It was just a precaution.Josephine (Joey) Murphy, M.D was admitted to the room in which Alex was being held. The eminent psychiatrist was an expert in... traumatized women. She had helped hundreds of battered women rebuild their lives. The medical staff that had been observing their new patient were disturbed and concerned about her. Dr. Murphy had offered to consult. They accepted.The doctor scanned the room. It was sterile and bare, like every other room in every other psych ward she'd even been. “I was jealous. You and Janie Heatherton. What was I thinking?”“We were young.” Ryan started the obvious. “We had no chance. Hard to believe we lasted as long as we did sometimes.”He stopped, looked at her and realized she was remembering as well.“Maybe.” she considered. “But I didn’t come here because it was all bad. We sure were young though. Thinking of this place, I always think of the children’s story, Babes in the Wood.”“We weren’t abandoned.” He vaguely recalled the story.“No. Not by. The aroma and texture of theleather sofa was intoxicating and I was vaguely aware that we were playing his game.Hedove into my nether lips, and drew circles on my clit with his hard, pointy, tongue.Hestopped to blow air on my tender bud, and then, started all over again. I gasped in staccato.Crack!The crop came down hard on my upturned nipple and Iscreamed in shock and pain. "Not until I say"he mumbled. That didn't stop me from trying. His finger wormed its way into my rosebud, one knuckle at a. As she slides the dress up her legs, and over her barely there hips with her top half completely exposed, I can not help but stare.. I can feel myself getting totally turned on. I don’t think it’s exactly right for me to feel sexually attracted to my female best friend. My best friend who is practically my sister. But it’s pretty much how I’ve always felt. And on a few occasions I was able to indulge in my fantasy. Of course that was just us being girls, practicing how to make out, or we were a.