Orgasm Therapy, Chapter 3

by Pulsar

"Oh my!" gasped Nurse Amy at Katie's antics of desperation. "So... you... uh... like that game?" she stammered. "Well, why don't you tell Dr. Lambert all about it."

But Katie only slapped her own bare buttock again, quite briskly this time. "Katie bad girl!" she shouted.

And thus feeling a rush of adrendline, Amy stepped closer. She reached out and gently touched that smooth pale flesh stretched tightly over her bare buttocks. Katie gasped and moaned at the very sensation of Amy's soft caress. "So you like playing 'naughty girl?'" said Amy, just before lightly slapping Katie's bare rump.

"Ooooh!" gasped Katie as she thrust forward a little.

Amy gave another slap, this time slightly harder. In reply, Katie reached between her own legs and gave her swollen nether flower a rub to sooth the longing tingling feeling within. "C'mon, honey. We've got to go to room twelve. Dr. Lambert wants to check you."

"Katie bad, bad girl!" cried Katie again, yet Amy slowly guided her to the wheelchair.

"Let's see what Dr. Lambert says about this," coaxed Amy as she rolled her out of the room. Naturally, she wasted no time rolling her down the hall to room twelve where Dr. Lambert had been waiting.

And once they coaxed her onto the exam table, she rolled over on her belly. "Katie very bad girl!" she said again as she hiked up her gown.

"My, my, my!" gasped Dr. Lambert in surprise a she wildly made notes in the chart. "If nothing else, she's very responsive! Well, let's start by getting her temperature along with a vitals strip."

With that, Amy began to hook up the EKG as Rachael produced the rectal thermometer and began to lube it up. "Okay, honey. Relax for us."

Yet once Katie felt the bulb tickling about her rectal opening, she reached back and parted her own buttocks again to allow ease of entry. She let out a gasp as the familiar sensation of the cold glass slowly slid down deep inside her. And once in place, she instinctively began to hump against the exam table in slow thrusts. She took deep breaths as the thermometer tickled her deep within.

"Very good, Katie," said Dr. Lambert as she made some more notes. "You girls continue. I'll be in my office."

And though Dr. Lambert left the room, the two nurses continued with the treatment. Soon, Katie lifted her bottom up, the tip of the thermometer sticking out. "Katie bad girl!" she repeated once again.

"I see you want that game again," said Rachael as she reached for the thermometer and slowly pulled it out. Then, she began to gently rub those enticing, silky smooth bare buttocks. Katie let out a moan at the sensation of Rachael's fingers. Yet a few seconds later, Rachael slapped that tantalizing bottom again.

Katie gasped and moaned as she trust forward on the table. "Ooooh!" she cried. "Katie very bad girl!"

"Go one... do it a little harder," coaxed Amy.

"But it might hurt," protested Rachael.

"I think she wants it to hurt a little," assured Amy. "Go on! Do it!"

And thus Rachael raised her hand and let fly a boisterous 'SLAP!' on the luscious bottom. "Ooooh!" cried Katie. "Aaaah!" A hot pink spot appeared in her pale buttock, yet Katie briskly humped the padding on the exam table all the more. "B... bad girl!" stammered Katie as she presented her bottom again for another slap.

And thus Rachael obliged her. And soon Amy began to fondle those swollen pink lips that began to drool some girl juice down onto the paper covering. Between that, and Rachael's slaps and intermittent caresses on her bottom, it took very little time for Katie to reach her boiling point. Soon, she crossed the threshold of desire into pure ecstasy.

With a loud squeal, she burst into another massive orgasm. She breathed heavily as her body thrashed about during the contractions. After giving that red bottom one last smack, Rachael gently rubbed the sting out as Katie softly cooed while sucking her thumb.

"Well, that went over well," noted Amy. "I guess we better fill out the chart."

"That's her fourth one today," said Rachael, "and it's only one-forty-five in the afternoon! How many more treatments do we give her?"

"I think Dr. Lambert said six, but eventually wants eight orgasms from her on one shift!"

"Oh my!" gasped Rachael. "That's two more treatments before dinner! She's gonna be worn out!"

Meanwhile, Dr. Lambert sat at her desk in her office completing the reports and updating the medical charts. Yet before she closed Katie Ellison's file, she reached for the phone to ring her mother. "'Ello? Mrs. Ellison? Yes, this is Dr. Lambert! Yes... I just wanted to share the good news that your daughter is making progress... much faster than I'd expected, really."

"Oh, oh my! That's wonderful," said Mrs. Ellison on the phone. "I look forward to my visit!"

"And I look forward to 'having you,' I mean... to seeing you here!"

"Thank you, doctor."

"Er... tell me, Mrs. Ellison," continued Dr. Lambert. "Did you breastfeed your daughters?"

"Well... yes I did," replied Mrs. Ellison. "Why?"

"Tell me... did you ever... er... 'lubricate' when they were suckling your breasts? Did you experience vaginal wetness?"

"What?" snapped Mrs. Ellison on the phone, somewhat taken aback.

"Yes, Mrs. Ellison," continued Dr. Lambert. "Did you ever experience arousal while nursing your babies? Vaginal lubrication... clitoral erection... erotic thoughts?"

"Now really, Dr. Lambert. What's that gotta do with..."

"Everything, Mrs. Ellison. Do you experience emotional trauma over your Sapphic tendencies toward your daughter?"

"Well... of all things, I..."

"You'll never get over the grief if you can't come to grips with your subconscious," warned Dr. Lambert with authority. "Part of your grief comes from your subconscious memories of their lips suckling your breasts. You loved them and bonded with them as your own fluids from your mammary glands nurtured their bodies. You wanted to give them even more. You wanted your daughters to experience the thrilling orgasms you have known, and you wanted it to be from you! There's the old conflict within. It eats at you every day and is slowly killing you."

"Doctor... I... I..." mumbled Mrs. Ellison on the other end of the phone line.

"Mrs. Ellison, please listen," continued Dr. Lambert in a nearly hypnotic seductive voice. "I want you to rub your crotch... right now as we speak."

"Are you serious?"

"I'm very serious, Mrs. Ellison," assured Dr. Lambert as she spoke softly into the phone. "I want you to rub yourself until you orgasm. Feel those endorphins flow as your clitoris gets harder... and harder."

"I... I..."

"Are you rubbing yourself?" asked Dr. Ellison.

"I... y-yes..." gasped Mrs. Ellison.

"Good. Now rub harder, Mrs. Ellison. Think about your daughter's lips on your breasts as you nursed her."

"Oooh," gasped Mrs. Ellison over the phone.

"Aaaah, yeees! Yeeesss! We're getting closer, aren't we. Rub harder, Mrs. Ellison. Harder! Think of all those erotic thoughts you never dared to admit to yourself! Face your subconscious! Now... penetrate yourself! Deeper! Think of how it would have been had you been right their for your daughter's first orgasm! Think of all the things you would have done to her to make it happen. Think of what she would have felt as you touched her!" Then, she spoke just barely above a whisper, "Imagine her cries of ecstasy!"

"Ooooh... ooooh-gaaawwd!" cried Mrs. Ellison through the phone.

"Yes... good! Good!" coaxed Dr. Lambert softly into the phone. "Now... imagine how your daughter's tight vaginal muscles would have felt as they squeezed your finger just as she reached her very first climax!" Yet suddenly, she went silent, save for her desperate gasps of air as if she had just escaped a near-fatal strangling. Dr. Lambert even rubbed herself as she heard Mrs. Ellison's deep breaths that nearly sounded like an asthma attack. But finally, she could speak again. "Ooooh (-gasp-) Ooooh-gawd!"

"Good," whispered Dr. Lambert into the phone. "Very good, Mrs. Ellison! Now take a deep breath. Now tell me, did you cum? Is your body relaxed?"

"Oooh... yes... I'm relaxed," assured Mrs. Ellison, still in labored breathing.

"Of course you are," replied Dr. Lambert. "Now tell me... did you discharge any bodily fluids? Experience vaginal ejaculation?"

"I... I don't know I... oh, I'm really wet!"

"Jolly good, then. Now... take nap. Get some rest and see how you dream. See how you feel when you wake up. See how your next session of grief-counseling goes!"

"Yes, Dr. Lambert... if you say so," said Mrs. Ellison in total submission.

"Yes... yes..." whispered Dr. Lambert into the phone. "Do come by and see your daughter this weekend. Until then... rest well!"

"Uh... y-yes, Doctor Lambert."

"Au revoir, Mrs. Ellison!" And with that, she hung up the phone. She took a deep breath herself, before punching another button on her desk phone. "Nurse Amy, red line, please! Nurse Amy, red line!" her voice cried out over the ward's intercom. Moments later, Amy picked up a phone. "Nurse? Will you come to my office as soon as you are able, please?"

"Yes, doctor!" replied Amy.

Meanwhile, Rachael went back into the playroom where some of the girls were on the floor again under supervision of the other nurses taking notes. And as per doctor's orders, she approached Ashley who was busy combing the hair of a doll. "Ashley, honey. We need to go to room twelve for a bit."

"Aaaaw, now?"

"Yes dear," coaxed Rachael. "You can comb her hair when you get back."

"What are you gonna do? Gi'me a shot?"

"Oh no! No shots today," assured Rachael. "The doctor just wants me to... well... have a look at you."

"Will it hurt?" asked Ashley.

"Well no, it... er... won't hurt," promised Rachael. "We're just gonna do the same thing as before."

"Oh, check my pwivates? Well... okay! Felt kinda good."

And thus Ashley stood up and forgot about the doll for the moment. Nurse Rachael led her down the hall to the now famous room twelve. Ashley climbed upon the table without prompting as Rachael slid the stirrups into place. Soon, Ashley was in position, quite vulnerable. Yet the anticipation alone was enough to prompt her bald little nether lips into a swollen state of arousal. "Now, just relax for me, hon," coaxed Rachael.

"Okay, I'm re-waxed," assured Ashley with her speech impediment. And thus Rachael gently let a finger slide over her damp pink cunny. "Ooooh!" moaned Ashley as she twitched about. "Take my temperature!" she suddenly demanded.

"Your temperature?"

"Oh yes! I like the way it tickles in my... uh... bottom!"

"Oh my!"

 

Meanwhile, Amy gently knocked on the door to Dr. Lambert's office and then opened it. "You wanted to see me, doctor?" asked Amy as she entered.

"Ah yes. Close the door please... and lock it!"

"Yes, doctor."

"Have a seat," coaxed Dr. Lambert, pointing to the couch in her office. "I've completed your letter of recommendation for graduate studies. I see you wish to begin this fall semester, which would mean you'd be leaving me. You really know how to make a grown woman cry!"

Amy nervously grinned. "Well, you were my inspiration, doctor!" she said as she daintily sat down on the couch and crossed her legs in that short dress that barely covered her panties.

"How sweet of you, dear," replied Dr. Lambert as she took a seat on the couch next to her. "I'm also changing your shift schedule. I want you here early mornings and Rachael for the evenings. You two are my brightest understudies and I want each of you here during the patients' waking hours."

"Sure, doctor."

"And with that business done," she continued as she crossed her own legs, "How about we get a little philosophical?"

"What'd you mean?"

"Well...consider the old adage, 'If the barber shaves every man in town, then who shaves the barber?'"

"I'm not sure I understand," said Amy.

"Well..." said Dr. Lambert as she dared to pat Amy's bare thigh. "In other words, if the nurse stimulates the patients on the ward to orgasm, then who... stimulates the nurse?"

"Oh... oh my," gasped Amy as Dr. Lambert's skilled hands slowly caressed up and down her thigh.

"I mean... this dress," said Dr. Lambert quietly. "Much more charming than those lab scrubs. You look very beautiful! You and Rachael should wear these dresses from now on... won't you?"

"Well... if they're clean."

"Of course," whispered Dr. Lambert as she began to nibble on Amy's ear. "But I assure you, my thoughts right now are less than 'clean,'" she confessed. "Besides, your body is now aroused and therefore not in homeostasis. Before returning to your duties, your endocrine system should return to equilibrium."

Amy gasped as her eyes fell closed. Dr. Lambert's fingers seemed to find every sensitive nerve ending on her fleshy inner thighs. "Oh my!" she gasped.

"Yes," whispered Dr. Lambert. "Come to me!" With that, she gently forced Amy onto her lap. Soon, they faced each other as Dr. Lambert's hand slowly slid up that short white uniform dress and began to gently squeeze her panty-clad bottom. "Come now, darling! Give me a big 'O'!" whispered Dr. Lambert.

"Ooooh! Oooh!" moaned Amy as she rubbed her crotch into Dr. Lambert's. "Oh doctor, I'm sooo... soooooo.... horny!"

"Of course you are dear!"

And thus they tribbed away on the couch behind locked doors until they both reached quite a volcanic climax, which left a peculiar scent in the office.

Meanwhile, back in exam room twelve, Ashley closed her eyes and gasped as the cold glass bulb coated with gel slowly touched her puckered rectum. "Aaaah!" she moaned. Then, she felt it gently slide in. "Ooooh."

Rachael saw a slight grin appear on her patient's cute face as the thermometer rested deep inside her. "Just relax."

"Ooooh, that tickles," she said softly.

"I see," mumbled Rachael as she slowly twirled it one way, and then the other. "You like that?"

"Yeah, feels good," mumbled Ashley, never opening her eyes.

"Okay, just hold still as you can. You're gonna hear a buzz now." And with that, she switched on the vibrator. And as before, she began by teasing the inner thighs just right next to those swollen lips, before moving in on that tiny but hardened clit that peeked out from the hood. Yet once she made contact, Ashley cried out in ecstasy.

"Oooooh! Aaaaah! Ooooh!" she moaned aloud as she writhed and swayed her pelvis. "Oooooh nurse! That feels sooooo gooood! Keep doing it! Keep doing it! I wanna do this all day!"

"Relax honey," coaxed Rachael. "Just take deep breaths!"

And thus only a minute passed before Ashley was jerking her legs within the stirrups, now quite near the precipice. "Oooooh! Ooooh-gaawwd, it's gonna make me pee!" she cried out. Yet Rachael continued the treatment. Only a moment later, Ashley arched her back and rolled her head back as far as it would go with her mouth wide open. She let fly a loud shriek as her body jerked violently. The initial explosion sent a small jet of fluid spurting out from her little throbbing vagina. "Oooooh I'm peeing!" she squealed. "But it feels so good! I can't help it!"

"Just let it happen," coaxed Rachael.

And after about ten seconds, Ashley's massive orgasm began to diminish. And so Rachael turned off the vibrator and set it on a tray to be washed. She waited until Ashley calmed down before taking her feet out of the stirrups. And soon, Ashley rolled over on her side and began to suck her thumb as Katie had done. "Ooooooh," she sighed in contentment as she rolled up into a fetal position. Rachael gently caressed her back and soothed her hair. "That was a big one!" she said. "Didn't that feel good?"

"Oh... oh..." gasped Ashley. "It felt great," she confessed. "Are you gonna do that again?"

"Well... yes, we'll do it again," replied Rachael. "But for now, I'll take you to rest."

Meanwhile, back in Dr. Lambert's office, the two happenstance lovers sat on the couch recovering from their own orgasms they had recently had by way of each other. But finally, Dr. Lambert rose from the couch to light a scented candle to hide the female scents their activities had left lingering in the room. "You'll find my treatments quite effective! Now don't you feel renewed and restored?"

"Oh yes, doctor!"

"Jolly good! Now go make your rounds now like my good little girl... and tell Rachael I wish to see her in here!"

Amy grinned wickedly. "Will do," she assured as she slid her panties back into place.

"Oh... and nurse! Just because I'm staggering your work schedules, I'd recommend an occasional social encounter between you two on your own time."

"Sure doctor," replied Amy. "We've to the movies once or twice."

"Yes, but you both have heavy responsibilities here. Your bonding is crucial for your effectiveness. Therefore, I'd suggest that next time you two would stay in for the evening!"

"Well..."

"Nurse, next time, I'd recommend something more intimate and sensuous. You know what a '69' is? I want you two to try that!"

"Oh... uh... y-yes doctor," gasped Amy, taken by surprise. Nevertheless, she quit the office as Dr. Lambert stared with a devious grin at her leggy subordinate in her short little dress.

And thus later the afternoon, Amy sat in the playroom and from a distance observed Katie and Ashley at play. Katie showed more interest in interaction. Once again, she blurted her now-famous line, "Katie bad girl!" when Ashley held a plastic ruler in hand. And once again, Ashley obliged her in her play, assuming the role of a disciplinarian.

But soon Rachael came in the room with a rather dazed look in her face, having just emerged from Dr. Lambert's office. She stopped for a moment to stare at Amy who sat with her long bare legs crossed tightly as she watched the girl on the rug. She had contemplated her recent encounter with her supervisor. Like she had done with Amy, Dr. Lambert had mentioned the '69' to Rachael as well. And thus she stared in awe at her co-worker for a few moments before sitting down herself and crossing her stocky toned legs.

Suddenly, they both looked at each other rather awkwardly, before suddenly bursting into giggles. They had not spoken a word, yet each knew about the other's visit to Dr. Lambert's office and what had transpired. Furthermore, they knew of her suggestion for the both of them. "So... what are you doing Friday night?" asked Rachael just slightly above a whisper.

Amy chuckled bashfully. "Well... according to Dr. Lambert... I'll be doing you!"

By now, both girls blushed as they attempted to hide the nature of their discourse from their patients in the playroom. "Yeah," mumbled Rachael. "I mean... I've never really... y'know, thought about it like that but... well, y'know, there's no reason why we can't look forward to it."

Once again, Amy giggled, covering her mouth in chagrin. "Mmm, well... I guess you're right. Come to my place after your shift."

"I don't have a car? I live with my mom, remember? She drives me to work."

"Oh yeah," replied Amy. "You're just a little girl yourself!"

"Am not!"

"Am too!"

Once again, the nurses nearly giggled like high-schoolers had they not covered their mouths. "Well, I'll pick you up here at nine-thirty. Just don't forget an over-night bag."

"Okay, but I'm not sure how I'll explain this to mom," said Rachael.

"You're a big girl now! A career woman! What's to explain?"

And after the play on the rug had resulted in another orgasm for Katie, the nurses intervened to clean them both up, using typical hospital procedures for spilt bodily fluids.

When evening came and the late Autumn sun began to set, Dr. Lambert approached them both. "Girls, I'm leaving now. I have a meeting over at Indian Springs General. I want Katie and Ashley to each have one more treatment before your shifts end. Get some rest because your new schedules start tomorrow."

"Yes, doctor," they both assured.

"And recall that I meant everything I told you both in my office!" And with that, she buttoned her white lab coat, seized upon her briefcase and began to head for the security door that led out of the girls' ward.

After traversing the labyrinth of corridors, she reached the main entrance to the institution. There at the main security desk sat the ex-Navy security guard in uniform. Yet of all things, he had a needle and thread in hand, mending an article of clothing. "Edgar!" said Dr. Lambert, taking by surprise.

He jumped as if quite startled, quickly hiding his sewing. "Oh... Doctor Lambert!"

"Yes, I'm leaving now, Edgar. Though I hate to interrupt your sewing!"

"Oh well... uh... my girlfriend Selena ripped her soccer shorts and she has a game this Saturday and..."

"Ah yes," interrupted Dr. Lambert, taking note of a framed photo on his desk of a young Hispanic woman posing in a soccer uniform. "She's very beautiful, isn't she... and very strong... powerful... and dominating!"

"Oh, well..."

Suddenly, Dr. Lambert seized the photo for a closer look. "Such beautiful eyes, and what gorgeous toned muscular legs on her!" she noted.

"Oh yeah!" agreed Edgar as he reached or the key. "Would you like an escort to your car, Doctor?"

Yet Dr. Lambert ignored the question. "Do you have a picture of your mum? Let me see her picture."

"My mom? What for?"

Yet Dr. Lambert resumed her seductive and hypnotic voice. "Your mum, Edgar. Show me a picture of your mum!"

"Well..." he said as he took out his billfold. "I think I have mom's picture somewhere... are here she is."

Dr. Lambert seized it as well as she looked at it through her thin glasses. "Ah, yes! Of course!"

"Doctor?"

"You see Edgar, there's more than a wee resemblance between your mum and this football tart. 'Tis quite clear. You're a womb-worshiper! You cling to Selena because she's strong, brave and domineering, the very perfection of maternal leadership!" With that, she returned the pictures. "Tell me, your girlfriend is angry at you right now, isn't she? You've been shying away from commitment, haven't you! She wants to procreate! She wants to experience childbirth! She wants to settle down and raise children, but you're revisiting her! She won't hold on forever y'know!"

"Oh!" mumbled Edgar nervously now that it had appeared as if the good doctor had read his mind. "Do you require an armed escort to your car? It's getting dark out there, y'know."

"Ah yes! The ever-vigilant guardian of the womb! You're a veteran, aren't you? Served in the Navy!" she continued, looking at his Navy picture on his desk. "What'd you do in the Navy?"

"I was a diver, Doctor! I swam underwater and disarmed mines in the Persian Gulf!"

"Oh my! How stressful... and dangerous!" warned Dr. Lambert. "The constant tension forced many of your empathetic emotions to atrophy! It will slowly kill you, y'know!"

"Oh?" said Edgar nervously as he fumbled with the keys. "What do I do?"

"Well... the best thing you could ever do is bow to Selena's request. Surrender yourself to her and commit to her now... at once before it's too late and you slowly decay in to a pitiful state all alone! Marry her! And the sooner the better!"

"Oh, you really think that's the best thing? I mean... we've only known each other for..."

"You have a lifetime for that, dear! Go to her tonight and tell her that forever more, you are her property! You'll never regret it!"

"Well... if you say so, doctor!" And with that, he unlocked the main security door.

"Ah, that's a sweet boy!" she said as she patted him on the shoulder. "And just remember, it's very crucial that you learn to make her orgasm. A minimum of three a day keeps both body and mind healthy! On this your very life depends!"

"Uh... uh..." stammered Edgar, quite speechless over her casual use of such intimate subjects.

"I should see you both in my office, come to think of it! Bring her in with you! I'll help you both make this work!"

"Uh... yes, Doctor!"

And with that, she stepped through the door. "Good night... Edgar! And just remember that when those pretty nurses come through the door, well... you're Selena's property and are NOT free for anyone else!"

"Yes, doctor! Good night!"

And once she had entered the parking lot beyond, Edgar locked the door again. He returned to his desk to sit down. After briefly looking over the security monitors, he picked up the phone. "Hola... Selena? Hi! It's your Eduardo! Yes... listen uh, Selena, mi armor! W... w... will you... uh, will you m-m-marry me? Uh... yeah, I mean it! Si! Doctor's orders!"

 

Meanwhile, Dr. Lambert drove forth from the parking lot, homeward bound and quite content with herself after her brief counseling session with the guard. "Who says marriage counseling doesn't work," she muttered to herself. "And while teaching Edgar to please a woman, I'll have a go at that Selena tart myself!"

 

Later that evening as shift-end approached, Katie once again squealed loudly as Nurse Amy and Nurse Rachael brought her to another orgasm on the exam table. She beat her fists against the padding as her head flew about as her body pulsated. And once she had calmed down, she rolled into her familiar fetal position to recover while sucking on her thumb. "Katie go cum-cum!" she mumbled, never bothering to remove her thumb from her mouth.

"Yes, you did go cum-cum!" said Amy as she patted her on the head.

"Good girl!" added Rachael. "Now let's go to the dining room and practice eating with a spoon."

But soon the few night shift nurses took over. Amy and Rachael bid their patients a good night with a promise they would see them tomorrow. Soon, they too passed by the main entrance where Edgar sat finishing his job mending Selena's soccer shorts.

"Oh Eeeddgar!" sang Rachael, once again startling him.

"Oh! Uh... ready to go?"

"Did you're girlfriend rip her shorts again?" giggled Amy.

"She's not my girlfriend," assured Edgar. "She's now my fiancée! We're tying the knot!"

"Ooooh!" cooed both the nurses. "Way to go, Ed! So when's the big date?"

"Not sure yet," replied Edgar as he stood up with the keys in hand. He unlocked the door, but noticed the girls studying the soccer picture rather closely.

"She's really cute!" said Amy. "You're a lucky guy!"

"Thanks," said Edgar.

"You like your women strong an tough, don't you, Ed?" added Rachael with a giggle.

"C'mon, ladies! I'll walk you to your car." Yet once the girls climbed in Amy's car, Rachael rolled down the window. "So, you've just got to tell us when the wedding is! I mean... we need to give Selena a big bachelorette party!"

"Oh no you don't! No male strippers for her? Besides, she has younger sisters who aren't even grown yet! You can't expose 'em to that!"

Suddenly, the two nurses giggled again as they're eyes lit up. "Younger sisters you say?" said Rachael. "Well... we promise you... there will be NO guys at the party! You have our word. Girls only!"

"Well... okay ladies! G'night!"

And thus they drove away in Amy's car. "Younger sisters, and probably just a cute as her!" said Rachael. "This is getting better all the time! And I'm getting some pretty wild ideas for the party!"

"But remember... no guys! We promised!" replied Amy as she drove.

"My plans don't include guys!" assured Rachael. "However, a girls-only party might be just the thing to help our two traumatized patients recover!"