I thought about going to the A&E Department at the local hospital but couldn't face the thought of all the drunks and d**g addicts and criminals that ...are always there. Then I remembered someone mentioning a doctor who would see people out of hours. He was expensive but very good, I had been assured. I dug in my handbag and found his number. His name was Dr Byron Mohle.My hands were shaking as I dialled his number. A deep, calm voice answered. I explained my problem. He said it sounded serious. Every drop of pre-cummm to pass between my lips. I was beyond wanting him to fuck me. I needed him to. I needed to have him remind me of what men and women were made for. To bring me to the very brink of existence and let it all explode into a shimmering mishmash of lust and sweat. Now get on the bed and spread your legs for me. he said. Yes sir.. I purred as I climbed into my satiny bed and spread myself wide for him. I wanted him to look at me. I laid there brazenly exposed and I was loving. As her kiss became feverish,as her tongue invaded his mouth he found himself exploring the length ofit through her skirt.She dressed him for her bed in an old-fashioned nightdress - a longfront-buttoning gown of soft cotton lawn. And Norman watched as sheunbuttoned her uniform shirt. His eyes widened at the sight of herjutting bra-covered breasts. He became hot with lust as she unbuckledher shiny leather belt. Blushed as she pushed her skirt and waist slipover those incredibly wide hips. He. "It was the woman's turn to laugh gently. "My fault; it was a bit obvious, but I couldn't resist the temptation to flash you a little! I'm Robyn, by the way."I introduced myself and wondered if the evening wasn't taking a turn for the better already.She returned with the two beers and I offered to pay. "Nope; this one's on me," said Robyn, "as long as I can join you." She sat opposite me, with as much decorum as the skirt would allow."God!" I thought, "it's barely legal."The unavoidable view.