Come Into My Parlour, Said The Spider To The Fly
This ws my first appointment with Dr Montgomery for about two years, since I'd started seeing the lady doctor, Dr Morris. She was lovely and I'd felt I could trust her to understand me, even if I couldn't understand myself, so it felt strange pushing open Dr Montgomery's door and seeing him again, particularly since the last time I'd seen him he had been naked and fucking an 11 year old boy.
     He didn't show any signs of embarrassment. “Take a seat, Teri, it's a while since we've met here, what can I do for you today?”
 
 
     Over his shoulder I could see the large colour photographs of him and Jimmy Savile the DJ, both in Highland Dress, at the end of their Sponsored Walk along the just opened West Highland Way in 1980. Montgomery looked fit and tanned then, and now, eight years later, he hardly looked a day older and was still fit and trim. He always boasted that he he liked nothing better over the weekend than a run through the Pentland Hills. Well, I now knew something about another kind of exercise that he probably liked even better than running on the Pentlands, and it took place in a Caravan hidden among the folds of those same hils. But that wasn't really what I wanted to say to him.
     “Is Pavel okay?” I asked, and I think my voice quavered a bit, now that I was sitting opposite one of them men whose cocks had been inside me on Saturday Night and Sunday Morning.
     “Pavel?” he seemed puzzled. “Why are you asking about Pavel? He's not really a friend of your is he?” He leaned back in his chair and studied me.
     “Not really, but I just wondered if he's okay – and if I could visit him?”
     “Ah, Teri,” he exclaimed, “you're just too late. They'll have arrived in Warsaw by now. Didn't he tell you? His father didn't like driving buses in Edinburgh so they've gone back to Poland, we've lost the services of his mother, and she is a very capable nurse, we're certainly going to miss her. But if you want to write him a note, I can forward it for you.”
     “And is he all right?” and I must have sounded as confused as I felt.
     “Of course, Teri, why shouldn't he be? He's a sturdy little chap, I'm sure he'll do just as well over there, it's his own country after all, everyone speaks Polish there, so not having to learn English as quickly as he needed to do here will probably be a weight off his mind. Though I don't think he's a worrier. You seem worried though, Teri, is there anything else bothering you? If you have any 'women's health issues' I'm sure Dr Morris or Sister Patel will be able to help you better than I can, or is it something you wouldn't want to talk about with anyone else?” And he gave me that warm smile which made him such a hit with the Mums whose children's bedsides he'd sat at. I wondered if, when the Parents were of the room, he carried out intimate examinations of those vulnerable children. Had he evr touched me or Stacy before the weekend, when his hands had been all over and in me? I couldn't remember.
     “No, I just want to write to Pavel.”
     “Well, how about I give you a chance to make your wish come true? I could fix it for you to go on Jimmy's show,” and he waved a hand to the photo behind him, although I already knew who he meant, Jimmy and me are like that!“ and he held up a hand with his first and second fingers entwined, to show their closeness. I would do or give anything to get on Savile's show, every kid in my school and across the whole country would. I nodded, feeling brighter myself – if anyone could fix it for me to go to Poland to visit Pavel, it was Jimmy Savile – and Doctor Montfomery, of course.
     “Well just leave your letter at Reception any time, Teri, and I'll forward it to him. Though there's no guarantee you'll get a reply – boys are notoriously poor at writing letters. And I'll have a word with Jimmy next time I see him, probably in a week or two, I'm sure he would like nothing better than to meet you and give you a hand. That's a promise. But just come over here. Your eyes are a little bloodshot. And I went over to him. He was still sitting, so he told me to kneel. His voice has always had a compelling, hypnotic quality about it and I did. He kind of shuffled me under his desk, opened his trousers and pulled out a thick penis that I'd already encountered over the weekend.
 
     “You do something for me, Teri, and I'll do something for you. And, don't worry, I won't say a word to George – this can be our little secret.” And, holding my head to make it move up and down on him, he filled my mouth with his cock and shortly after with a load of his cum. He waited till I'd swallowed it then gave me a handkerchief – crisp, white cotton, heavy and embossed. Then he helped me up, and, after saying that he could do with someone down there permanently, someone as good as me, smiled warmly and, arm around my shoulders, steered me to the door. A last kiss on the lips, probably to taste himself from mine, showed me out.
     I felt ashamed that I had done nothing to find Pavel, but there was the Head Receptionist – she wouyld know about Pavel's family, surely, I braced my shoulders and approached her place at the Counter”