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| December 14 2001 Friday My father took me to see the doctor, as threatened. He told him that he caught me wearing a pair of my mother's knickers on my head and the doctor took my blood pressure. While he was taking it I asked him if there was any ailment whereby he didn't take the patient's blood pressure first, possibly an ingrowing toenail or a hump back, and my father told me to shut it before he hit me again. I said I thought he wouldn't be hitting me again, since he apologised the last time he hit me, and he said that was before I'd asked my mother how big his dick was. So that's why he changed his mind! On hearing what my father said the doctor started to explain to him that size doesn't matter and my father told him to mind his own bleeding business and that he hadn't come here to be lectured about the size of cocks but to get my bloody head sorted out, and the doctor took his blood pressure. My father didn't like it, but the doctor insisted, pointing out that my father's face was by now as red as a beetroot, which was far from normal. Then the doctor asked me a few questions before declaring that my behaviour was far beyond his scope - which didn't surprise me at all since if he's never heard of an Atomic Kitten he can't know all that much - and that he would make arrangements for me to be examined by a psychiatrist. |