Orgasm Therapy: Chapter 5

by Pulsar

"Ooooh! Aaaah! Oooh-gaawwd!" cried Misty as Rachael held her legs up while Amy worked her with a vibrator in one hand and teased her little opening with the other, being ever so careful not to disturb the hymen that reminded them of her sweet innocence.

"Do it, honey! Do it! Go cum-cum!" coaxed Amy. Meanwhile, Rachael held those twitching feet with one hand and used her spare to gently caress those areolas which had yet to sprout into breasts.

"Ooooo-aaaah!" cried Misty one final time with an ear-splitting shriek. Then, she burst once again into an earth-shattering orgasm. She pounded her fists into the padding of the table as she thrashed about. A small jet of juice shot forth as her legs flailed about.

"Ooooh, good girl!" said Rachael. "That was a nice big one!"

"Oooooh," cried Misty, gasping for air. "Oooh, nooo, I peed!"

"No, you didn't pee," assured Amy. "You just gave us a little love squirt, that's all!"

And soon the young patient rolled up into a naked ball, her energy spent.

"Well, it's almost two o'clock," noted Amy. "That's her forth one today. I guess she gets two more before bed tonight."

"God, I love my job," mumbled Rachael with an evil grin. "Well, let's put her to rest for a while."

And so went the Thursday afternoon on the ward. The two nurses were exhausted by now, even though Rachael's shift would not end until nine that evening. Yet they had three patients now on a regimen of therapeutic orgasms. Katie, their first was now up to eight treatments a day. Ashley was up to seven. Yet Dr. Lambert had revealed that she wanted all three girls eventually up to ten!

And tomorrow would be a stressful day. Katie's mother, Mrs. Ellison would be visiting, and then later that evening was their planned 'sleepover' per Dr. Lambert's recommendation. However, they completed their charts and filed them once again. Then, they both entered Dr. Lambert's office as she was busy dictating.

"Hello girls!" she said as she looked them both over in their short little uniform dresses. "Have anything to report?"

"Well, it's too early to tell with Misty," said Rachael. "Sometimes, she just won't stop crying no matter what."

"Perhaps it's too early to determine the effectiveness of the treatments," said Dr. Lambert. "Time will tell. What you girls must understand is that it's all about... desire!"

"Desire?" queried Amy.

"Yes children, desire! You see, 'desire' is what drives the human race," she said as she became fixated on those two pairs of bare legs standing in her office. "Desire... well, the patients must *desire* to overcome their disorder! Without such desire, there's nothing we could ever do for them."

"Of course, Doctor," said Rachael. "We'll remember that."

"Well, that sort of reminds us... well... we've been meaning to talk to you," added Amy.

"And what about, children?"

"Well... we were planning to have a, er, bachelorette party for Selena, y'know, Edgar's fiancée and, we were hoping you'd come!"

"A bachelorette party?" gasped Dr. Lambert, peaking over glasses.

"Oh yes... well, just for a select few," continued Rachael. "Selena has two sisters who aren't quite grown yet so, well... I'd have to be 'kid friendly!'"

"Kid-friendly?" stammered Dr. Lambert as a thousand thoughts rushed to her head.

"And we'll invite his sister Edith who... well..."

"Is a confirmed dyke!" interjected Amy.

"Oh my..." stuttered Dr. Lambert as she began to tremble.

"But..." added Amy. "We promised no male strippers. No guys there at all!"

"Well..." said Dr. Lambert as she began to nervously play with her pen. "If that's what you promised then by all means... we will honor that promise to a 'T!'"

"So are you coming?"

"Oh, I'll be 'coming' alright... I mean... I'm quite thrilled and touched over the very idea!"

"Aaaannnd..." continued Rachael, "we uh, well... uh... we wanted to invite a few more girls... so Selena's sisters would have y'know, company!"

"Well, that's sweet," replied Dr. Lambert. "Who?"

"Well, we were thinking that maybe... perhaps... well what about... Katie and Ashley!"

Suddenly, Dr. Lambert jolted as if bitten by a snake. "Katie and Ashley! Our patients?! My God! They'd have my head on a platter! If they ever found out I took two mental patients off-campus to a party, why I... I'd be drawn in quarters!" She turned about in her desk chair, trembling at the very thought. "However, I LOVE the idea! But the bureaucracy... well, convention trumps innovation every time. It's always been that way!"

"Maybe they'd never know," said Amy.

"That 'maybe' is what my career would hang on!" Yet she rolled herself back up to her desk. "I shall give it my utmost consideration!" she assured. "And I look forward to this 'party' of yours. In fact, I think I shall host it myself. I have a small heated pool in my garden that will suffice!"

"And... it'd be a good excuse to get all those girls to show up in their bathing suits!" added Amy. "Remember? Desire?"

"Ah yes," replied Dr. Lambert with a guilty smile. "How observant! My, aren't we a fast learner! Now, let's run along and keep these girls on their treatment schedules. Mrs. Ellison will be here tomorrow and I wish her visit to be pleasant and encouraging for both mother and daughter."

"Yes Doctor," they said in unison.

And once they left the office, Dr. Lambert just had to reach down and give herself a hard squeeze. "Oh my!" she gasped upon realizing how wet she was. "Pretty soon I'll have to start bringing spare panties to work!"

Friday morning: Amy arrived for her early shift just as the sun was peaking over the horizon. Yet the street lights were still on and the cars still used headlamps at this hour. "This sucks," she mumbled as she checked in at the nurse's desk. This time, she had put on her dress from the beginning and had simply worn her long overcoat. Yet it did not protect her bare knees from the chilly morning.

"Gi'me a break!" said the night nurse as Amy shed her overcoat. "You must really like showing off those legs!"

"Well... I can't help it," giggled Amy.

And so, once the girls had their breakfast, it was off to room twelve with Katie. And soon, Ashley and Misty would follow! However, Dr. Lambert did not want Katie too spent for her mother's visit, and thus she was only given one 'treatment' of orgasm therapy this particular morning.

When Dr. Lambert arrived, she was slightly nervous about Mrs. Ellison's imminent visit. She straightened her office, lit incense candles and found some easy-listening music CD's and played them very quietly in her office, especially Enya! She had the girls make sure the ward was in order as well as their brief little dresses. She even wanted them to use baby oil on themselves so their legs would look smooth and shiny in their uniforms. "Remember girls, socks all the way up to the base of the kneecap, but not covering the knee," she reminded them.

That afternoon, the bewitching hour finally came when Dr. Lambert's phone rang with a call from Edgar at the front desk. "There's a Mrs. Sharon Ellison here to see you, Doctor!"

"Oh! Well, send her back right away, please!" insisted Dr. Lambert.

And thus Mrs. Ellison nervously followed Edgar down the long corridor of the institution. She could only imagine what lie behind those locked doors of the various corridors that branched off to the right and left. "So, you were in the Navy?" she asked nervously.

"Yes ma'am," replied Edgar as he unlocked the door to the pediatric ward.

"I saw the picture on your desk," she continued. "I bet you're from Texas!"

"Yes ma'am. How'd you know?"

"You keep saying 'ma'am!'' she replied.

And thus he led her right up to Dr. Lambert's office. "Mrs. Ellison, Doctor," he announced.

"Oh yes! Do come in! And thank you, Edgar!"

"Yes ma'am!" he replied before leaving for his desk at the main door.

Mrs. Ellison nervously shook her head. "Well, I see you're in good hands with Marshal Dillon, there!"

Dr. Lambert chuckled. "Oh, him! Well, ask him about his wedding on the way out... found himself a most wonderful girl." With that, she directed her to the couch. "Do have a seat please!" And with that, she sat down and swallowed hard. Dr. Lambert sat down in the adjacent chair and crossed her legs with file in hand. "Now, Mrs. Ellison, overall, you're daughter is doing wonderful. She may still require nappies when we send her home with you, but her mental state is progressing faster than I had dared to hope!"

"Oh... oh Doctor, that's such a relief," said Mrs. Ellison.

"However, I'm just as concerned about you as I am her. Have you attended grief counseling this week?"

"Yes, two times."

"Good, I'd advise you to continue for a while. Next question, er... have you been self-stimulating? Y'know... jilling!"

"What?" gasped Mrs. Ellison. "Why I... what is it with you shrinks? You're all obsessed with sex!"

"All of humanity is obsessed with sex, Mrs. Ellison," asserted Dr. Lambert. "'Tis how we're built... simple as that! Most of my colleagues would concur that the primary sex organ is the brain. Right back here," she said as she pointed to the back of her own head. "In the base of our skull lies the 'old reptilian brain,' the archeopallum, unchanged for millions of years, long before dinosaurs walked the Earth!" With that, she crossed her legs as she cradled the file folder in her arms. "As I recall, I recommended three orgasms a day by way of masturbation! Have you er, kept up?"

"Well... not always, I..."

"Mrs. Ellison, this is all about desire! You must *desire* to recover from this traumatic state! That's what's helped your daughter. Somehow, she found the desire to overcome her difficulties, and each day, she makes progress." With that, she opened the file folder. "You realize that yesterday, she had eight orgasms between rising and bedtime?"

"Oh my!" gasped the mother in disbelief.

And thus Dr. Lambert uncrossed her aerobic-trained legs and rose from her chair. "Well, why don't we go see how Katie's doing. Before you meet with her, I'd like you to observe her first so you'll better understand her current condition." With that, she extended her hand to Mrs. Ellison.

"Sure, Doctor," replied the nervous mother as Dr. Lambert pulled her from the couch. "My, you're... strong!"

"Thank you, Mrs. Ellison. I do make regular trips to the gym in the evening. I'm a firm believer in a sound mind and body! They're interrelated! Wouldn't be such a bad thing for yourself!"

"Me? Join a gym?"

"Why, it'd be the best thing for you," advised Dr. Lambert as the stepped out into the corridor. "Besides, a woman can get away with flaunting her body in a place like that! Y'know, tight leotards, skimpy shorts... oh... well... it'd be good for you!"

And thus she led her to a door. Upon entering this cramped room, Mrs. Ellison found nothing but a long bench and window within. "Have a seat," coaxed Dr. Lambert. "This is a one-way glass that looks out into a play room." And with that, she opened the curtain. There beyond the viewing glass sat Katie and Ashley in their skimpy little gowns. The both sat cross-legged on the rug, revealing they had no panties. Ashley was attempting to draw Katie's attention, yet Katie was simply pre-occupied as she studied the intricacies of a doll. In a corner sat nurse Amy, uninvolved for the most part, simply supervising.

And thus Mrs. Ellison sat down and nervously crossed her legs tightly, not quite sure what to expect. She watched for a few moments as she nervously rocked her crossed leg back and forth. "She won't do anything," she lamented. "Katie's ignoring that other girl."

"Relax, Mrs. Ellison," assured Dr. Lambert. "Rome wasn't built in a day. She'll interact. It just takes her a while to 'warm up,' as they say."

And so Mrs. Ellison waited patiently as she observed her daughter in the small playroom. Eventually, Katie did warm up as the doctor had promised. She began responding to Ashley's coaxing. Eventually, she would sit still as Ashley touched her with a plastic toy stethoscope. Eventually, the casual touching led to fondling as they played, 'doctor!' "Oh my!" gasped Mrs. Ellison.

"Yes, children imitate from experience," replied Dr. Lambert. "And also elaborate on them." And so she reached forward to turn the volume up on the speaker that they might hear the girls' conversations.

"C'mon, Katie! You have to take your gown off for this part," said Ashley, completely unaware that she was being observed. Perhaps even if she had known, it would have been irrelevant to her. "C'mon, I have to give you a full checkup!"

Mrs. Ellison gasped as Katie raised her arms slightly to allow Ashley to remove the gown. Moments later, she sat naked on the rug. "Oh-mah-gawd!"

"'Tis a natural thing!" assured Dr. Lambert. "Exploration... discovery... things that childhood is supposed to be."

"Now lay down," coaxed Ashley from the playroom. And thus Katie laid down without a word. Ashley began to rub her hands up and down one of Katie's legs. "Nothing wrong here," she said.

"My Katie really likes that?" queried Mrs. Ellison.

"Naturally," replied Dr. Lambert. "If there's any sign of non-consent, nurse Amy will stop the play. We do enforce consent around here!"

"She seems so... well... calm!" noted Mrs. Ellison.

"Yes, and why shouldn't she," replied Dr. Lambert. "I mean... consider the human nervous system. How would your own body react to a very soft... gentle... caressing hand slowly moving around on your bare flesh, all in a non-treating way!"

"Oooh!" gasped Mrs. Ellison as she crossed her legs tightly. And thus she watched as the girls played. Soon, she saw Ashley's curious finger venture down to those tiny lips between her daughter's legs. Katie flinched with a soft moan, yet held her position.

"Now be good for your treatment, Katie and hold still," said Ashley. Then, she slowly tickled those privates, vocalizing a "bzzzzz," to emulate a vibrator.

"Oooo! Ooooh!" grunted Katie as she began to writhe about on her back.

"Does that feel good Katie? You like that?" asked Ashley, playing the part of the physician.

"Oooh! Aaaah!" gasped Kaite. "Give Katie cum-cum!"

Mrs. Ellison grew all the more ecstatic. She breathed loud and heavy in that small dark observation booth. "Oh-gawd!" she gasped out loud as a stray hand squeezed her crotch. Other than her self-squeezing betwixt her legs, she sat stone-still as a zombie, completely fixated on the activity beyond the one-way glass.

Soon, to everyone's surprise, Ashley lowered her face down between Katie's long legs. She kissed about the fleshy inner thighs, before giving attention to the soaked pink throbbing flower at the center of her universe. She started with a few sensuous kisses that caused Katie to gasp and moan at the delicate touch. Yet then she nibbled with her lips on the outer swollen labia. But soon enough, her small tongue came out of hiding and went to work on that throbbing tingling pearl.

Katie arched her back and threw her head from side-to-side. "Ooooooh!" she cried. "Katie wet!"

"Oh-gawd!" gasped Mrs. Ellison as she rubbed herself harder. She watched as Katie reached out her desperate hands and forced Ashley's face deep into her crevice. Even from the small observation booth, she could see Katie's ribs flexing with each heavy longing breath she took. She watched as Ashley licked away, using her hands to gently rub up and down Katie's bare legs.

Yet very little time passed until Katie's cries of ecstasy came loudly over the speakers in the booth. "Ooooh! Oooooh! Oooooh Ashley!" she cried out upon realizing that an explosive orgasm was imminent.

At this, Dr. Lambert gasped in amazement and scribbled madly in her notes. Both women watched through the window as Katie's body suddenly shook as if she had been shocked with a thousand volts. A high-pitched squeal came over the speaker as Katie burst into her orgasm, emitting a short high shrill with each breath. "Aaah-uh! Aaah-uh! Aaah-uh! Aaah-uh!" she went all through her orgasm. Finally, she fell limp before rolling over onto her side.

Yet even from their vantage point, Dr. Lambert and Mrs. Ellison could see Ashley's mouth coated with sex syrup! She wiped her face clean with the back of her hand, yet curiously sniffed it, and even dared to sample it with her tongue. Yet nurse Amy approached with some wet wipes to clean her up, as per procedures of spilt body fluids. "Katie went oh-max-um on me," noted Ashley, somewhat proud of her feat.

Amy giggled as she wiped her face. "It's 'or-gaz-um,'" she said.

"Oh yeah, I made Katie awh-gazt... awr-gla... I made her go cum-cum!"

"Yes, you sure did," chuckled Amy.

"And she wiked it!"

"Yes, there's no doubt about that!" agreed Amy with a grin as she looked over to see Katie lying on her side sucking her thumb contently.

"So, when do I go to that woom to get a cum-cum?" asked Ashley.

"Very soon, dear!"

"Ooooh... my... gawd!" gasped Mrs. Ellison. "I... I don't believe it!"

But Dr. Lambert only chuckled. "It only stands to reason, Mrs. Ellison," she said. "She's reaching out now. And as her body is changing, she needs more affection to satisfy her cravings."

"She said the girl's name!" gasped Mrs. Ellison. "I mean, last time I was here she didn't know I existed! She forgot her own mother... the one cared for her and..."

"No don't be upset about that," assured Dr. Lambert. "It was nothing against you! She built a solid invisible shell around herself to lock out the entire universe, all which had become to painful to her after the tragedy of the bus crash. But she's made large strides in tearing all down!"

"Well... I... I don't know what to say," said a flabbergasted Mrs. Ellison as she squeezed her crotch again.

"Well, it won't be long until we must send her home with you. She'll still have many issues to contend with. However, you'll be of more value to her that us. After all, you birthed her and cared for her!"

"Oh, I do hope she comes around soon."

"Well, one step at a time," said Dr. Lambert. "Come on. Let's go back to my office and we'll bring her in!

A short while later, Mrs. Ellison found herself sitting on the couch again in the office when the door opened. In walked nurse Amy and nurse Rachael coaxing Katie in. Once again, she wore her gown that hung only a few inches below her hidden crotch. "Look Katie! Look who wants to see you!" said Rachael.

Katie took one look at her mother, the one face that had been in her life from the beginning. She stared in silence for a few seconds. "M... mommy..." she stammered.

"Kaite!" cried Mrs. Ellison as she seized her daughter. "Oh Katie..." was all she could say. For she sobbed soundly, caught up in a plethora of emotion.

As Katie sat cuddled by her mother, she simply closed her eyes and sucked her thumb, still reminiscent of a by-gone stage in her life that now seemed so real. Even the two nurses teared up at the emotional meeting between mother and daughter. Yet the quietly stepped back out of the office to let them be together.

"Oh Katie," cried Mrs. Ellison. "Mommy loves you sooooo much! You're all I have left! They can take my house, my car, and even my right arm but they'll take you over my dead body!" With that, she cried, letting her tears fall on Katie's silky hair. "I hope you can understand me," she said. "And no matter how long it takes you to get over this, I'll be there for you."

Dr. Lambert smiled in approval. "Ah yes!" she said. "You're thinking about the day you gave birth, aren't you. You remember it as clear as if it were yesterday."

"Y... yes," replied Mrs. Ellison.

"And I think what you've been experiencing lately is a relapse of post-partum depression," added Dr. Lambert. "It's not widely accepted yet, however I once wrote a paper on the subject. My colleagues considered it plausible."

"Oh my Katie," was all that Mrs. Ellison could say as she held her daughter. Not much was said between them for quite a while. Dr. Lambert just sat in her chair with file in hand, occasionally making recommendations, yet for the most part, she did not interfere with their meeting. Yet after a while, Katie wiggled loose from her mother's grasp. She stood up, yet still sucked her thumb nervously. She stared at her mother in the eye for a few moments, but noisily slurped on her thumb rather than speak. Then suddenly, she squatted down and then began to crawl back on her mother's lap. Yet this time, she lay across her mother's legs with her pelvis across the thighs. She reached back to pull her gown up to expose her bare bottom. "Katie bad girl!" she suddenly said.

Mrs. Ellison sat speechless as she beheld her daughter's shapely bare bottom. The quick turn of events left her baffled, albeit rather elated nonetheless. Naturally, she simply gave those naked buttocks a gentle squeeze. Katie moaned in reaction and twitched about over her mother's lap.

"Katie bad girl!" repeated the daughter.

"Oh... but... what should..." stammered Mrs. Ellison.

"You should do what you feel you should do," said Dr. Lambert.

And so Mrs. Ellison gave that bare bottom a few soothing rubs before delivering a few light slaps that caused those pale bare buttocks to jiggle.

"Ooooh!" gasped Katie as she thrust down and writhed. Yet she lifted her bottom up again. "Katie very bad girl!" she repeated.

A mysterious tingling rush overcame the puzzled mother. However, she raised her hand and let fly a 'SMACK!' across both those bare buns, leaving a pink splotch.

"Oooooh!" moaned Katie as she humped down hard.

'SMACK! SLAP! SMACK!' went Mrs. Ellison's hand. Katie gasped and moaned as a warm sting soaked in, yet she continued to squirm against her mother's thighs, once again stimulating her tingling crotch.

Knowing that it must have hurt a little, Mrs. Ellison paused to gently rub that bottom. She squeezed each buttock as Katie cooed and moaned. She let her fingertips caress the red spots to savor the silky sensation of her daughter's baby-smooth flesh. Then, she let a fingertip caress the crack and perineum.

"Oooooh!" moaned Katie loudly as she humped against her mother. "Ooooh, bad, bad girl!"

"Katie's a bad girl?" mumbled Mrs. Ellison. "Well, maybe." With that, she raised her hand and slapped that bare bottom hard. Katie cried out as she humped down. The sting warmed her bottom quickly, yet her yearning crotch grew all the wetter. 'SLAP! SLAP! SMACK!' Each swat brought cries of pain and pleasure from her daughter. After several rounds of spanking and caressing of the reddening bottom, Mrs. Ellison paused again. By now, her daughter was humping down in a steady rhythm as she breathed heavy as if riding a bicycle uphill. Her own hand now began to sting and throb from the impacts.

Nevertheless, she began to caress the crack again, out of both guilt and curiosity to calm her daughter. Katie's mouth opened wide as she gasped at the chilling sensation. And thus Mrs. Ellison caresses along the crack again. She dared to tickle the little puckered opening which caused Katie to jolt, as well as those little wet nether lips with her pinky.

Katie humped hard, gasping and moaning uncontrollably. Yet the mother slapped her daughter's bottom again three times, leaving bright red splotches on both buttocks. The burning sting brought tears to the daughter's eyes, yet she intensely thrust against the mother's lap, now at the point of no return.

Mrs. Ellison rubbed the redness where she had just spanked and gave one more sensual caress down between her daughter's buttocks. She let her pinky touch the lips while her long finger tickled the pink rectal opening in small circles. As such, the overload of sensations was all it took.

Katie thrust fast and hard one final time before thrashing wildly into an explosive orgasm. She cried out as if being tortured, yet her reflexes had taken over. She shrieked with each spastic pulsation of her climax until she fell limp across her mother's lap, completely spent of energy.

With that, the mother pulled her daughter up into sitting position and held her close again. "Well honey you have... interesting needs that I never realized before," she said softly.

"And perhaps you do too," added Dr. Lambert with a slight grin. "But it seems like you both made some progress together.

"I... I'm not sure how to take this! I mean, my own daughter just... just came on me!" said the dazed Mrs. Ellison.

"Yes, I saw," replied Dr. Lambert. "She's rather spent. She's had two climaxes in thirty minutes, which is rare and usually requires an elated emotional and mental state. I think she should be put to bed for a while for rest."

"If you say so, Doctor."

And after Dr. Lambert had paged the nurses, Amy and Rachael came into the office to carry the half-sleeping Katie back to her bed. Yet once they were gone, Dr. Lambert moved to the couch beside Mrs. Ellison. "Now, think about what happened," she replied. "How do you feel?"

"Well, OK I guess," mumbled Mrs. Ellison.

"Don't guess!" ordered Dr. Lambert. "Know! Know how you feel! Like my compatriot of long ago once said, 'To thine own self be true.'" She gently put her arm around her patient's mother before leaning very close. "Now... how do you feel?" she whispered.

"I feel... strange," replied Mrs. Ellison. "As if... suddenly I could do what I always kept hidden," she said very softly. "I mean... it was always forbidden."

"Yes, perhaps," whispered Dr. Lambert. "But there are some things that only a mother may do without reproach."

"Oh..." gasped Mrs. Ellison.

"Now..." whispered Dr. Lambert as she began to unbutton Mrs. Ellison's blouse. "Let's talk about unrequited desires!" With that, she gently squeezed the very breast that had once nurtured both Katie and her late twin sister Julia. Mrs. Ellison gasped, now completely lost to desire.

Not five minutes later, the office floor contained a pile of clothes as the two naked women made out in a '69' position on the couch. Ten minutes and an orgasm a piece later, both were dressing once again. "'Tis imperative that you follow my advice, Mrs. Ellison. Three orgasms a day! That's the minimum to keep your mind and body in check and self-medicated."

"Y... yes, Doctor! I shall remember that."

"Now, I want you to visit again. Come again next week. Perhaps she'll be ready to release into your custody after a few more visits!"

"Oh, I hope so!"

And thus she escorted her off the ward back up to the front. Edgar opened the front door for her with a polite nod. "Drive carefully, ma'am," he said.

"Thanks. Good evening, Mr. Earp!"

Edgar stared somewhat bewildered, yet said nothing. He only shrugged as he returned to his desk.

Elsewhere back on the ward, Ashley was taken to her next 'treatment,' which she always looked forward to and naturally gave the staff her utmost cooperation. She held her own legs bent as far as possible over her head as she lay on her back with her little pink slit pulled wide open and vulnerable to their whims. Once again, her moans and cries of ecstasy not only filled the room, yet penetrated the wooden door into the corridor beyond as she shamelessly let nature run its course.

And after several minutes of stimulation, she jolted and spewed her juices, nearly passing out from the intensity. "Ooooh," she cooed with a sigh after she had come down from her aroused state. "Ooooh, you make me feel so good! I wuv you!"

Nurse Rachael blushed, yet felt a warm tingling within herself. "I love you too, honey," she said as she gently patted her patient. "You're so sweet! I could just take you home with me."

And soon they took her back to her room. Yet being it was late afternoon, Amy clocked out for the night as she bid her farewells. "I'll uh... be back later to pick you up," she said to Rachael with a slight blush, still shy about the idea of having a 'date' with her. "You did remember your overnight bag, didn't you?"

Rachael covered her mouth as she blushed herself. "Yes," she whispered with both chagrin and anticipation. "I'll see you at nine o'clock."

Amy grinned shyly as she turned about to leave. And thus now Rachael was responsible for each patient's final treatments before bedtime. After the girls had eaten their supper, Rachael administered three treatments, Katie Misty and Ashley respectively. And after a busy evening, she wondered just which girl on the ward would be the forth to begin the therapy next week.

Night eventually fell and bedtime had come. Katie lay on her bed for a moment as she could hear Rachael's soft voice in another patient's room. And so she produced a spiral notebook she had kept hidden. And being that she was alone, she began to write:

Day 40:
I still cry every night! They don't know it, but I do.
I feel sorry for Mommy. She's sadder than me.
I know I should go home, but I'm just not ready.
I feel kinda stoopid sucking a pacifier, but if
they knew I was cured, they'd make me go home.
I can't go. Not yet. They make me feel good here.
I don't want to go back to school yet. I wanna
stay her and so they will keep making me feel good.
If I talk normal, they'd know. So for now, I will
still have to talk baby-like and wet my diaper.
I've never felt so good in my

Yet she ceased her writing at once when she heard Rachael's footsteps approaching from outside. Instantly, she poked her pen back into the spiral rings and hid the notebook under her mattress. And not too soon, for the door to her room flew open as she was pulling her hand back from under the mattress. However, Rachael apparently didn't notice. "OK dear, time to go beddy bye!"

Katie put her pacifier in her mouth and stared back as Rachael untapped her diaper. She simply lay still as Rachael changed her, enjoying the complete lack of responsibility in her life at this moment. Once changed, Rachael covered her up and leaned down to kiss her on the cheek. "I'm not supposed to say this, but... I just can't help it. I love you, sweetie!"

And with that Rachael closed the door. There Katie lay in the dark. Her treatments left her body spent and fatigued and she could have easily drifted off to sleep. Yet the image of her mother crying cut deep into her. Tears rolled down her cheeks. But she simply could not leave. Not yet, anyway.