"Could I have some water?" How do you feel?" Is that a rhetorical question?"She laughed."Can I ask you a question?" I said."Will it be rhetorical?"I s...miled. I had an ornery nurse. I think I liked her because of that. She was about fifty years old and looked oddly familiar."What am I doing in the hospital?" You were in an auto accident. You're lucky to be alive." I do feel like I was hit by a truck." You were." Is the truck's nameplate imprinted on my body? I hurt everywhere." The pain will go. My best friend at that time lived on the other side of town in a large 3 storey Victorian terraced house. His parents were regular churchgoers and considered pillars of the community. My friend's father (I'll call him Mr Webster) was straight laced, or so I thought. He had his own study, furnished in period style to match the house. Mrs Webster dressed well, always in dresses or skirts, and wore hosiery often, something my eye was drawn to even at that tender age. My friend's brother was rather. So I was so anxious about the weekend. I even bought a new outfit that would be appropriate for that club. After work Thursday evening I went to the Mall and purchase a lovely floral summer dress it was very thin. It had two very thin straps on each shoulders, a deep V neckline , scoop out back which stop about two inches above my waist, the skirt of the dress was a semi flare and fall just above my knees. I choose that dress because I didn't want anything getting in the way of me enjoying. She returned andsaid, "Yes my dear, we are almost there, God I am so hot, please, give mesome more earth shattering screams."And with that she snaked the whip into position on the floor, and soslowly and deliberately shook it a couple of times while stroking her slitagain before she reared back with her arm and unleashed a stroke thatslashed right into the small of my back and curled around to my far sideand popped so loud that I thought I was shot, and felt like a searingbulled had hit me. My.