Personal Diary Of Dr. Cindy Cox
FantasyPersonal Journal of doctor Cindy Cox, Behavioral therapist and Psychologist
Aug 15th - Doctor Davis has asked me to occupy over a couple of his patient while he honeymoons in capital of France. It was a beautiful hymeneals, tastefully done. While Chris and I have had our ups and pile, I think Beverly will be well for him. Tall and statuesque, and just dumb enough not to argue too much. That was one of our precipitation, neither one of us could take on to being wrong. We could get past that, even laugh about it, as Quaker. As more than that ... not so much. So, he moved on and found her and I have Ted. When he 's in township and when I 'm not too wrapped up in my own work. Still, he fits what I need, when I need it..almost. Anyway, so I have two new patient role to look after for the future couple of calendar month ( yes, calendar month ! Sometimes I really hate him ! ). I 'm expecting his federal agency to send off me the particular later this week.
August 17th - I got the dossiers on Chris 's affected role today. Maria Jenkins, 48, widowed housewife, continuing economic crisis. 48 milligram Wellbutrin daily. Nothing too exciting there. Just the kind of meal-ticket patient Chris would take on. But this next event, I must admit, is a bit connive : President Benjamin Harrison Horsecooc ( there 's a post-it annotation in Chris 's handwriting saying it 's pronounced `` Horsecook '' and to keep back my head out of the gutter with a smiley. The nerve of him sometimes ! ), 26, warehouse laborer, socially withdrawn, boundary line autistic ( not sure as shooting how that was determined ). 500 mg Triethynitrate daily. ( What ? ! Is he serious ? Why so much ? ) Three counts Indecent Exposure and world Indecency, in all three cases, the charges were dropped by the DA 's place. ( And I voted for her, too ! ) Not the common for Chris at all..Ah ! `` Relegated custody to Court-appointed shrink '', that explains it ! Looks like putting your name in among the Legal bunch resulted in more than you bargained for, eh, Chris ?
Aug 26th - First encounter with Mr. Horsecooc. Very shy. Seemed slightly put-off that I was a womanhood. When pressed as to why, he explained that `` women get him in problem ''. I can see why mortal thought he might be autistic, as his speech pattern are similar, however, I do not discover any other signs of Autism. Did n't want to push too hard, since he was already uncomfortable, though he did say his medication was running low and that he wanted a new pre***********ion. I gave him a new one for 250 milligram instead. He seemed much happier once I gave him the pre***********ion gaffe, saying he was afraid of `` getting in trouble again ''. I asked him why, he said when he does n't take his practice of medicine, people are average to him, say bad things to him and then the law seed. I asked him about the times when the police had come, why they were there. He only said that he did n't recollect why they had came, over and over again. I changed the national back to his work, which he likes to talk about. A lot. I know it 's not professional person to ignore one 's patients, but I 'm only homo. I can only listen so long about forklifts and how many cases of motor oil fit in a 3 lbs. box. Note : margin call foreman for incidents at work.
August 29th - Interesting confabulation with Mr. Johnson, the storage warehouse Manager where Mr. Horsecooc works. He said that Harrison was a great proletarian, that he wished he had ten more like him. When asked how he interacted with his co-worker, he said that at first off they teased him, mostly about his last epithet ( understandable, I guess ), but that after a fight with one of them eight months ago, they leave him alone now. Supposedly, one of the men 's girlfriends came by during their dejeuner hour, asked Harrison were her swain was and he offered to show her. Instead, he showed her the inside of a Scots heather W.C., where they were found two hour later, still `` going at it '' as Mr. Andrew Johnson put it. The fellow, confronting the pair, was told it was over between the two of them by the now Ex-girlfriend. Of course, this led to a physical affray between the two men, in which President William Henry Harrison proceeded to knock the Boyfriend unconscious without missing a metre, or thrust, as it were, according to the story. The Police were called, the Boyfriend taken to the infirmary and `` Harry '' was taken away. Shortly afterwards, the fellow dropped the assault direction, causing the DA to accept a plea-bargain, which is where I assume is how Chris got him. Now, having met Harrison, I ca n't see him physically assaulting mortal, even in self-defense, nor engaging in intimate behavior with a stranger. While physically, he is More than capable as far as the assault ; his medical chart putting him at 6'2 '', 224 lbs. with 5 % soundbox fat, I simply ca n't see his behavior being anything former than to run away from such a confrontation. banker's bill to self : Engage Rex Harrison about this incident.
September 2nd - My receptionist, Sherri, informed me that Harrison called, asking to see me as soon as potential. While normally I would n't have such a postulation, I felt I owed it to Chris not to ignore his patient role when they are pleading for aid. I called him back and arranged to meet at 05:00 p.m. Another rule I found myself breaking : No appointee later than 03:00 p.m. He showed up 15 bit late and said there was an issue on the bus he took to arrive from the Warehouse. I asked him why he needed to see me today instead of his scheduled appointment on the 12th. He said it was because the medicine was n't working and that he needed to get the right medicine. I tried to explain to him that Dr. Davis had made a misunderstanding, that he had given him too high a dosage. President Benjamin Harrison insisted, saying it was the only when way to restrain the `` Bad matter '' away.
I pushed him, asking him to tell me more about the `` Bad Things ''. He said he did n't like talking about it, that it `` gave him bad dreaming ''. Now we 're getting somewhere ! This could mean a variety of thing. I gave him a new pre***********ion, only this time for 150 milligrams. I need to see where this goes. Again, he seemed relieved and this time, actually hugged me before leaving. I never noticed before, but he smelled so good ! Felt estimable, too ! Strong and Manly ...
September 3rd - Ted texted me this morning, saying he got delayed in Dallas and would n't work it back this weekend. I texted him back saying it was okay, but, in truth, it was n't. I do n't do it why, but I 've been so hornlike today. I had a aspiration that Ted and Chris double-teamed me in my office ! I could n't get it out of my mind, that image of me spread all-encompassing on my desk, my chief hanging off the edge, my legs on Ted 's shoulder and Chris in my sassing, ejaculating at the same time, filling me up, Oh, God ! I 'm going to go for a run, try to get over these feelings ...
September 4th - Chris called me this evening to check on how I was doing with his affected role. Apparently, Harrison has called his answering table service no to a lesser extent than 12 times in the live on two week, asking when Dr. Dwight Filley Davis will be back. I assured him that everything was fine. While his reception was sceptical, he said he trusted my judgement ( well, thank you for minor favors ! ). I asked him how thing were in French capital. He said they were now on the Rivera ( Bastard ! ) and that things were great. Thanks to an uncle or something of hers, they 'd been invited to stick around another three weeks and would I be okay with holding on to his patient role that much longer. I told him I was, that I honestly wanted to help get to the derriere of William Henry Harrison 's pillow slip. He said when he got back, he would try to find oneself somebody to occupy Harrison over for him permanently as he did n't retrieve he was best suited for him and, of course, to `` get him off my helping hand '' ( Typical for him, to require to just dump a patient instead of trying do his job ! ). I told him I thought I was making actual progression, and that I might just keep him. This caught him off-guard. `` procession, how ? ``, he asked. I told him that I was slowly weening Harrison off the ridiculous sum of Triethynitrate he was giving him and I swear, I could find out him start to hypervenalate. `` You did what ! ? ``, he almost screamed ! Now, I could get word Beverly in the ground asking what was wrong. `` You 've got to put him back on it, Cyn ! I mean it ! The solid 500 ! '' I told him he was over-reacting, that he was lucky he was n't being sued for malpractice. He did n't break and honestly, I 'd never seen him get this worked up over a patient before, ANY patient ! Finally, just so he wouldn't cut his honeymoon short and come back, I told him I would and he started to cool off down. I almost was willing to do it, honest and then he said `` All you had to do was babysit for a few week, but NO-oooh, you had to get all clinical, did n't you ? '' That did it. `` Enjoy your holiday '', I said, flatly, `` do n't worry, I 'll do exactly what you 've asked. '' `` Alright, Cyn, thank you ! '' `` Do n't observe it '', I said, hanging up. Like Hell, I would ! I 'd shew him ! I then called the pharmacy where Harrison had filled the former pre***********ion. I told them to put a bank bill on his platter to decline any further refills without my favorable reception. I 'd cure President William Henry Harrison Horsecooc if it 's the last thing I did !
Sep 8th - After three daytime of almost hourly requests from the pharmacy to fill again Benjamin Harrison 's pre***********ion, and at least 30 messages both to Sherri and my own mobile phone speech sound ( He must throw gotten it from Sherri ), I finally relented and called back the pharmacy to earmark the refill. Strangely, I never heard anything back. Our next appointment was scheduled for Monday, the 12th. I 'm sure as shooting everything will be fine. I even asked Sherri if Harrison had called back and she told me she hadn't heard from him since yesterday. I asked her to phone him, just to make certain he knows he could get his refill.
September 9th - Sherri called in sick, said she was out in last night 's rain when her car broke down and had to wait for a bus. She said she figured she caught a cold and would be back on Monday. In six long time, Sherri has never called in. I told it was would be amercement, but to be honest, I 've heard Sherri unhinged before, and she still came into the office. She did n't sound retch this morning. Also, Sir Rex Harrison 's manager, Mr. LBJ, called. President Harrison had n't shown up to work for the past workweek. I advised him that I had not seen him, either, nor did I think it was wise to shout out the police force, as that would only upset him further. I told Mr. Lyndon Johnson that we had an fitting on Mon and that if he did not read, then I would inform the authorities.
September 11th - Ted surprised me yesterday. After our last conversation, I did n't know when or if he would be back. God, I had missed him ! Even to a greater extent than I think I realized ! He showed up at my threshold Saturday morning and we did not bequeath the sleeping accommodation until 04:00 p.m. today ! The thing is, I thought that seeing Ted would help, but it did n't ... I 've been so Horny lately, I 've had to buy impertinent stamp battery twice in the last week ! And I know why ... I had requested the catch records for Rex Harrison for his anterior `` incidents ''. Each fourth dimension, he had been caught having sex in public. The first off prison term, on the bus with a co-ed from a local community college. The next sentence, with a fragrance riposte girlfriend, offering sample distribution. Both times, the women had to be literally pulled away from him, professing their undying love. After being away from his bearing, it was like the women had been drugged. They complained of concern and as one of the young ladies put it, `` a really hot dreaming, with an astonish guy ''. They had no reminiscence to the effect actually happening. While Ted eternal rest, I ca n't terminate thinking about Harrison, or as the adult female called him : `` Harry, Harry Horsecock '' ...
September 12th - Sherri did n't bear witness up for work again today. I called her apartment and got not answer. I called her cubicle and her usual salutation had changed. Sir Rex Harrison 's voice came on, saying that Sherri could n't derive to the phone, she was too busy cumming on his cock. Indeed, I could get a line her moaning and almost screaming in the background along with a phone I knew too well from this weekend with Ted : the sound a bed makes when two people are fucking up a tempest. creaking, headboard banging, the works. Just before the beep, I could hear, loud and clear, Sherri say : `` Fuck me, Mr. Horsecock ! Fuck me and never stop ! ''. I thought about calling the constabulary, but what could I say ? My secretary is fucking one of my affected role, cause them hold back ? I still had some of his 500 milligram dosage of Triethynitrate here in the office staff. If I could get him to keep his fitting, I should be capable to get him to take them and then everything will be okay. He just called, seemed he got my figure from Sherri 's cell. He 's on his way to continue our appointment.
Sep 18th - affectionately Diary, Hee Hee ! This is neat ! It 's like, I talk and it types on the screen ! Stupid Chris came back today and tried to spoil all our fun ! But Mr. Horsecock put a stop to that real quick ! BAM ! One punch and he was down for the count ! I almost had to stop sucking, but thankfully, I was able-bodied to get him ready for Sherri. I love Sherri ! She 's like the kid sister I never had ! We never used to really talk before, you know ? But now, we got scads to peach about ! Like composition, clothes, how well Mr. Horsecock fucks us, how commodity Mr. Horsecock smells, how very much we both love it when he shoots his hot warhead in us, you know, girl stuff ! Mr. Horsecock says he 's got a commercial enterprise architectural plan in mind, to put us girls to work. I dunno what that means, but I 'm sure it 'll be fun !
October 8th - earnest diary, sorry it 's been so retentive since I 've had a prospect to write ! Mr. Horsecock had to run us to Las Vegas. I love it here ! It 's sooo pretty ! We 're making motion-picture show, the three of us ! Me, Sherri and Bevy ! That 's rightfulness ! You do n't about her. Bevy used to be with that Silly Chris guy, you member him, right ? But now, she 's with Mr. Horsecock and who could find fault her ? Mr. Horsecock is the director and he films us with former both each other as well as other `` Stunt tool '', but they aint the same as Mr. Horsecock 's cock ! As long as Mr. Horsecock keeps taking charge of us and fucks us, we 'll never impart !
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