I went to the clinic and checked in for my appointment. I had prepared myself to be interviewed by someone who might be cold and judgemental, or at le...ast clinical. Instead, the petite blonde nurse who did my questionnaire was so friendly, so enthusiastic. She couldn't have been older than 24. Her eyes sparkled as she told me about the possibilities, and her smile was so disarming. The clinic certainly did a brilliant job getting her to brief clients for this procedure: it must practically have. She looked back at the bed and it was obvious no one else had heard, she thought she was going nuts but then the voice said, "Headphones girl, you are the only one that can hear me right now because you're using them." Where are you," Pam said a little confused."Close whatever window you're working on now and tell me if you can see me?"As Pam did this Jeffrey said from the bed where he was screwing Cathy's twat, "Did you say something Pam?" Pam don't say anything yet, we want to surprise them. She was an only child and now was the only one left from her family.John found her to be a bit tragic. She was obviously lonely and, apart from the few friends she nurtured, had no-one with which to share her life. Although she conveyed no dissatisfaction, he felt sorry for her position.Eventually, she asked him if he did private work and, if so, would he be interested in fixing a few things in her flat. John, being the affable guy, he was, accepted and arranged to meet her to view what needed. He got off on testicular pain, or to be more precise the fantasy of testicular pain. It was a dark secret he kept from everyone he knew, to an extent even himself. His face froze as he just wasn’t sure what to say. Dana could read him quite well. She turned back to the door, closed, and locked it. “Take your clothes off.” She smiled. Not grinned, but smiled. There was a difference. A grin would suggest some anticipation, maybe a touched of sadism. But this was just a smile, a cautiously.