the
HVAC equipment and a telephone and communications closet being
the only doors along the inside hall, then back out to the
waiting room. Nice, very nice.

  ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

  "Pleased, Boss?" Peggy shot at me with that "boss" shit as a
non-insult insult.

  "Yes, Peggy, Boss is pleased" I murmured as I pulled Mary to me
and we walked the few steps out the door to the street and to the
Jeep and home. It was almost three o'clock and I still hadn't
cracked my files.

  The damn cell phone beeped me. Thank God I remembered to take
it with me. Of course it was Doc.

  "Eric, have you looked over your schedule yet?"

  "No, Doc, Peggy and Mary and I went out for a while, got some
pizza, Peg got us orientated to the new office, thanks again for
everything by the way I really love it, and we are just now
leaving to go home."

  "Well, I'm glad you liked it, I thought you would. Anyway, I
have solid booked for next week, solid from 8 to 5, existing
patients only, next week you can start setting your own schedules
again, but I have a favor to ask of you."

  "Uh-hu?" I lazily replied.

  "I have an emergency case I need you to squeeze in for me, if
you think you can. If you say yes, I'll fly them in tonight. Oh,
this in the briefings you haven't read yet, all patients unless
otherwise we notify you by the main office will be staying the
Parkstone downtown, which is normally only a five minute drive
from the office, and the hotel shuttle will normally be able to
bring them and pick them back up, just letting you know."

  "Thanks for telling me. Sure, you know I'll be glad to squeeze
your patient in. By the way, just letting you know, I'm ordering
Peggy to give Mary card access to my inner office at the new
office. Got a problem with that?" like I gave a shit whether he
did or not.

  Dead silence save cellphone crackling a bit from the encryption
chip for a minute then "I guess not, but she is to be the only
exception."

  "I told Emily about the room monitoring and showed her all the
stuff years ago."

  I could hear the steam coming from his eyes into his cellphone.
Dads and sons do disagree at times, even in the best of times.
"Okay, whatever, but outside of your therapy partners and
personal assistants, you keep your mouth shut about the room
monitoring!" he fussed.

  "Sure, no problem, Doc. What's the deal with Peggy anyway? I
like her and all, but obviously you have more in mind for her
than you've told me. She's obviously been cleared to have access
to everything. What's the deal with her?" I asked Doc in the open
Jeep where she and Mary  both could clearly hear me ask the
question.

  "She's to be your personal, -personal- assistant, Eric; again,
that's in the briefing folder that's waiting for you at home. She
is to have access to all but the most confidential data of yours.
And she is to be with you and Mary basically 24 hours a day, to
serve your every need. We cleared her while you were gone. She'll
serve you well. She's yours and Mary's for life, as long as you
wish to have her. Call her an early wedding present. Enjoy her!"

  Damn, My, our own personal slave, and one would that gave
incredible head at that.

  "Guess what, my fiancée' Dear? Doc says Peggy here is to be our
personal servant, no, voluntary slave for life, as long as we
want to keep her" I kinda smirked as I closed the cover of the
flip-phone.

  I swear Mary shot me a look that screamed "what the fuck are
you talking about? You've got to be fucking crazy!"

  "It's true, Mary. While you were on vacation, Doc recruited me,
asked me to serve Eric and you for the rest of your lives, if
you'll have me. Regardless, I'm to be Eric's personal assistant
for as long as he's here, that and run the household for you and
the other therapists. All you have to do is say 'yes', and I'm
yours and Eric's for life, to do with as you wish, to help you as
you need, to be your true personal servant and slave. Whaddya
say, huh?" she chirped as she made eye contact with us from the
rearview mirror, grinning like the proverbial possum that's eaten
one too many dead vultures. No wonder she had been so damned
happy. Evidently this is what she had always wanted. Four years
as a bodyworker had taught me how to read people like a book most
of the time.

  Mary and I looked deep into each other's eyes for a moment,
then smiled when it hit us that this was for real.

  "Sure, you're on, Peggy, as of now you're our servant for
life."

  "Your slave, Eric, your slave. It's okay to say the word; it's
what I've wanted all of my life, to be slave to my one true
Master, and you're it!"

  "Okay, slave, first thing, go tell the Goulds that Gail can't
have the bedroom across from ours. I want you in that bedroom,
move your things in this afternoon. Put Gail in any other room."

  "Yes Master. Anything else?"

  "Mary?" I chirped.

  "Do that first, s-l-a-v-e" Mary dragging the word out for a bit
of bit of humor "then come see me; you have more of your
delicious head to give me."

  "Yes, Mistress."

  "This is going to be a blast, My Husband, an absolute blast!"

  +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++


  Emily had her head buried in Marnie's and Peggy's old patient
files. Marnie was long gone, and Peggy wouldn't be needing them
anymore. Knowing Emily, I knew that she would be happier with an
adult male clientele. Against everything in her file, against all
her personality trait tests and such, and even against Doc's
wishes, I had selfishly made her my therapy partner those years
ago simply because she was one of the most stunningly physically
perfect females I'd ever run across, and simply wanted to fuck
her night and day. While more bi than straight by nature, Emee
did love men, I knew she loved me, and knew she'd be happier
doing suck-and-fuck therapy regimens with adult guys than having
to mind-blank at times and just do her job with kids because it
was expected of her and not because it's what she personally
would have chosen for herself. With her beauty and personality, I
knew from experience that since her client calendar was already
full it would just be a matter of time before we'd have to get
another female therapist to handle Emily's overload.

  Smiling at her and she back at me, I went over and kissed her
full on the lips, she hugging my neck as her papers dropped off
her lap.

  "What was that for?" she asked with wide eyes.

  "Because I love you so much, my dearest friend."

  "I love you too" looking at Mary with a question mark above her
head and then speaking to her as she broke her embrace of me
"everything all right with you two?" she even more quizzically
inquired.

  "Oh yeah, Emee, everything's beyond perfect. Meet our new
slave-for-life, Miss Peggy."

  "Hu?" was Emee all could cough up.

  "Well tell you later. We're going to head upstairs and get to
work; if you need us, yell."

  Peggy brought our case files, schedule, and other stuff from
Doc up with us, just grinning like she had a mouth full of barbed
wire as the elevator eased its way up. Mary pinched Peg's  nipple
through her blouse just for fun, Peggy beaming even more.

  We sitting on the bed to spread all the dossiers and case files
and such out, Peggy excused herself to go tell the Goulds that
she was moving into Gail's room. I didn't expect a problem, but
David soon appeared at my bedroom door, asking what was going on.
I told him that Peggy was moving in across the hall, taking
Gail's room. He asked why twice more. He didn't need an answer.
He was my employee. I told him anyway.

  "Because Peggy is our slave, and a slave should sleep near her
Master and Mistress" Dave's expression changing to one of mild
embarrassment, he excusing himself.

  As Dave and Janice helped their daughter move her stuff to a
the last spare bedroom on the 3rd floor, Gail stuck her head in
and asked if she could ask a favor of me. I told her sure. She
asked that since Peggy was moving into her old room, could they
turn Peg's old room into kind of a third floor small living room?
Would I buy them a nice TV and stereo for it if I said yes? I
said "of course" to all of it, and just tell Peggy what she
wanted TV and all wise, and it would be done, she coming over the
kiss me on the cheek and hug my neck a little in thanks.

  "That girl wants to do some 'recreational' with you, don't you
know, Hon'?" my Mary asked as her eyes didn't leave  the papers
in front of her, speaking in the slang of a grizzled old
bodyworking veteran.

  "Yeah, I know. I, eerrr, we will, soon, my love."


  The files on the Goulds were interesting. Both Dave and Janice
were victims of childhood sexual abuse. Nothing out of the
ordinary there. But they were also half brother and half sister,
same mother different fathers, Dave having gotten a forged ID
when he was 21 or so, just so he could "legally" in quotes marry
his half-sister Janice. You don't see that every day, grant you.

  Gail and JB were both their full blood kids, and neither child
had any abnormalities because of their parents' close genetics.
Dave had gotten a vasectomy and Janice had her tubes tied both
after JB, though, because with two perfect children to their
credit they didn't want to take any chance. Dave was also a
former defense department contract engineer assigned to
Lockheed's skunk works plant for years as an inspector of
classified projects, and it was after he was laid off that the
thing with Janice happened and they decided to become a family of
therapy models.

  Their psychological profiles were interesting. Both showed
strong personalities and high intelligence but submissive streaks
a proverbial mile wide. Then it hit me. Of course, by nature a
therapy models have to be extremely submissive by nature. I'd
been working with them for four years and that realization just
then hit me, I guess because of what just happened with Peggy. I
know that skull of mine can be kinda dense at times.

  The "emergency work-in" case that Doc wanted me to take was
nothing unusual. I hate to say it that way, but a lot of my cases
are similar to it. A twelve-year-old boy had been kidnapped and
brutalized for a week by a psycho before the psycho was caught
and killed and the boy rescued. The rescue happened just two
weeks ago. Doc had been consulted for the evaluation, he being
one of the nation's leading recognized public experts in this
sort of thing (if the public only knew the rest of his story,
wouldn't they be surprised!), and Doc knew that the sooner
therapy could start, the better for him, the patient. Mary and I
would get to him the next day ASAP, that next afternoon.

  More boring stuff about Dr. Mike and the history of the
practice, Dr. Mike not having a clue on what to do with
bodyworkers and how to use them as a component arm of a
triad-therapy regimen (talking therapy, drug therapy, body
contact therapy) for sex cases, and then the usual dossier copies
of potential patients I could pick to work with in the near to
medium term futures, once openings occurred in my calendar (I and
only two other true senior-level therapists in other practices in
different states basically have free reign to pick and choose our
patients, and we each have our different strengths and weaknesses
and we know them, that's we each have high "cure" rates), and
that was it.

  Peggy stuck her head in the door with an "all done Master, care
to inspect?"

  All she had done was move what little bit of personal stuff in
she owned, not much at all, but I made my the five feet across
the hall and looked in, nodding my approval.

  "Master approves?" I couldn't take it much longer.

  "Peggy, I love you Dear, and I am your Master, but please, no,
let me make this an order, except during power exchange times
and/or the closed door privacy of our bedroom, you are to call me
'Eric' not 'Master', is that understood?"

  "Yes, Maaa, yes Eric."

  "Now go see Mary. I think you have some head to give her that
she wanted."

  "Yes, Maa, yes Eric."

  Downstairs on the couch Emily had finished with her work and
was watching the Browns beat the Patriots on TV. She did like
football and most sports.

  "Hi Emm"

  "Hi Eric" she replied without looking up at me as I plopped
down beside her. Two years of screwing her on a daily basis in
every conceivable situation and I was still attracted to her. I
loved her, was -in- love with Mary, but make no mistake, unless
we all somehow became Seventh Day Adventists, I'd be balling Emee
until I was too old to do so.

  "You know we have a whole family of therapy models if we want
to pick and choose a couple and have some 'recreationals' with
them."

  "I know. I'm just; I don't know; tired, I guess."

  "What's the problem, Emily? You can you can tell me."

  Silence. Even more silence for a good five minutes as watched
the Browns win on a field goal with less then two minutes to go
in the game. Then she spake: "I love you, Eric. Peggy came down a
while ago that she was now your and Mary's slave for life. Oh
Eric, you gonna think I'm a silly female for saying this, but
that's what I wanted, to be your slave. Well, not your
slave-slave, but to be with you for the rest of our lives. Not
even as your wife, just your woman, your friend. Why do you I
think I took a huge salary cut and chose an uncertain future,
because Maine's so damn pretty? No, Eric, it's because I love,
have loved you since the day I met you, and while I knew you'd
never ask me to marry you, I was hoping we could be and stay more
than fuckbuddies, know what I mean, Pal?"

  A tear ran down my cheek without me meaning it to you. Then a
couple more. Then a couple more. I quietly sobbed into the nape
of her neck as we held each other close.

  "I never knew you felt that way about me, Emee, never, I
swear."

  "I know" she shot back with on-target but not angry sarcasm
"you are a guy, and guys are so fucking clueless, and you're no
exception. You are a guy, a real guy, that's why I love you so
much like I do."

  I sucked it up enough quit my crying and look her in the eye.
Then, for the first time ever, I kissed her, not as a fuckbuddy
as she put it, but as her lover. We kissed passionately, our
tongues working furiously, until the moment seemed right.

  "I wasn't kidding about marrying you and Mary, Eric."

  "I know that now."

  "I'd eat your and Mary's shit for the next lifetime if it meant
I could be close, close to you like I want to be, like we just
were then."

  "That won't be necessary. You will be forever too, I swear to
you"

  She looked at me with love in her eyes, real love.

  "Hhhmmm?" as all she muster.

  "Mary's the love of my life, I don't how to explain it, or even
if I can. I am -IN- love with her so much. But I know now I'm
-in- love with you too, My Love. I'm befuddled right now. I do
know that I don't have to choose, so I won't. Mary won't care if
you marry us, she'll think it's a goof, but I'll tell her flat
out that it's not, that you and I are serious. As long as you're
content with Mary being wife number one, then my love, will you
marry me, marry Mary and myself, be my, be our wife number two?"

  "Of course, my husband, of course."

  We kissed passionately for another five minutes before Peggy
bopped down the stairs with a "hey, can I join in?"

  "Maybe later, Peggy" I replied "by the way, Emily here is going
to be Wife #2, so you're going to have to be her slave as well."

  "Oh, Eric my Masss, my Eric, the way you two have been making
goo-goo eyes at each other ever since I first saw you together,
and the way you and her made love when we all did, shoot, I knew
this was coming before you did. Sure, Emily, my Mistress #2, your
slave Peggy is here to serve you too.

  "Then get over here and give some of that incredible head of
yours!" Emee gleed.

  "Yes, Mis, yes Emily."

  What an incredible past thirty-six hours. What and incredible
past thirty-six days. What an incredible past thirty-six months.
If things got any better today, I'd have though this was a dream.
Seeing Peggy eagerly lapping at my soon-to-be Wife #2's cunt and
asshole as I paternally patted Peggy on the head as she did
reminded me that this was no dream, it was my reality, and a damn
good one at that. But tomorrow was a work day and would be a long
one at that. Had to pay for all this good fortune somehow, and my
therapy practice was how. Work is work. And love is love. Had to
go tell my Love And Wife #1 about how Emee and I truly felt about
each other, and that while she and I would be the ones with the
legal marriage certificate, Emily would be wife to both of us in
every way but legally. I just hope she would take it well.

  ++++++++++++++++++++++

  "Sure, Silly Husband, I knew you two were in love from the
moment I saw you two together at the old place on Chatham Street
that first visit. You're not telling me a thing I didn't know."

  "But; but how could you know when I didn't, not until just an
hour ago?"

  "Because you're a man, silly, and men are totally clueless,
that's how."

  "Yes, I've heard that before."

  "Probably more than once" she getting a tiny bit of slightly
sarcastic lick in, that was okay, she deserved to "we women just
know these things, especially when it concerns how our man feels
about other women. I'm beyond okay with it, really, My Husband. I
know you love me more than Emily, more than your own life itself,
and please know that I do love you and am in love you with as
much if not more than you're in love with me" she continued as
she slid her dossier papers off the bed  and scooted close to me
as I sat on the edge of it near her "I am right on that, aren't
I, Eric?"

  "Of course My Love, I love you more than my life itself."

  "The fact the you and Emily are in love too doesn't change how
you and I feel about each other. You are to be my legal husband
for the rest of my life, Eric Woods, and that's all I care about.
It's you, silly."

  We just hugged each other close and gently kissed for a while.

  "You are the perfect woman for me, Miss Faison-Hewitt"

  "And you are the perfect man for me, Mr. Woods. Marry me."

  "When?"

  "This Thanksgiving."

  "Still out at lighthouse we found? You know we'll freeze our
taa-taas off in the middle of a Maine winter there."

  "I don't care."

  "Neither do I."

  More hugs and smooches and kisses. Passions rose.

  "I bet my husband right now is thinking about fucking not just
me, but probably about also including one or two therapy models
in our play, too."

  "Hu?, How? How did you know?"

  "Because you're my husband, and I know you because I know
myself. Who do you want me to go get for us? JB? Gail? Both?"

  She was right of course, that's who I was thinking about
calling for a recreational, but dammit, Wife #1 or not, I didn't
want her to be smug in knowing me as well as she apparently did.

  "You're half-right; Gail, yes, but also Janice; I do love
mother-daughter scenes."

  "Yes, I know you do. I've read your complete files, remember?"
she just grinned back at me.

  Janice and Mary "prepped" Gail for me, making love in a lesbian
threesome as I watched and gently masturbated myself for a
moment. Wait. I had a house full of therapy models to do anything
I wished. I called Skipper in and had him masturbate me as he and
I both watched the girls, all of us on my bed, both of us
interested but not extremely turned on.  They continued making
love to each other for a while, then stopped for a moment.

  "What's wrong?"

  "Oh nothing's wrong, Eric, Gail's just started her period and I
need to go get a towel and a Tampax, that's all" my Mary replied.

  Janice made a show of inserting the Tampax in her daughter,
teasing her with it like it was a small dildo before finally
working the applicator in and then pulling out and flipping the
cardboard tube over her shoulder against the back wall before
diving down on her daughter's muff. That made me hotter, and Mary
could tell.

  "Would Husband like to fuck Gail while she's wearing a tampon,
Hhhhmmm?"

  "Yes, Husband would."

  "Then wife suggests he do so."

  I eased my way atop Gail like I had done earlier as Mary and
Janice worked at and played with getting my cock in.

  "Ever done it with a tampon in, Gail?" I had to ask, she
nodding "no" "it's no biggie, it just feels fuller to you, that's
all, just relax and enjoy; I know you're small, I'll take it
easy."

  She relaxed more under me as I held her close and made slow,
soft, easy love to her. God, she felt so good under me. Mary was
sucking one of her breasts and her Mom the other as I fucked her.
Skipper just watched with plainface the proceedings before him.

  "Honey, I know you've done this bunches of times before, but
just think about it: you're fucking a beautiful and sexy
13-year-old girl who's just started her period and has a tampon
inside her; her blood is on your cock, and your wife is getting
ready to lick her husband's lover's menstrual blood off of her
husband's cock; just think about that, My Love."

  I did, and had to do everything I could to keep from having a
Screaming-Jesus orgasm right then which would have killed even
-my-  erection for a good hour. God, Mary so far beyond perfect
for me.

  I couldn't help myself. The combination of Gail, her Mom, Mary
and more importantly Mary's words to me did me in a few minutes
later, I coming one of the biggest orgasms I'd had in some time.

  As Mary licked Gail's period blood off my cock, Janice went
into a sixty-nine with her daughter right besides us, my cock
protesting it wanted to get back up and rejoin the action but my
mental libido telling it to wait a short while.

  "Thank you, my perfect wife, thank you!" I whispered to her as
we kissed, her tongue slipping me some of Gail's womanly red
essence between my lips.

  "You're welcome, my husband, you're welcome!"

  That night Emily came to my, no, our bed, never to leave or be
anywhere but near me ever again. And from that moment on no
pre-pubescent young thing would ever spend the entire night in my
marriage bed ever again with us,  except as comfort from the
frightening storms of the world outside.

  +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

  The first moment of the first day of the rest of our personal
and professional lives started off eventfully, as you might guess
it would. I awoke to an erotic dream of having my cock sucked
wonderfully, only to find a naked Peggy strode atop me  her mouth
and wonderful tongue giving me a 6AM wake-up call that I hadn't
asked for, wanting to get up no earlier than 7-ish.  But she was
-so-  sweet.

  "Time for my Master to rise and shine" I shooting her look of
mild disapproval of the term "Master" but she shrugging her
shoulders like she didn't care, mumbling something about that I
had told her she could address me as "Master" in my bedroom "you
gonna get your wives up, or do you want me to?"

  "You may have the honors, my Peggy; I got to go pee and take a
shower anyway."

  That was the one sucky thing about the second and third floors;
with all the therapists and others that were supposed to reside
there, there was only one full bathroom on the second and third
floors respectively and no half baths, and only a half bath off
near the kitchen on the first floor. I made a mental note to get
Peggy to get a plumber out and see about putting in at least one
more half bath on floors numbers two and three, I really wanted
my own full master bath off the bedroom but knew there wasn't
room, shoot we barely had even a tad of closet space for our
combined stuff. The Gould family of therapy models upstairs at
minimum needed another half bath, even if there wasn't room on
any lower floors for more.

  The hot water pulsating from the Shower Massage felt good to my
slightly tense and aching shoulders. My mind wandered a bit
before being refocused by the loves of my life, yelling at me
simultaneously to hurry up and "not take all the hot water,
either". Hadn't even had the public ceremony yet and already it
was beginning to feel like we all were really married. Damn,
that's another thing I'm sure was needed, might as well have the
plumber go ahead and install new hot large water heaters on each
floor, lots of hot water would be used from now on for sure.
Details, fucking details. It's my job.

  It was 6:30AM by the time I took the elevator down to the tiny
in-cut alcove off the main hall between the living room and
dining room and kitchen. Peggy was dressed in a robe ("you don't
fry bacon naked, Silly Master!" she protested when I commented on
it) and busily fixing breakfast for all. Skipper and the girls
made their way down shortly after that, the knowing where the
cereals and such were, not bothering Peggy by asking.

  "You gonna need me today, Mr. Eric?" JB asked with innocent
smile.

  "Uh-hu; you'll be with me and Mary most days most of the time
from now on, Sweetie; you and Skipper a lot of times."

  "What about me, Eric?" Gail asked.

  "You'll probably be participating in therapy oh, three or four
times per week, Darling; if you'd like to do more, I'll ask Emily
if she could use you some with her adult male clients."

  "That'd be nice, thanks."

  "How'ya feeling this morning?" she naked except for panties
holding a pad in place.

  "Oh, crampy a little, I usually am the first couple of days,
I'll be fine; can you and I be together later? Sex usually helps
them."

  "We'll see. If not, remember, Peggy gives great head, and all
you have to do is ask" Gail surprising me by blushing just a
little.

  The wives came down a few minutes before seven already dressed
and ready to go, papers in leather portfolios and in hand. David
and Janice followed shortly behind, right at seven, they
evidently being the last to have access to the bathroom and the
shower, being dressed as well.

  "I am going to have Peggy send a plumber out today to see about
installing at least one more half bath per floor;"

  "Yeah!" came a universal response from almost everyone milling
around the small breakfast nook table in the kitchen.

  Emily handed David, the father of the Gould brood, a simple
box-like weekly calendar showing what days and times Mary and I
would need JB and others and also who and when she anticipated
needing for the week. The point of doing this was so that David
and Janice could coordinate home-schooling of their daughters and
of Skipper too. This was the only practical way of handling this
difficult but necessary task. Hell, I had been given everything I
asked for up till now and thought about asking Doc for a tutor
for them, shoot a virtual one-room school house had been planned
for the new place down in Raleigh to handle all the school-age
therapy models that would be in residence there, but then thought
better of it, considering how light the therapy model workload
for the parents would be, at least for the immediate future. If
Dave and Janice started to be used more in therapy, then I'd see
about getting the kids an in-home tutor so their school work
wouldn't be interrupted.  I do get paid to manage the bodywork
practice from a financial point of view as well as help heal my
patients.

  We moved to the dining room for more room as Peggy set
everything out and we wolfed it all down, knowing that our first
patients would be arriving within the hour, me and the kids
running back up stairs to quickly get dressed.

  Emee, Mary and I and JB and Peggy taking the Jeep over to the
office, parking in the ample but claustrophobic parking lot
behind it, we found an anxious and irritated Joyce the
receptionist taping her foot with impatience, waiting for us to
let her in. As good and detail oriented as Peggy was, she had
forgotten to take Joyce's new employee card and new door keys by
to her over the weekend, but considering the whirlwind we all had
been through recently I had to give her that one. Only five
minutes before eight AM, five minutes before our first patient, a
male patient for Emily, was due to arrive and we still hadn't
even gotten inside. As we opened the door and Peggy slapped her
card on the card reader to the side of  the inside wall to
deactivate the alarm system, an older model Cadillac with an
older gentleman pulled up to an on-street parking spot in front
of the building. Emily's, our, first patient. Our new lives
starting.

  Back in my office, I looked over the printout in the printer
hopper from the monitoring systems for the past 24 hours, showing
every alarm code, every door opening, every access of every file
on every local and networked disk, basically every ant that moved
within the walls and within the outside perimeter, the system
picked up on and logged it and spit it out to me each morning.
Nothing unusual.

  +++++++++++++++++++++++++++

  Our first patient, a young girl I had been treating for three
weeks on an intensive basis, was due to arrive at 8:30. Mary
wasn't saying much, was nervous but I remember how nervous if not
downright scared I had been for my first patient for my first
day. And just like Connie had done to and for me and every
manager or senior therapist does for every newbie's first case,
fiancée' or not, I had chosen a patient who would test the limits
of my love's temper, patience, commitment to the principles of
polykinetic bodywork practice, and absorption of practices and
principles during her training at the main complex in Roslyn.

  Chi-Chi was a precious and downright darling ten-year-old. A
10-year-old who had been brutally abused by her mother for years,
sexually and other ways too, as is so often the case. Eyes that
could melt the hardest of hearts, combined with a past that was
more like a chamber of horrors than a childhood. As grim as her
life had been, as much as I hate to admit it, a lot of our
patients had been through worse. That's why we're here, to treat
them, to help them get better.

  "Mr. Woods, your first patient is here" Joyce buzzed on the
phone-intercom.

  "Ready, my love?"

  "Ready as I'll ever be, Boss" she teasing me with that
boss-shit again like Peggy did the other day.

  "Have her come to the dayroom; we'll be there shortly to get
her"  I buzzed Joyce back.

  Her female court-appointed guardian and foster mom, a rather
large but nice black lady even though Chi-Chi was Caucasian, gave
me a polite hug as Mary and I entered the room to retrieve our
charge.

  "I see you made the trip up from North Carolina okay" I
bantered.

  "Yeah, and the Parkstone is a much nicer hotel than the
Crabtree Hilton, let me tell you, and a lot close drive to the
office, hallelujah!"  she smiled and we all laughed.

  "Get you whatever you want from the breakroom, Joyce brought
donuts though they're not Krispy Kreme, and we'll bring her out
in about an hour and half."

  "See you then, Darling" Nadia giving her foster daughter a kiss
on the cheek as she left.

  I knew this was going to rough on Mary, but just so many other
things about bodyworking, it's been tried and found true enough
to where everyone has to go through it.

  I had Mary POP (do the "Principle Of Possession" ritual as
described in earlier chapters) her first, then I, then we eased
in to the treatment room from the exam room.

  "Where's Emily?" Chi-Chi meekly asked.

  "Emily's here, she just had other patients to see today; Mary's
going to be my new therapist partner from now on."

  "Hi Chi-Chi, how you doin' ?" Mary asked smiling at she touched
her on the shoulder as we all stood naked near the bed but Chi'
looked away from her, Mary looking back at me with concern, I
shaking my head "no", silently telling her to get on with the
prescription, with the Rx, it's the only way to help heal her. I
put an X-rated lesbian DVD in and let in begin its whine as I
motioned for Chi' to get on the bed with us.

  Leaning back against the wall, holding her close to me in my
arms, my nose nuzzled her as my arms wrapped around her,
murmuring "Chi', you know we gotta do this, and why."

  "I know, Mr. Eric, I just wish Emily was here, she was nice."

  "Tell you what. If you don't think Mary's every bit as nice by
the end of the session, next time I'll have Emily here instead,
how's that? Deal?"

  "Deal! she smiled back at me as my hands lazily rubbed the nubs
of her tiny tits.

Time for truth about Mary. "Let's begin, shall we, then?"

  Chi-Chi knew the script, having been through it several times
with Emm and I, but it was Mary's first time. Having her stand
before her near the edge of the bed, Mary open-palm slapped Chi'
with a scripted "bad girl! I thought I told you not to go to that
boy's house! Bad girl!" followed by another slap from her other
hand. Then a flurry of slaps to her face and chest as Chi' tried
to cover her face with her arms and hands but to no avail, Mary
striking firm blows upon her as she let out a string of scripted
obscenities that would make proverbial sailor blush.

  "Fucking little whore, I thought I told you to stay away from
that boy!" seeee-laappp!!!

  "GD tramp, how dare you wear that skimpy top in public!"
another hard slap.

  "Little cunt, I ought to whip your ass right now, I told you to
clean those dishes yesterday, little fucking cunt whore!" Mary
raining down more scripted slaps and profanities upon her first
patient as Chi-Chi hit the floor with a genuineness of wanting to
get away from the physical "punishment" she knew was a necessary
part of therapy but still the slaps and words hurt and she wanted
to get really get away, but Mary pulled her up on to the bed and
across her lap and began flaying away with her bare hand on Chi's
bare bottom, the hurtful words also still coming per Rx. I
studied Mary's eyes. She wasn't repulsed by what she was doing,
neither was she turned-on. Good. Professional detachment. Just
what needed to be seen.

  Her spanking of her patient continued for another ten or
fifteen minutes before Mary's hand and arms finally wore down
some.

  "Eat my cunt, you little whore!"

  As Mary leaned back, she pulled Chi-Chi by her hair into
between her legs and onto her cunt, Chi' starting her lapping of
her cunt and clit. They both seemingly relaxed after a few
minutes of this, but the prescription called for at least
forty-five minutes of this roll play. I taped Mary on the
shoulder to remind her.

  "Fucking little bitch, get up and let me eat your pussy, my
littlest whore!"

  Mary started slapping at Chi-Chi's breast buds as she ate her.
Good, Keeping the tension up. She slapped them hard enough to
leave finger marks. Down below, her eating of her continued at a
steady but driving pace. Then, unscripted, Mary took her right
hand and began pinching Chi's open pussy, making her almost
scream, keeping the tension level high still. Perfect. A few
minutes of that, and then the clock showed nine-fifteen. Time to
wind down and have some fun.

  Mary didn't apologize to her patient as she got off of her,
something I expected her to do and was prepared to reprimand her
for if she did. This was therapy, not real-life, and was for
Chi-Chi's long-term benefit. Instead, she hugged her close to her
as we lay on the bed together, with a "you were the perfect
patient today, you know that? And you do give great head,
Chi-Chi. Want to give your new therapist some more? She'd enjoy
it!"

  Perfect. Beyond perfect. Like she had been doing this for
years. One of the guiding principles of being a bodyworker is
that unless the Rx specifically prohibits a certain kind of
sexual contact between therapist and patient, not only is it
permissible for the therapist to release their own sexual tension
with their patient, but it's stated in "The Manual" that you're
expected to do so. To do anything less would create huge amounts
of stress in the therapist, and lead to early career burnout as
in months not years. And doing so has been shown time and again
to be beneficial to the patient as well, because it creates an
atmosphere of trust and bonding between the two, something that
is used in future therapy sessions to help heal. And of course
it's understood that the patient can also ask their therapist for
any kind of sexual contact, and again unless it's prohibited in
their Rx, the therapist is obliged but not required to help them,
though I've never known of a therapist refusing a patient's
request, unless it's a question of time remaining or other
practicalities.

  "Sure, uhhmmm"

  "Mary"

  "Sure Mary, I'd love to!"

  Mary leaned back on the pillows propped against the headboard
where just moments before hurtful scenes from Chi-Chi's past had
been played out in order to exorcised them and now it was time
for some fun and bonding.

  Mary leaned back and half-closed her eyes as Chi-Chi moved to
between her legs and gently at her clit. "Put a couple of fingers
inside me, Hon' ", Chi' not needing any encouragement. I played
with Mary's boobs with my right hand as our young patient
continued her easy head and frig of my love, Mary just relaxing
and enjoying it.

  "That's very nice, Chi-Chi!"

  "Thanks Mary! You taste good, too" we all giggling a little at
that remark.

  "Would you like to do anything for you, Dear?"

  "Could you touch me some 'down there', please Mary?"

  "Sure".

  The two of them traded places as Chi-Chi lay back and Mary
moved to be beside her, her hand parting her thighs and a single
finger working its way inside her. In a nice slow in-out frig,
Mary kissed her on the lips, and to my surprise Chi' kissed her
back. I say surprise because she had never done that with Emily
during Emm's and mine therapy sessions with her prior. They
kissed as patient and therapist, then as friends. Only fifteen
minutes to go. I wanted a little fun for myself.

  "Hey, kiddo, what about your old Eric here? Did you forget
about him?"

  "Nnnooooo!!" came back a lightly sarcastic but light-hearted
reply.

  "C'mere, Chi', old Eric wants to kiss you too."

  I  kissed her full on the lips and she kissed me fully back. My
hands roughly but not too roughly massaged her pre-teen chest
buds. Her hand found my erect cock. She knew what I liked from
previous therapy sessions.

  Getting on all fours and facing me, I cradled her head in my
hands and she opened her mouth for my cock, the head and an inch
or two of the shaft slipping inside but not much more, I didn't
want to gag her. Mary moved around to play and lick her pussy
some as my mouthfuck of our patient continued. Her eyes met mine
and she smiled. I smiled back while not losing my rhythm. Eight
minutes left. Pulling my cock out from her mouth., I cradled her
face still with my left hand while my right hand began a furious
jacking off of my cock. Mary stopped what she was doing to come
closer and watch. I can pretty much come at will, or not all, one
a day or a hundred a day, my natural libido combined with the
hormonal effects of the MascuStat male birth control pills I had
been made to take daily for the past four years pretty much
guarantees an unlimited capacity for sex and orgasms. My jism hit
her face within a minute or so, she rising to her knees while
Mary moved in to lick it off her face. God, this is a great job
most of the time. Not all of the time, but definitely most of the
time. Three minutes to go. Time to quickly get dressed, as our
lab coats and halffrocks and all allowed us to do.

  "If it's okay, Eric, I'd like Mary to be with us next time, not
Emily."

  ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

  Our next patient was Lita, a 27-year-old former stock broker
whom at the age of 27 had already gone through two husbands and
was getting ready to lose a third, all because (she said and
extensive physical and psychological testing backed up) while
seemingly libidinous out of bed, once she was actually in bed,
she just went dead emotionally and physically, wasn't repulsed by
sex but could also care less about having it then or not. I had
picked this case out of my usual stack of choices I can make or
not because it seemed like such a challenge to me, and I do like
challenges, it feeds my ego when I meet them I admit.

  Lita was nice-looking but no great beauty, average height and
weight, average 34C slightly sagging and off-center and slightly
different sized breasts, and a pronounced somewhat flappy labia.
As easily as Emily can usually get a reaction from almost any
adult woman,  Lita was equally a dead fish with her as she was
with me. After three months of twice-weekly sessions I was going
to give this week, well maybe the next too but no more, then
admit defeat if I had to.

  Thinking along the lines that two new fresh faces might help
some, of course she'd be seeing Mary with me instead of Emily and
I also had Janice, our adult female therapy model, in the session
as well. When Mary and I did the "POP" ritual of face and neck
massage and light kisses followed by a chest and back massage
before putting her up in the stirrups and doing a quick speculum
exam and then a G-spot "expression, Mary's keen eye caught what
she thought might be a herpes or other genital wart sitting right
atop the crown of her cervix. I brought a lighted speculum over
and took a closer look at it, but it was just a tiny vaginal
barrel "bump" for lack of a better term, lots of women have then
inside their vaginas and the OB/GYN's never mention them because
they're just the equivalent of a tiny bump that we all get from
time to time on our face or arms or hands or such. Still, it was
a good call by Mary, since despite incredibly extensive screening
procedures it  -is-  the modern day and age and STD's are so
rampant (and yes, quite a few potential candidates are turned
down for bodyworking therapy because of the presence of herpes or
hepatitis or AIDS or genital warts or whatever in their systems)
and since we do all work "bareback" most of the time, we can
never take even the slightest chance of getting an infection,
we'd be out of a career if we did. Though, just thinking aloud, I
have often thought about why Doc hadn't set up a "mirror corps"
of at least some bodyworkers who do have herpes simplex to treat
the millions of potential patients who need our help who also
suffer from herpes. I might have to mention that to Doc sometime
soon. Anyway, I knew from experience that the bump on Lita's
cervix was harmless, so we went into the treatment bedroom.

  "Eric, Honey?"

  Oh shit. When she says  "honey"  to me in that honey-tone of
voice, something's up her sleeve.

  "Yes, Dear?"

  "I have an idea that might help Lita, but for it to possibly
work, you're going to need to give us girls fifteen minutes by
ourselves. Trust me?"

  Sure, but Lita was only her second patient ever and  she was
making a protocol treatment call on the fly like she had been
doing it for years. But Lita's case was almost hopeless anyway,
what harm could it do?

  "Yes, I trust you. What do you have in mind?" I continued as we
all scooted on the bed.

  "Just trust me. Fifteen minutes, then come back, 'K?"

  I went back to my office to monitor the activity in the room.
She couldn't have forgotten that every room is heavily laden with
hidden video cameras and microphones that I can monitor from my
secured office. I had made a point of showing her that.

  She turned on the stereo in the living room for some background
noise, then had Janice the therapy model lay beside Lita on one
side and she lay beside her patient on the other, head propped up
on her elbow, and the three of them began chatting. Just
chatting. I couldn't quite make out but the odd word or two, but
within a minute Lita burst out laughing at something which made
Mary and Janice also laugh along with her. Then Mary whispered
something else to Lita, and they all laughed together again Then
Janice made a comment, the only words I could pick up despite
adjusting the audio controls all over the place was "and then he
looked at me and" and the garbled words for a moment and then
"please tell me that all men aren't" before they all burst out
with even more laugh-track additions. Lita would say something
and they'd laugh, then Mary or Janice, then laughs upon laughs
going into guffaws. Whatever Mary was doing I couldn't figure
out. Fifteen then twenty minutes passed. Lita only had the
customary fifty minute-hour session.

  Making my way back to the room they stopped their whisperings
and giggleshits when they saw me before looking at each other for
a moment, smiling then grinning at each other, then bursting out
with pure-ass hee-haws as they lay on the bed together. Mary
could see I was a little pissed. Not much, but a little.

  "It's okay, Dear, we weren't talking about you!"

  "Really, Eric, we weren't" Lita added as her snicker finished.

  "Seriously, Eric, we were talking about Lita's ex-husbands,
seriously!, weren't we, girls?" Janice added.

  I didn't believe them but that was my tiny bit of insecurity,
not theirs. I smiled at the three of them as I hope on the bed
with them. We only had 20 minutes or so left.

  "C'mon, time's passing and we have therapy to do. Lita, if you
please."

  Lita started sucking my cock. It didn't want to rise on command
like it usually does. I was still a little miffed, at what I'm
not sure.

  "C'mere, Dear, let your wife-y take care of you" Mary whispered
she joined Lita's suck of me, the old guy finally rising to the
occasion.

  I entered Lita from the side, my chest to her back, as Mary
played with her from the front and Janice added her touches where
she could. Lita's pussy did feel a little less tense, a lot more
lubricated, and some extra warm to it as we fucked, more than any
other time previous with her. I  also felt a couple of nice
involuntary PC muscle contractions. Just a couple, but that was
progress. I didn't feel like coming, so I didn't, just pulled out
and had Janice lick me clean a little as the other two watched.

  "Gotta run back to the house" Janice said as she got dressed
first, I knowing she had homeschooling to do with the kids.

  Our next patient was another hard case, chosen especially for
Mary's first day. A sweet, perfect little four and one-half year
old, Missy, and her mother, Renee'. Missy had been brutalized so
terribly by her father who was now Renee's ex-husband and current
jailbird on the charges of rape of a minor under ten, so
destroyed physically inside, that two years ago she had to have
her uterus and ovaries and all removed and four operations on
what was left of her vagina to try to have it rebuilt so she
could have at least some sex life when she grew up, though she'd
have to have hormone shots later in life to have any libido at
all. It's cases like this one that are at the fringe of what
PBI/bodyworking can and is supposed to do. Still, the consensus
was that bodyworking therapy needed to begin happening now, as
her brain was shifting from the fog of infancy to the oincreased
cognizance of a toddler. Cases like hers truly broke my heart,
and I every time I've done therapy with someone like Missy it
just rips my guts out so who knows how it would affect Mary,
which was the entire point.

  Renee' brought her daughter in to the exam room part of the
three-area treatment room suite and helped take her daughter's
clothes off. By "Manual Of Therapeutic Bodywork" consensus, a lot
of which I had helped re-write and modify in my short four years,
there's little point in doing a "POP" ritual on anyone under age
seven, unless they show unusual awareness and intelligence. Then
Renee' got undressed and we POP'd her even though she may or may
not  become part of the therapy process, as we decide
moment-by-moment during therapy.

  As we four walked back, May whispered to me "Eric, do I have to
do this?" even though she knew she did,  having read her case
file on Sunday.

  "Yes, my love, you know you have to do this" I replied as Missy
and her Mom got on the bed, waiting for us as I motioned for Mary
to come back to front parlor area of the treatment room for a
moment.

  "But Eric."

  "There is no 'but Eric" to do it, my love. This is what a
bodyworker does. He or she heals. That little patient in there
needs your help. She needs to have help heal her. A little bit
today, a little bit next time, until it adds up and if she isn't
healed completely eventually then she'll at least be healed more
than she would have without any treatment at all."

  "Eric, I can't."

  "Then pack your shit and get the hell out of my life,
beee-iittchhh!"

  Of course I didn't mean it, but sometimes a little shock
therapy is needed to refocus someone.

  "Whaaa?; what did you just say to me, Eric?"

  "Nothin', Dear, except we have a patient in there who needs us.
Let's go."

  "I . . . I don't know what to do!"

  "Yes you do. You read her file. Whatever you think would
sexually please you with her, you do to her, have her do to do
you. That's what I'm going to do. It's what  -must-  be done,
Mary. Must be done."

  Both Missy an Renee' were sitting nude on the edge of the bed,
waiting for us when we came back in. Mary sat down beside our
tiny patient with a "Hi Missy, I'm Mary."

  "Hi Mary!" she cooed back.

  "We're going to play some now, okay?"

  "Sure Mary, whatcha wanna play?" she said with wide eyes that
hid so much pain past in her short life.

  "Let's play kisses and touches. I'm going to kiss and touch you
in places, then you can kiss and touch me in places you want"
Missy just doing a little girl giggle at that.

  Stroking her thin sandy blond hair, Mary kissed her on top of
the forehead as she held her close to her, then her cheeks, then
on her mouth, pulling her close to her, putting her small hand on
her heaving breast as she did. Then she moved down and spreading
her chubby little legs dove on her pudenda, scars of
reconstruction still being evident from earlier surgeries, as I
moved to sit close to Renee', she just smiling at me as I did.
This was our tenth or so therapy session together and she was
comfortable with me by now.

  Mary sucked her patient's tiny pussy until she began to giggle
as Mary licked the inside of her slightly pudgy little thighs.
Mary smiled and cooed back at her as her kissing of her thighs
continued. Then she pulled her up with a "your turn, Dear."

  Missy had played with Emily and her Mom some too in earlier
sessions and knew what she liked. She grabbed and pulled on
Mary's own pert nipples, much to the surprise of Mary, but I knew
Mary enjoyed mild pain and wasn't bothered by it, Missy giggling
as she did. Mary lay back and encouraged Missy to get between her
legs. Renee' looked at me and I nodded "yes".

  As Missy tried to suck Mary's clit, her Mom got behind her and
began to dilate her daughter's vagina with her finger, finally
working it in about halfway after a few minutes. Mary saw what
she was doing and flipped around, flipping Missy on her back and
took Renee's place. As Mary frigged her little patient I could
see a look of rising passion in her eyes. Good. A therapist is
never supposed  -not-  to be "selfishly unselfish" unless the Rx
prohibits it. Mary was clearly enjoying frigging Missy. Turning
to one side to look at me, Mary huskered "God, Eric, you were
right, this is sssoooo hot, and I'm helping Missy too, right?"

  "Yes Mary, you are."

  Renee' and I both were enjoying watching. My hard begged for
contact.

  "On all fours, Renee', so we can both watch."

  Fucking Renee' for a few moments from behind, I could see Mary
having a small orgasm from the touching of our patient alone,
Missy also clearly enjoying. My turn.

  Leaving Renee' and waddling up the bed a bit, a I had Mary lay
beside Missy as Renee' helped guide my cock to the minuscule
entrance and after a bit of lube and a lot of patience managed to
get most the head of my cock inside her. I knew that any more
wouldn't fit and if pushed would probably rip healed stitches
holding thin four-year-old skin and do God knows what. Missy
always enjoyed having the head of cock in her like that, she
never showed any outward signs of discomfort, ever, but I knew
her undeveloped anatomy prevented me from going deeper or doing
more. Mary was still hot from her frigging of our patient.

  "Eric, fuck me now, dammit!" she barked.

  I flipped her on all fours and just banged away. She was so wet
from her therapy of Missy that I could hardly feel her vaginal
walls. Renee' scooted beside me and rested an arm on my shoulder
as Missy got closer too for a better look of me fucking my Mary.

  "Harder, dammit, I want to come!"

  I grabbed her waist and pulled her tight to me, ramming it in
as hard and fast as I possibly could. Then the old knee pinged a
little.

  "Sit up and take my come, Mary!" I barked back as she did and I
mouth-fucked for a moment before coming, she swallowing most but
not all my come, both Renee' and Missy licking the dribbles off
her cheeks and chin, the three of them giggling a little and then
exchanging kisses for a moment. Eleven fifty-five. Time for
lunch.

  +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

  In the breakroom, Emily looked a little out of it. I put my arm
around her shoulder and asked what was wrong but she blew me off,
mumbling a little something about it was just going to take a bit
of getting used to doing guys all day long again, she staring
away from me as she talked.

  Peggy had taken everyone's lunch preference orders for the week
the day before and had the sandwiches and such delivered from the
"Northern Lights Deli" down on Regulator Street. At least we did
have our food and restaurant charge accounts back among many
other things, thanks to Doc.

  As we ate our sandwiches around the small formica-topped
kitchen table and wire-back kitchenette chairs, Peggy eating her
lobster rolls, it was Maine after all and a lobster roll in Maine
is like the equivalent of pork barbecue in North Carolina, Dr.
Mike came in to our quiet lunch.

  "Mary, Emily, come with me, it's time."

  "What the hell are you talking about, Dr. Mike?!?" I shot back.

  "It's time for my; my, uhhhh, my 'perks'."

  "The hell it is, Mike. You obviously don't know  'the rules',
do you?

  "No, Eric, it's you who don't know the rules."

  "All he wants is a quick blow-job, Mas', I mean Eric; let me go
take care of him."

  "No, you won't Peggy, you're going to stay right here, that's
an order."

  "I could have you fired right now, Eric! Don't interfere! Mary,
Emily, let's go to Eric's treatment room."

  Now he was trying to be a total shit.

  "Peggy, go get my cellphone, please, it's in my office. We'll
call Dr. Chaim and settle this right now."

  "Yes, let's do that!" Dr. Mike angrily hissed at me.


  He and I walked into my office and I hit the speedial for Doc.
No answer. I could tell Dr. Mike was calming down some. Maybe he
would be more rational now.

  "Dr. Mike, have a seat in my chair for a moment, and let me
talk. You just listen for a moment, then you can say anything you
want in response. Yes, it is a nice benefit to running a therapy
practice with a bodywork component to it that you can have sex
with therapists and therapy models, basically as you wish; we all
know that's part of 'the deal'."

  "But I used to have sex with Marnie and Peggy whenever I wish."

  "Be quiet and listen, please. And yes, you can have sex with
any bodyworking employee, even me if you wished to" he shaking
his head "no" and trying to keep from smiling at that quip "but
you gotta go by the rules. The first objective is helping your,
our, patients, correct?"

  "Yes."

  "That means we have to focus our attention on them first. That
why we review their case files so carefully before we ever do any
contact therapy with them, and that's why we schedule like we do,
so that we balance the easy cases out with the harder cases; easy
case, hard case, on and on, more or less like that."

  "I understand all that. But it is my right . . . "

  "It is your duty also not to interfere with my balancing of the
schedule. You tell me more or less when you want to see someone
or someones, and within reason I'll work you into the schedule,
just like I would a patient. And by the way, lunch time is always
offlimits."

  "But I used to fuck Peggy and Marnie at lunch!"

  "That was then, when you didn't have a world-class practice
like you do now because of what I've brought, and this is now,
and there will no 'nooners', understand?"

  He took a deep breath, made a slight "harr-rrummpp" sound and
sigh, then crossed his arms in disgust.

  "Okay. An hour after work with Mary and Emily together on
Monday,  and Emily alone sometime on Wednesday morning and Friday
mornings."

  "You do know that every hour they don't spend with a patient is
taking money out of your pocket and maybe hurting a patient,
don't you?"

  He couldn't argue with logic, and he liked his money.

  "Okay, then an hour after work on Wednesday with Mary and Emily
and Peggy all three."

  "Done"

  "But I'm horny now!"

  "I'll be happy to give you a blowjob, Dr. Mike, I'd be happy
to" he shaking his head "no", grinning, knowing I would.

  "What about Peggy? She does give the best ones."

  "Yes, she does. Sure. Let's go back out."

  Stupid motherfucker didn't realize that since he was who he
was, having final authority over all of us save Doc having final
call over him in his treatment of us, he could have told me that
he wanted to see Mary and Emily any time after work, at night, on
weekends, etcetera and by rule I'd have to accommodate him, but
evidently he really didn't understand "the rules" and I wasn't
about to tell him any different and give up my advantage.

  He had tried to cuckold my authority and ladies and had failed.
He had claimed his "right", but in the end I fucked him, he
didn't fuck me. As we walked back to the breakroom "the girls"
were crumpling up their sandwich wrappers and tidying up,
finishing their last sips of Cokes and such. I gently tapped Dr.
Mike on the shoulder with a "Peggy, if you have a few moments,
please 'service' Dr. Mike, thank you, Dear."

  The next appointment for Mary and I was another hard case, her
last for the day before a three-hour easy session. Doc had set up
the schedule for five eight-hour days whereas I normally have two
longer days and spread the extra time out over the other three
days, as I need and want to. He did it that way because he was
trying to help out, trying to help as all the chaos happened
within the chain of events that lead me and Mary and Emm coming
up here.  Shit, I almost forgot about Doc's work-in patient
afterhours that I promised him I'd do! Another truly hard case.

  Master Skipper bopped into the breakroom his arm hooked with
Janice's, his ersatz stepmom for lack of a better explanation,
with a "Hi Eric!" on his lips. He seemed eager to get to "work"
such as it is for him. He knows he's helping heal other boys by
being a therapy model.

  "Eric, your one o'clock is here" Joyce buzzed me on the phone
in the breakroom.

  "Send them on back" I replied as Janice left to go back to the
house and more tutoring of her charges.

  Quinn was typical 13-year-old boy, except for, as you might
guess by now, he had been accidentally raised as a girl by his
parents because they were originally from a small village in
Mexico without access to most modern medical facilities or hardly
even qualified doctors. What?, you might say?

  Quinn was  -not-  a hermaphrodite, not in any sense of the
word. He had been born with male genitalia that had been somehow
"tucked up inside him deeply" and didn't come out until he hit
puberty about a year ago, when almost like magic they somehow
just were "there' one day, where before had only been a smooth
pudenda with a tiny slit that hid them up inside him and fooled
his parents and the couple of doctors he saw in Mexico before his
parents and he came to the States also about that time. There's a
very long and technical name for this condition, again it's not
hermaphroditism,  since Quinn is 100% all boy, maybe I'll try to
look it up for you in his file later if I have the time and think
of it.

  I'm not sure why or how the main franchise practice in San
Diego found him and his parents or they the practice, let alone
how and why Doc got involved, maybe it's the rarity of his
condition, but in any case Quinn needs to be "gender re-assigned"
in his head, his body already having done that but his emotions
and feelings and identity as a boy and eventually a man, uh-uh,
and that's were we come in.

  Sangrina, Quinn's mother, gave me a peck on the cheek as she
opened the door as the security lock clicked and met Mary and I
in the hall.

  "Who's this pretty thing? Where's Emily?"

  "Oh Emily decided it was time for a change is now treating
primarily adult male patients."

  "Sorry to hear that."

  "No, it's what she wanted. She came up with me from Raleigh;
her office is in the building, on the other side."

  "Can I see her before I leave?" Sangrina pestered, thinking of
the times she had spent with Emily during treatment and how much
she enjoyed them.

  "I don't think so, she's booked solid; I think you'll enjoy
Mary here just as much."

  "I certainly hope so!" she mildly fussed as she bent head a
little to give Mary a quick brush-kiss on the lips "and who's
this young man?"

  "This is Skipper, and he's going to be helping with Quinn's
therapy today."

  "Nice to meet you" Skip replied with hand outstretched "nice to
meet you too!" Sangrina answered as she shook his hand.

  In the treatment room, I whispered to Mary to give Sangrina not
the usual one but three bonding G-spot orgasms as part of the POP
ritual. When she did, Sag' squirted a bolt of cyprinne come right
into her face each time. Call it a bit of freshman initiation.

  I had Mary examine Quinn's genitalia very closely as he lay
flat on the exam table, his feet in the stirrups and his organs
exposed. Per orders from Doc, I took a short series of digital
photographs of Quinn's scrotum to send to Doc later. Doc wanted
documentation like this on Quinn each time we had therapy. It
wasn't for me to decide otherwise.

  Mary played with Quinn's dick and balls as he stayed reclined
on the exam table, then I, then his Mom played with her son too
as prescribed by the POP protocol. Not enough to make him come,
but enough to create a bond with him.

  On the bed, I had Mary and Sangrina do a reasonably heavy
lesbian love scene at the foot of the bed while Quinn and I
fooled around some at the headboard. As a gender-identified
female mentally at 13,  his Mom and Mary doing lesbian stuff
didn't do a thing for him, while my sucking of his cock and him
sucking of mine did. The challenges of bodyworking sometimes, let
me tell you.

  I broke from him for a moment and had Skipper come over. Skip
sucked my cock and I his smallish eight-year-old member, it's
smaller diameter and pre-pubescent cleanliness tasting sweet in
my mouth, then I had Quinn suck Skipper too as I sucked him as
well/.

  Him almost coming in my mouth, I told it was time.

  "Awwww, Eric, you know I don' wanna'!"

  "And Sport, you know you gotta!"

  "Mary, up here, please, and on all fours."

  Shrugging his shoulders several times in mild protest, he
entered Mary from behind, his cock almost 6" inches in length and
fairly thick for his age. I knew just from common sense let alone
al the tests that had been done on him that that it felt good to
him, fucking a female pussy (as opposed to a male one?). But
after his first twelve years of being raised as a girl, his mind
simply fought what his body told his mind was correct.

  Now came the hard part. Well, unpleasant, more than hard for
me. It was definitely spelled out in no uncertain terms in the
Rx. I had had anal sex lots with young boys, both giving and
receiving, so the anal sex isn't the hard part for me. The hard
part for me and him is knowing that it's going to hurt him when I
do. Not hurt his body, but hurt his mind. Hurt his mind in order
to force a healing. Sometimes you just got to do it. Decades of
bodywork practice had proven this correct.

  I rolled a condom on my cock, again not for universal safe sex
practices but simply to make "clean up" afterwards easier, worked
some lube in Quinn's ass as he continued his fuck of Mary, and
then eased my cock inside him.

  He howled a cry of protest. Then another.

  "What feels better, hu, boy? My cock in your ass, or your cock
inside Mary?"

  "You-a; Your-a; your cock in my ass hurts, you know it always
does."

  "So which feels better?"

  "My cock inside Mary, okay!?!"

  Sangrina had pulled Skipper off to one side of the bed and was
absentmindedly playing with cock as they sat close to each other
and watched.

  "Can I play with Skipper while we watch?"

  "Sure" I spoke back as my prescribed anal rape of my young
patient continued.

  "Skipper here can take my cock for an hour if I wished him to,
boy!"

  "Bully Ho-fucking-ray for him! Now Eric, will you please stop
fucking me in the ass?" he continued a protest he knew was
useless.

  "You know what the doctor said: only when you come inside Mary
will I stop."

  "Okay, okay."

  He picked up his pace as best he could with me behind him and
inside as well, a sweat breaking on his back and body, and I
could tell when he finally did come inside Mary, she quickly
rolling out from under him and going right to his cock to play
and suck on it some as his Mom also joined in as I backed off
from him for a while, his heaving breathing from all just
happened being the only sounds he made.

  Sangrina came over to get Skipper, she sucking on his member
just for the fun of it, then having him enter her as she leaned
back enough for him to get atop her.

  "Am I your first?" she asked.

  "No ma'am" he respectfully replied and politely left it at
that.

  Mary having finished her suck of him, I wasn't through with
him. Geessss, this gets rough even for me at times.

  I forced my cock in his mouth, he enjoying that but knowing
what was coming next, then quickly slipped another condom on and
wrestled him flat to the bed, he truly struggling to get away
from my pinning him down, as Mary lubed my latex-covered cock up
and I this time I tried to make it as close to a true
prison-bitch-type rape as I could without doing more harm than
good. I worked the head of my dick just a couple of inches,
pumped a few strokes, and then moved off him just a few inches,
just enough to where he could escape my grasp. Making it over to
Mary, he kissed her, played with her boobs and pussy, kissed her
again with "please Mary, that man's crazy, keep him off me,
please!"

  "You know he's not crazy. He's not even gay, doesn't even like
sex outside of therapy with young boys or men, let alone tries to
force himself on them. He's your therapist. He loves you, I love
you. We are your therapists. We're here to help you, make you
well, like the doctors say you need to be."

  "I don't need any more help today."

  "Okay. Just relax. We're going to have some fun. Join in if you
wish."

  All the above had taken place in less than twenty minutes. I
hate to be a clock-watcher, but there are so many patients to
help.

  Mary started playing around with Skipper, sucking his cock, he
playing with her boobs and cunt, as Sangria and I started fooling
around, she mainly just wanting to get on top of me and ride me.
From the far corner of the bed, Quinn watched. He saw how much
his mother was enjoying fucking me, and how much fun Mary and
Skipper were having.

  I moved Mary and Sangrina to a sixty-nine, mainly because I
knew how much Sangrina wanted to, that and Skip and I could work
them as they did each other. Mary on top, I entered her from
behind, Skip working his 8-year-old tinycock in Sangrina as best
he could.

  Then Quinn came up and asked if he could take my place. I told
him "of course you can!" He slowfucked Mary for the next few
minutes, until it was ten until two. Time's up.

  Out in the breakroom sipping on bottled waters, Mary got a
far-off look to her eyes.

  "You okay, Hon?"

  "Yeah."

  "Hhhhhmmmm???"

  "I know you warned me about today, I just didn't expect . . . "

  "No one ever does, no ever can, Hon' "

  "I honestly thought you were trying to rape Quinn when you had
him pinned flat."

  "I was, Dear" she shooting me a dirty but quizzical look in
turn "if he hadn't tried his best to escape and get to you, I
would have been rough with him; we all know this is role-play and
he knows I would never really hurt him, but I have to sell it for
the therapy to work; keep in mind that my cock was fully deep in
his ass while he was fucking you the first time around, it's not
he can't take me."

  She took a long draught of her AquaFina and scratched her nose.

  "At least the rest of the afternoon will be easy."

  "Don't forget Doc's emergency work-in."

  "Shit!" my double-degreed from Yale darling eloquently thus
spake "that's right, I completely forgot!"

  "That one won't be as hard as you think. First times even with
hard cases are usually just a feeling out,
get-to-know-one-another time"

  The "troop" of moms and daughters arrived exactly on time, I
introducing them to Mary, they of course asking about Emily and
if Emily couldn't join us anyway I making my now-pat excuses why
not, we all going down to the group room for our therapy.

  Three moms and four daughters, Mary and I as therapists and
David and Skipper and JB as therapy models, Janice and Gail being
back at the ranch. How David and Janice educated those kids, even
with a formalized homeschooling lesson plan like a lot of
American families of diplomats use when overseas, is beyond me,
but you can't argue with the fact that almost all home-schooled
therapy model kids scored consistently higher on state-mandated
standardized tests than their public school counterparts.

  Shonica was the first mom, with Theodora her 9-YO daughter.
Charlene was the second mom, adult sister to Shonica, and was the
mom to 8-YO Darlene and 14-YO Raylene (yes, these are their real
names, I am not making this shit up!). Tara was first cousin to
both of them, was the daughter of Shonica's and Theodora's
mother's sister, and was mother to 10-YO Shara. They were all
from New Orleans originally and were of what used to be called
"octoroon"  ancestry, which was actually 1/8th African-America
and 7/8ths Caucasian. Very beautiful perfect skin and bodies on
all of them, save Shonica whose tits were large and flabby and
kind of droppy, her sister and cousin looking like the biracial
Venus' they were as well as their daughters.

  They had followed us from Raleigh and just like in Raleigh
didn't stay where the practice wanted to locate them, but instead
insisted on choosing their own lodgings, this time at the
Rockport Marriot across the bay, and they even normally arrived
in their own limo. The financial part of their history which
normally I would be privy to wasn't available to me either, one
of the few times I've ever been denied requested access to
anything.

  Also most unlike all but a handful of other times, we didn't do
any Principle Of Possesion rituals on any of them. Instead we
just went down to the group room where Peggy by Rx had set up
three video cameras in three respective corners and put out a
bunch of X-rated tapes of all kinds, some  anatomically correct
"therapy dolls" like are used when investigating a typical child
sexual abuse case, some rubberized male and female half models
and other detailed latex models of human genetalia, a whole bunch
of sex toys of all types, and both large plastic containers full
of regular dolls and other toys that are appropriate for the 7-12
age range.

  I went around turning the video cameras on as David and Janice
and JB and Skipper all took places atop thick cushions along the
back wall as Mary milled around chatting with the mothers some as
their daughters began their play.

  By Rx, the first hour was supposed to at least fairly
non-sexual. Just letting the girls play "normally" which they
did. They all whooped it up at the tape "Swapping Pregnant Wives"
which Raylene had dug out from the pile of tapes next to the
wide-screen TV. Mary and I pulled our nice but standard square
conference room-style chairs over to the mothers and made small
talk, Shonica commenting several times about how beautiful Maine
was, how she wished she had come up to vacation here before now.

  Close to hour number two, the girls started getting more
rambunctious, and their clothes soon started coming off. As they
took theirs off,. their moms started shedding theirs and Mary and
I and the Goulds theirs as well. Charlene the mom to 8-YO Darlene
and 14-YO Raylene and was on her period, and while wearing a
tampon still kept her panties with a thin maxipad on as her
clothes came off, her daughters helping her undress before
getting back to their play.

  The girls started playing with the anatomical dolls and rubber
models soon after that, and within minutes as "Lesbian Sex
Sisters" played on the TV now the girls started grabbing the sex
toys and teasing each other with them, 9-YO Theodora making a
gleefully funny show of trying to shove a 10" thin dildo up her
second cousin 10-YO's Shara's pussy. Two of the moms, sisters
Shonica and Charlene, turned sideways from their chairs to kiss
each other, and the show as they say was on. To try to recount
every single act of fun and therapy would tax my memory as well
as your patience and attention span, so pardon if I give you a
few highlights I more or less remember.

  Knowing that the Goulds were their new therapy models and
having been in similar situations like this before and knowing
that they could do as they pleased with any therapy model,
Theodora pulled Janice, the mom to the Gould family of therapy
models, off to one side and mercilessly ravished her pussy with
the dildo that she had tried to pester her cousin Shara with
earlier. Janice didn't mind, in fact I know she enjoyed it.

  Mary was instantly attracted to Charlene as I was, had been,
had been with Charlene before, she was an octoroon beauty indeed,
so we three got together in one corner of the room and played
some. Mary commented that Charlene's tamponed pussy didn't taste
as metallic as others she had been with before, a comment that
seemed to please Charlene as Mary lapped at her cunt for a good
while. With all of us on our knees, Mary kissed and smooched
Charlene from the front as she also frigged her still-protected
pussy and I entered Charlene's ass from the rear as I knelt
behind her, tilting her just forward enough the kneel down a bit
and get my cock insider her, which didn't last bur five or ten
minutes before that knee of mine starting hurting.

  All the daughters decided to check out the "new girl", Mary, so
they asked (they can order therapy models, but have to ask we
therapists for favors) if they could do a "merry-go-round" with
her. Mary didn't know what that was but said "yes" anyway. Mary
laying on a bunch of pillows of one of the fuckmats, Raylene
started sucking Mary's right breast and Theodora held Mary's head
in her lap and kissed her passionately and Shara sucked on Mary's
left breast and the youngest one of all, 8-YO Darlene "dined at
Mary's 'Y' ", giving her head with all the passion of a grown
woman. Then after two or three minutes, just long enough for Mary
to get relaxed good, the switched places, each moving clockwise
one place to the left, then after another two or three minutes
another switch, and so on for a good half hour.

  In the meantime, the sister-moms and their cousin-mom tried out
David and young Skipper in their own swap-go-round, then tried
out David's wife and young JB's mother Janice as well as young JB
too, making comments about this and that about each of them to
each other but not to the Goulds directly, damn near rude if you
ask me but this was the modality of the Rx.

  And then it was five o'clock and time finally to go home. Shit,
nope, Doc's emergecny, shit shit shit!

  The Gyrl Troop dressed and left as I made sure they saw me
remove the tapes from video cameras. In my office, I threw them
in the trash, went to my computer, then did system commands for
all the footage secretly  recorded in the group room by the banks
of cameras and mikes that are hidden in each room be sent
directly to Doc's attention in the following morning's data
traffic, per Doc's specific instructions. Made no sense, but I
don't question Doc, not usually, he is my ultimate boss.

  ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

  Mary came in with look of weariness with a "Hon', our last
patient is here. Joyce just left for the day, I told her we'd
lock up, and you wanted Skipper to stay too, correct?"

  "You can go home now, Dear, you look dead, I remember how my
first day was, I know your head is swimming, go on home and eat
and rest, Peggy and I will take care of young mister Jerome."

  "You're sweet, but I need to do this, I'll be fine."

  "And you'll leave if you start feeling weird?"

  "Promise."

  Jerome was busy playing Nintendo in the older kid's section of
the playroom on "my" side of the building. He didn't even notice
me as I stuck my head in to check on him. Peggy passed by the
door old grocery bags in hand and I darted out to catch her.

  "You got the clothes for you and Mary?"

  "Uh-hu, Master."

  "Don't call, eeehhhrrr; never mind; Mary's in the bathroom, go
in there and your and her change; I'll come get you out of
Joyce's office when I'm ready for you; are the hot tubs ready?"

  "Yes, Master."

  In my office, from the old grocery bag Peggy had put together
for me I put on a regular pair of pants, socks, my nice black
dress shoes, a nice white shirt and clip-on tie, stuff I don't
normally within the office environment. Because of constantly
getting in and out of clothes all day, I normally wear the
standard "quick rip" pants like quick-change artists wear along
with the standard PBI turtleneck dickie that covers me from neck
to chest and shoulders where my white lab coat normally covers
past that plus my black Sperry "Topsider" boating shoes. But for
this patient, the POP modality was going to have be change a
little, and part of that was me role-playing the part of a
physician giving an exam at first before working him into
treatment.

  Finding Jerome, a handsome young twelve-year-old who looked
more like a young Tom Cruise than Tom Cruise did at the same age,
still playing Nintendo in the big kids' game room, I tapped on
the open door to get his attention and as he got up shook his
hand with a "hello, Jerome, I'm Eric."

  "Eric? Dr. Eric?"

  "My last name is Woods, Eric Woods. But please, call me Eric."

  "Okay, Doc-tor, I mean, Eric."

  "Ready for your exam?"

  "I guess so."

  "The examining room is right across the hall. Shall we?"

  Per standard procedure, I let him undress and change into an
examining gown behind the painted Chinese-style folding panels
that separated "the parlor" from the exam area, a sliding curtain
like you see around hospital beds being the only thing marking
the boundary between the exam area and the treatment area where
the treatment bed and such was.

  "Ready, Doctor, I mean, Eric."

  I did my best and practiced imitation of a physician, or at
least a physician's assistant. Height, weight, blood pressure,
oral temperature, tongue exam, ear exam, eye exam, neck gland
check, a chest thumping and back thumping, the usual. Then time
for the other.

  "Jerome, please come down off the table and lean forward over
the exam table. I'm going to have to give a rectal exam. It's
easier if you remove your gown, please."

  He leaned over the exam table as best he could, becoming more
nervous as he heard my latex glove snap on my hand. I put my hand
on his should and whispered to him to relax. I knew he had been
checked fully by a real physician just last week just like this
except for real so this "exam" shouldn't be a big deal to him,
but no guy even gay guys usually like anal probes by doctors.

  He tensed up as my KY'd fingers slipped inside him. I worked my
fingers more like a cock than an exam, my other hand gently
bracing his shoulder. A couple of moments of this and then
"please turn around so I can check you for hernias."

  Sitting on the short rolling stool, I worked my finger up
inside his respective testicular descendae or whatever they're
actually called, getting him to cough for me when I did. He was
almost erect from the anal probe and this.

  Holding his three-quarters erect penis in my hand, I playfully
worked the shaft a little, commenting "you have a fine penis
here, Jerome; do you ever masturbate?"

  "Oh, no."

  "C'mon, all boys do. Even I do, and I'm a grown man. You can
tell me" I continued as I continued gently masturbating him.

  "Well, yeah, sometimes. Well, sometimes a lot."

  "That's fine. With a fine penis like this, you should be
proud."

  "Oh, uhhhh, yeah, I am, I guess."

  "Why don't you hop back up on the table and put your feet in
the stirrups? patting at the padded steel heelkeepers "I'm going
to masturbate you so I can get a sperm sample and check your
sperm count and make sure there's no blood in it, make sure you
don't have any prostate problems. Is that okay with you?" He had
no clue what I meant but that was okay, that was by design.

  "Uh, yeah. I guess. Will it hurt?"

  "Does it hurt when you masturbate yourself?"

  "Uhhh, no."

  "Well, I promise it won't hurt when I do it, either" I smiled
up at him as my slow stroking continued.

  In the stirrups, laying flat on his back being able to look up
only the ceiling, his small but nice 5" inch or so member went as
flat as pancake, just as I knew it would.

  I remember the first I was put in stirrups, back in PBI
bodyworking school, how humiliating and degrading that felt to
me, let alone a feeling of helplessness. No wonder most women
hate their annual exams with royal passions. I played with his
cock for about three or four minutes but it wouldn't budge.
Proverbial flat balloon. Just what I had hoped for.

  I lightly slapped at his cock a tiny bit a "Jerome, this isn't
working. What can I do to help you get an erection? I must get
this sperm sample."

  "I don't know Dr. Eric."

  "Eric."

  "I don't know. It was kinda hard-on when you examined it
earlier."

  "Yes it was  Should I examine it like that again? Wait, I know.
My two assistants, Peggy and Mary, are still here. Let me go get
them, see if they can help."

  I was very careful to be as truthful as I could with him. I
never called myself a doctor, and I never called my lovelies
nurses. Peggy, God bless her, had found a couple of old white
nurses uniforms up in the attic storage at the house, having used
them in one scene years ago with another therapist in a similar
role playing scenario.

  "You girls ready?" I asked as they broke their quiet kiss, Mary
up on the lavatory countertop, Peggy leaning into her with her
hand up Mary's nurse's dress.

  "Yeah, uh-hu."

  "Jerome, this is Mary, and Peggy, my assistants" I spoke
level-toned as he sat naked and a little cold on the exam table,
he nodding to them "scoot forward so that Mary can try give you
an erection and we can get our sperm sample from you, please."

  Mary worked his cock like a pro, which she was by now indeed.

  "Just relax, Jerome, I've done this lots of times."

  "But, I, I haven't."

  "Just relax. You need to give me an erection. I need a hard-on
from you so that I can masturbate you and get the sperm sample we
need"

  "I' trying, I really am!" he exclaimed with great tension in
his voice.

  "Would it help if I took of my dress and showed you my breasts?
Maybe let you play with them some? Would that help? Could I get
my erection from you then?"

  Every 12-YO boy's fantasy come true, even a 12-YO boy that had
gone through three years of hell as the hand of an evil
step-parent.

  "I  -  I  --- I've never seen a girl naked before,  Mary."

  "Well, I'm not a girl, I'm a woman, and if you' d like to see
me naked, if it'll help get you firm, just say so."

  "Please???" is all could eke out.

  "Why don't you help me, then?"

  Peggy made her way close to me as Mary slipped her shoes and
ill-fitting white support hose off, showing young Jerome where to
unzip her dress, it falling to the floor as she stood before him
in her own white bra and panties. He couldn't figure out how to
unhook her bra.

  "Let me help you, Mary" Peggy said and walked to her, showing
Jerome how to flex the fabric enough to pull the hooks back and
free, her breasts falling free from it as the bra was whisked
away. Jerome back on the table, Mary took his hands and let him
feel her all he wanted. He began panting a little, and his
erection came back full flower.

  "It's hard now, let's get you back on the table, shall we?"

  Still naked and helpless, Jerome leaned back flat as Mary put
his feet in the stirrups and Peggy put some pillows under his
head so he could watch. I whispered to Mary that he could come
any second now.

  Taking an Erlenmeyer flask and keeping it near the head of his
cock as she masturbated him, she heaved her nude bosoms at him,
giving him a nice show as Peggy and I watch from a few feet away.
Her mouth found the head of his cock and that did it, he started
coming almost immediately and squirted a good 10 to 20cc or more
into the flask, but his hard went only half-limp.

  As Mary atop the rolling exam stool rolled away from him, Peggy
and I walked over to him as he lay breathing harder on the exam
table.

  "Master Jerome does have a nice cock, doesn't he?" I asked
Peggy as part of the script as I masturbated his member.

  "Yes he does" she replied on cue as her hand also found his
member too, her fingers overlapping mine as we played with him.

  "Still want to do that hot tub?"

  "Uh-hu" both Mary and Peggy replied on their marks.

  "Should we invite Jerome here? I think he can stay as long as
needed, that what his guardian said. Would you like to join us
for a hot tub soak, Jerome? We'll all be naked, if that not a
problem?"

  "Aaahhh, uuhhh, no Eric, I don't care."

  "Well Peggy, why don't you get undressed and I will to; is
Skipper already in the hot tub?"

  "Yes he is."

  "Mary, why don't you take our new young friend on down the hall
to the hot tub? Peggy and I will be out shortly."

  Jerome cocked one eyebrow up at that remark. He probably
suspected a bit of a set-up at that point, being abused so much
in the recent past had made him suspicious of everyone and
trusting of no one, but he had  felt up his first girl and gotten
his first short blowjob, so I didn't think he'd put up a fight
even if he suspected something was up. He didn't.

  We waited a few minutes before joining them. Jerome was in the
tub with Mary and Skipper, his hands firmly on Mary's boobs.

  The location of the two hot tubs, a standard 4-person
cloverleaf one and a regular barrel 8-person capacity one, sucked
big time. Out back of the office, past the new panic-hardware'd
fire doors which Peggy had disconnected the alarm system to for
me sometime during the day, the tubs were inside a wooden fence
enclosure made out of twelve-foot-high and one-foot-wide slightly
overlapping thin boards enough to prevent someone from seeing
directly inside the enclosure, but more than that anyone walking
up the alley to the back parking lot and their cars could hear
any and everything anyone's saying inside the enclosure as plain
as if they were standing there, which made the tubs as a standard
treatment means totally useless. But it was after hours and I
knew no one could hear us, verifying by checking the security
cameras before Peg and I came out, telling Peggy I wanted her to
contact a greenhouse contractor about giving us a price to build
a climate-controlled greenhouse inside the existing fence just
for privacy's sake. She said she'd take care of it tomorrow.

  Peg and I slipped in the warm hot tub waters. Damn, it felt
good. We didn't have one at the house, but didn't have room for
one either, dammit to heck. Peg slipped close to me and began
playing with my cock. Skipper moved beside her and I could see by
her arm movements she was playing with him with her other hand.
Mary was holding Jerome close in her arms, he gently sucking on
one of her boobs. Nice.

  "You're no doctor, are you, Eric?" Jerome asked as he broke
from Mary and eased over to me.

  "No, I'm not."

  "Then what was all the stuff back there?"

  "I am a therapist, Jerome. A special kind of therapist. A sex
therapist."

  "Hu?"

  "Peggy and Mary are sex therapists too, and young Skipper here
helps us sometimes."

  "But what's a sex therapist?"

  "Actually, we're called professional bodyworking surrogates, or
just sex surrogates, or just bodyworkers."

  "Hiioiuu? I don't get it?

  As Peggy nuzzled close to me and Mary made the three feet over
to be closer to us all, I answered him "you're a victim of sexual
abuse, Jerome, by your step dad and mom. We're here to help you
get over that, help you heal your wounds as best we can. We
selectively use sex to help cure those with sexual problems, like
you have."

  "I don't habbb no sexual problems!"

  "Yes, Jerome, you do. It's been diagnosed, and confirmed by Dr.
Chaim, one of the world's experts in this field. You need help,
and we're here to give it to you, if you let us" Mary replied as
her boobs bobbed just under the gossamer foam of the gently
rolling waters.

  He slid away from us to the other side of the tub and hung his
arm and head over the side, looking as much away from us as he
could for a moment, before turning back around.

  "I can say 'no', right?"

  "Yes, Jerome, you can say no." Peggy replied.

  "But if I say 'yes', can I have sex with you some more, Mary?"

  "Yes, me, Peggy, Eric, Skipper, and more therapists if we feel
you need it."

  "But I dooonnn wanna have sex with Eric and Skipper, just you
and maybe Peggy!"

  "That's not going to be possible, Jerome."

  "I'm not gay, Jerome, I am just a therapist with experience
working with young men like yourself."

  "As I was saying before I was interrupted" Mary shooting me a
justified dirty look "Dr.. Chaim has come up with a plan to help
you. Part of the plan is you being with me, yes, and maybe Peggy,
and definitely Eric. We won't do anything, -any-thing-, to hurt
you, promise, We only want to heal you. But you must trust us,
and let us guide you through the treatment process."

  "And I can say no anytime?"

  "During therapy, no, you can't say 'no' to a specific
procedure. That is the truth.  But you can say you want to quit
treatment at any time, and you're free to do so. But think about
it, Jerome. During treatment, we'll have lots of great times
together. Whaddya say?"

  He thought for a moment before nodding "yes".

  "Can have another 'treatment' tonight, Mary?"

  "Sure, but it's getting late, and we all need to go home, it's
been a long day. Sure, a little 'treatment' and then you'll have
to wait until later in the week for another one. Is okay?"

  "Sure!"

  Mary plopped him on the deck and gave him a quick five minute
hummer as the rest of us watched a little bored but more tired
perhaps. It had been a long day.

  I called the Parkstone and the hotel shuttle van was waiting
for him out front by the time we walked out with him and secured
the office behind us, waving to him as he made his way into the
dusk but maybe also his new dawn. Time to go home.

  ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

  It was seven o'clock by then and we had another long day
tomorrow and hadn't eaten yet. Peggy, God please bless this slave
of mine, somehow had found time to put a potroast and some canned
potatoes and carrots in an oven bag and had it slow-cook all day
long in the oven. It smeellllled wonderful, and even what was
left after the Goulds had gotten to it first tasted superb. We
four, Peg and Mar' and Skip' and myself, finished what was left
off. I needed a beer. I seldom drink, but I had had a very long
day, and wanted a Michelob. There none to be found, the usual
single six-pack the fridge being gone. Absentmindedly I went to
the backporch to look in the extra fridge out there and found
none and also noticed Emily's car was gone from it's usual spot
at a wide place in the alley.

  I darted through the house looking for Emily. She shouldn't
have gone anywhere. Then I noticed six empty Mich' bottles on the
coffee table in the living room. I buzzed the Goulds' upstairs
and asked if they knew where Emee had gone. They she left about
half an hour ago, but didn't know to where. I thought about
driving around to find her, but told myself to calm the fuck down
first. She probably just went out to get more beer.

  Sitting down on the couch and flipping to Court TV, I heard the
backdoor open and knew Emee was home. She came to the living room
where I was sitting, Mary having gone upstairs to change and get
ready for an early bedtime, and didn't say a word to me as she
plopped down on the other end of the couch. Streaks in her
make-up told me she had been crying, and hard.

  "What's wrong, Emmeee?" no answer, then silence for moment more
"Eeemmeee, what's wrong? Aren't you my wife? Tell your husband
what's wrong."

  "I'm your Wife Number Two, and no, nothing's wrong."

  I swear, even polykinetic bodyworking women in their heart of
hearts are just women too, after all, and my Emily was sure as
hell was acting like a typical woman.

  Moving to hold her closer, she just wrapped her arms around me
as we sat on the couch and began to barely sob.

  "Oh Eric, my dear sweet Eric, I don't think I can do this
anymore, I really don't."

  "Hu? What happened today, tell me?"

  "Oh, nuthin', every-frigging-thing, that's all. You know I've
never really enjoyed working kids like you do."

  "I know, Honey."

  "And before you picked me as your partner in Raleigh, I did
enjoy working with men, I mean   -really-   enjoyed working with
men, but now, I don't know, everything's so different" her sobs
leaking tears all over my shirt as she sniffled on "this time, I
don't know, the men just don't seem as, as, I mean to say,
they're not as nice. Not a single one even told me 'thank you'
today for their treatments, except one. And not a single one
wanted to fuck me, all they wanted were their handjobs and
blowjobs."

  "Well, Honey, this is Maine, not the South, not Raleigh, and
people, men, are just a little different up here, they're more
reserved with their feelings both good and bad, that's all."

  "Really?" her voice rising as she leaned back to look me in my
eyes.

  "Yeah, I really think so. Was your whole day bad?"

  "No, there was there one client."

  "Uh-hu"

  "An older gentleman in his fifties. Twenty years ago he had
lost both his wife and daughter in a car accident while he was
driving; they were killed but he wasn't scratched, and because of
the guilt he hadn't been able to get an erection since."

  "Uh-hu, go on."

  "He couldn't even get a tiny bit of one with me, even letting
him do as he wished with me."

  "Yeah?"

  "Yeah. Then I got an idea. I called up to the house and asked
if Gail was free. She was. She came down and I had her be a
therapy model for him. I let him touch and kiss her as he wished,
too. He said she looked a lot like his daughter that died, that
he blamed himself for. While he sat on the edge of the bed, I
played with his cock and let him touch Gail as he liked. That
turned him on and while he didn't get a full hard, he did rise to
half-mast, and she and I both sucked him a little though he
didn't come, he did thank us both."

  "See there! That's a real positive. It'll just take time, Hon',
that's all. You're one gorgeous broad, wifey, and don't worry,
your clients will come around, that won't be a problem."

  "Promise? You really think so?"

  "I know so. Feel better now?"

  "Uh-hu."

  "Did the Goulds do any recreational when they got home? Did you
join them?"

  "Nope, they went upstairs, and I drank all your beer, sorry."

  "Don't worry about the beer. They didn't do any freeplay at
all?"

  "Nope, not a lick, so to speak."

  "They know after work we all need to wind down with some
freeplay recreational sex."

  "I know they know that, and you know they know that, and they
know they know that, but they didn't do any freeplay, just went
upstairs, though Gail did come back down and she and I played a
little bit while I drank your beer, Hon-ey."

  "Gail sounds like she's a real special girl."

  "Yeah, she is. And she tastes good, too, especially when she's
on her period like today!" followed by a little hiccup.

  "Let's get you to bed."

  Getting up off the couch, Mary was right behind us. She
evidently heard most of the conversation. Good. I'm glad she did.

  Emily wasn't drunk but was tipsy, almost throwing up in the
elevator before we made it to the our bedroom. Mary took her to
the shower in the one full bath on our floor across the hall to
try to get her wet and sober her up a bit.

  Peggy sat down in a chair beside mine in the office adjacent to
my bedroom and went over the day's past details. She had two
plumbers out today, told them what she wanted, and she got one
price of $23,000 and one for $24,600 to add two new full baths,
one per 2nd and 3rd floor, plus a new 80 gallon hot water heater
in the basement plus circulating pump, the hot water currently
coming from the heating boiler which explained an unlimited
amount of hot water but also a $400 fuel oil bill for the past
month. I told her to pick one. She also showed the rough-drawn
floor plan which one had drawn up for his proposal, which clearly
showed a new full bath off my bedroom and a new walk-in closet,
but at the expense of the spare bedroom on our side of the hall,
and a similar arrangement on the 3rd floor. Sacrificing two
bedrooms we might need to house future colleagues, but screw it.
I told her to go with that one. The plan also showed a surprise,
that our house wasn't three combined but actually two, with the
third part us never being incorporated into the living space. She
said she had called Dr. Mike and he told her that he was using
that for storage of personal and business stuff. That would
explain why this supposed three-wide Victorian only had the floor
space of a double-combined. Fuck him. I could put any future
employees over there. Fuck him indeed. Problem solved, and we now
had more usable space since we didn't have to worry so much about
room.

  A nude Mary and Emily came back in with damp hair and a smile
on Emily's face.

  "I really am in love with you, do love you so much, you know
that doncha' Eric?" she said with slight beer breath and
passionate kiss on my waiting lips as Mary slid her around to the
bed.

  "I love you too, my love."

  "Hic!" she burped as she lay down with Mary.

  I scooted between them as they lay together, taking my spot in
the middle.

  Peggy left and came back nude, save an old futon mattress and a
couple of pillows and a blanket, folding the futon up and placing
it on the floor at the foot of my bed.

  "What the fuck do you think you're doing, Peggy? Go back to
your room, we need to sleep."

  She gave me the most sad, utterly hang-dog look anyone has ever
given me, sulking "all I'm doing is wanting to be with my Master.
 Is that too much for a slave to ask of her Master?" she pouted
with lower lip curling out at me, almost getting ready to cry
because I wanted her to go back to her own room. I had enough of
crying women for one night.

  "Oh, okay, but just tonight" she and I both knowing that was a
whopper of a lie if I ever told one "but you stay there, no five
AM wake up blowjob calls understand, and if you snore too loudly,
you're still back to your room, got it, slave?"

  "Yes Master, I got it" she replied with whimsical glee, shaking
her boobs at me before laying down on her cotton futon at the
foot of my, our bed "anything Master wants during the night, all
he has to do is say so and his slave is right for him ready to
please him. Good night, Master."

  "Good night."

  Silence for about five minutes then both Emily and Mary stirred
some. Shit. I just wanted to sleep.

  "Honey?"

  "Yes Darling, Wife Number One, what is it?"

  "Just for tonight, could Emee sleep in the middle between us? I
think she needs both our cuddling warmths tonight, don't you?"

  "Sure. Whatever you say, Honey Bunch, as long as you both let
me sleep. Goodnight" I gently fussed I rolled over Emily and let
her half-awake roll to the middle to sleep between us.

  "Good night, my Master" my equal in all things Mary playfully
quipped back at me.

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