I saw her again when she was in the parking lot, trying to get her groceries into her car. That was when one her bags broke. That led to a chain react...ion; while the one bag broke, another one fell over, spilling all her groceries into the parking lot. Thinking to do her a favor, I quickly emptied my own groceries into my trunk, and took my now empty bag and went to help her."Hi, may I help you?" Does it look like I need help?"Ouch! It seems that I need some practice with my disarming smile. Her. I created a fake diploma for the wall and put on a lab coat and stetha scope around my neck.I got my first call around noon from Joan Caraway. She was a 35 years old and had 3 k**s and it had been 4 years since her last breast exam. She made a appointment for 2pm and I gave her directions to my office. About 5 minutes later I got another call form Cindy Phillips who was going to college in the fall and needed an exam before starting her first semester. She was coming in a 5pm and my last exam. He treated her with the same vulnerable respect that she unwillingly felt toward him.“You don’t understand,” he whispered. “I won’t hurt you.”“Not again,” Mrs. Weed interrupted. “You’ve already done your share.”“It was a mistake.” Ryan stepped closer. Rebecca sought and clutched her purse. She could feel the tempting shape of the knife beneath the soft fabric of the bag. “I don’t know what came over me. We needn’t be enemies. We are cildru of the same ... of the same Mother. We could be. ” He said as pulled her over his lap and fished for his wooden paddle. Her eyes widened as she saw it, a faint hint of fear in her eyes he smiled a wicked sadistic smile.“1, thank you Domly one, may I have another? 2, thank you Domly one, may I have another? 3, thank you Domly one, may I have another?” she said as the swats rained down on her ass cheeks.He stopped briefly to feel how wet she was getting and reminded her why she was getting punished. Then he continued with 2 more swats.Meanwhile.