The patient is tearful and crying constantly.She also appears to be depressed. (Ya think?)6. Healthy appearing decrepit 69-year old male, mentally ale...rt but forgetful. (How's that again?)7. Occasional, constant infrequent headaches.(Well, I'm glad we've got that timeline straight.)8. Rectal examination revealed a normal size thyroid. (Rectal? Thyroid? OMG!)9. Both breasts are equal and reactive to light and accommodation. (Huh?)10. Skin: somewhat pale but present. (Could be very messy. She filled the pint glass and chugged half of it.“Be careful. You don’t want to fill up too much. He will probably want you to drink more even once your bladder is bursting.”“Ok. What should I wear?”“You’re already wearing jeans, which is perfect. You can wear whatever you want on top. I usually go topless, but you don’t-“ Jill’s shirt was already on the floor and her hands were twisted behind her back undoing her bra. “My husband is going to freak when he sees you.”“Why? My breasts aren’t. We talked about cultural integrity and survival within a pluralistic society. She told me about growing up Indian in London. We had so much to talk about, and soon it felt like we were old friends just catching up. We drank countless cups of coffee and cocoa, respectively, for which I was all too happy to pay. Finally at around 10pm, feeling that the intake of any more liquid and caffeine would cause permanent damage, we took our leave of the charming little café and headed out into the cool. Bernard cupped his left palm and smacked it with the belt as hard as he could, making a loud sharp sound. It reminded Michele of a firecracker on the Fourth of July, or a car backfiring, or even a gunshot!She winced when that sound rang through her ears because she knew it was the same sound the leather strap would make when it struck her ass. “Bend over the foot of the bed, woman!” Bernard commanded. She turned her back to him and moved her feet far apart on the bedroom floor. Keeping her.