"I can't do
that! If you want evidence of the false wall, I'll show you. Look,
the switch is here!" Monica said excitedly, moving to the shelf.
"Oh, it's gone!"
Frowning, DI
Clarke rubbed his chin again, his eyes half closing. "Someone's
lying," he murmured pensively. "In my line of work, I meet liars
daily. But who's lying in this unusual case?"
"You must find
your work very interesting," Larry smiled.
"Yes, yes I
do, Doctor Lickman. Now, if you'll all allow me to sum up. I cannot
accept that pubic hair was removed from the pubic regions of these
women as I haven't seen the aforementioned pubic regions. As for
the marks on Mrs Cology's buttocks, again, I have not seen the
evidence and I therefore dismiss it forthwith. We have three women
on the one hand, and you on the other, Doctor. In my experience,
it's the masses who lie, suggesting that you're telling the
truth."
"We're not
lying!" Monica cried, shaking the detective's arm.
"Physical
violence will get you nowhere, madam!"
"She has a
history of physical violence, Inspector," Larry grinned.
"Is that
so?"
"I don't!"
Monica shrieked.
"Please, Mrs
Moodie, remove your hand from my person and be quiet! So, it's
three against one."
"Three against
three!" Brigit corrected the detective.
"Three against
four," Sister Mary rejoined as she entered the room, her hands
clasped between the swell of her breasts.
"Er... who are
you?" DI Clarke asked.
"I'm Sister
Mary, one of Doctor Lickman's clients. I was here yesterday, in
this very room, and it was exactly as it is now."
"You weren't
in this..." Monica began.
"The Reverend
Mother Barren-Womb came here with me. She didn't actually come into
this room, but she'll tell you that I'm a nun from The Sacred
Bloodied Heart of Our Lady of the Damned Convent, and that I came
here to see the doctor."
"Really?" the
sleuth murmured as Brigit dashed out of the room. "Tell me, Sister,
what are you doing here now? What is the nature of your presence in
this room?"
"I suffer from
dizzy spells and I've come back to see Doctor Lickman. He was
called away on an emergency yesterday, he told me to return
today."
"Here's the
appointments book," Brigit grinned as she bounded into the room.
"There, you see, Sister Mary was here yesterday, and there's her
appointment for today."
"This is
ridiculous!" Monica bellowed, gazing accusingly at the behabited
nun. "She's lying!"
"I don't
believe that a Reverend Mother and a nun would lie, Mrs Moodie!" DI
Clarke snapped. "I've had many dealings with nuns, nunneries and
convents in my time, and I have never known lying to be the Lord's
way."
"Check the
wall properly!" Monica cried in desperation. "Look, you can see the
end of the false wall sticking out over there. It slides out,
across the room."
"That's always
been like that, Monica!" Larry returned, gazing at the wooden end
of the wall. "It's been there since I bought this place!"
Frowning as he
moved to the wall, DI Clarke ran his fingers over the wooden plank.
"This is rather unusual," he murmured. "This piece of wood might
well be used as evidence against you, Doctor."
"A piece of
wood used as..."
"As I've said,
I was here yesterday, and the room was exactly as it is now,"
Sister Mary reiterated, her smiling angelic face framed by a band
of white linen.
"Did you see
these women when you were here?" the detective asked. "Did you have
communication with any of these women?"
"No, they
weren't here. I've never seen them before."
"She's lying!"
Monica screeched. "I'll bet she's not a nun at all!"
"That will be
easy enough to check, Mrs Moodie. I shall consult Rasputin's
Directory of Registered Nuns the minute I return to my office.
Shall I tell you what I deduce, Doctor Lickman?"
"Who did you
juice?"
"What?"
"You said that
you'd juiced someone."
"No, I said
deduced
."
"You de-juiced
someone?"
"My
conclusion, Doctor Lickman, that's what I meant!"
"Oh, I see.
So, what is your conclusion?"
"I conclude
that my time has been wasted, as has yours. But allegations such as
these have to be looked into, as you'll appreciate."
"Yes, of
course," Larry grinned triumphantly.
"As for you
three, think yourselves lucky that I'm not going to arrest you for
wasting police time!" he bellowed, glaring at the stunned women.
"You have committed a grave offence punishable by one hundred years
hard labour in a Siberian detention centre. Think yourselves lucky
that I'm willing to turn a blind eye to your treachery!"
Beaming as the
protesting women followed the detective down the hall and out of
the building, Larry turned to Sister Mary. "I don't understand," he
said. "What are you doing here, and why did you..."
"Brigit rang
the convent earlier and asked me to come here. I've been in the
waiting room for two hours. She explained that there were some
women trying to cause you problems, and that I might be needed to
help you."
"I told Sister
Mary that Gina and Monica were trying to put you out of business,
Larry," Brigit rejoined. "I knew that trouble was imminent, so I
rang Sister Mary and asked her to help."
"But, you
lied!" Larry gasped, frowning at the nun. "You knew there was a
false wall, this room was half this size when you were here."
"Yes, I did
lie. I..."
"Damn, now
who's ringing the bloody bell!" Larry cursed, leaving the room.
"Excuse me for a moment."
The man
standing in reception didn't look at all friendly, Larry surmised
as he approached him. Tall with swept back brown hair and a
moustache, his face red, his mouth twisted as if in anger, he
appeared anything but friendly!
"I'm Doctor
Lickman, may I help you?" Larry greeted the man, forcing a
smile.
"Ah, so you're
Lickman, are you?"
"Am I?"
"What? You
just introduced yourself as Lickman, so you must be."
"Why ask if
I'm Doctor Lickman when I've just told you that I am? I don't
understand your line of..."
"Because...
what the hell are you going on about?"
"I have no
idea! May I ask who you are? If it's not too difficult a question,
that is."
"My name's
Faggot. I'm the father of Jenny."
"Good grief!"
Larry gasped, surprised.
"Yes, I had it
out with my daughter and..."
"You had it
out in front of your daughter? What sort of father are you?"
"I had it out
with
her!"
"My God, I
hope you didn't force her to touch it."
"Listen to me,
Lickman! My daughter came here to see you, and you defiled her, you
took her virginity!"
"Took her
virginity where?"
"In your
examination room."
"Well, perhaps
it's still there. Shall we go and have a look?"
"Still there?
Are you mentally deranged?"
"I certainly
hope not."
"You
deflowered my daughter!"
"I stripped
her of flowers? She wasn't carrying any flowers."
"You fucked
her!"
"My God, what
sort of language is that to come from a father of a convent
girl?"
"You'll hear
worse than that in a minute!"
"I hope not. I
can hardly believe it. You expose yourself to your daughter, you
accuse professional men of seducing convent girls, you use
expletives, you..."
"Don't mess
with me, Lickman!"
"Mess with
you?"
"I'll punch
your lights out in a minute!"
"And you're
violent with it! You need help, Mr Faggot."
"And you'll
need help in a minute - hospital help!"
"My God, I
feel for your wife."
"You feel my
wife and I'll... what have you to say for yourself?"
"I'm sorry,
but your daughter is lying - I am completely innocent of the
charge, Mr Maggot."
"My name's
Faggot! She told me that you..."
"Listen to me
for a minute, Mr Faggot. Girls often have crushes on men in
positions of authority - professional men such as teachers,
solicitors, doctors, dentists or whoever. I spoke to your daughter
here, in my consulting room. The door was left open, there were
people milling about, and..."
"She told me
you took her to an examination room. How would she know about the
room if she hadn't been in there? Answer me that, Lickman."
"She came here
looking for me and wandered into the examination room by mistake.
Brigit, my secretary, discovered her in the room and showed her the
way to my consulting room. That's how she knows about the
examination room."
"She told me
you had sexual intercourse with her."
"Good grief! I
have never had any sexual contact with my secretary, Mr Faggot, let
alone full-blown sexual intercourse!"
"With my
daughter, you fool!"
"My secretary
had sexual intercourse with your daughter? I'll see to it that
she's dismissed instantly. Wait a minute, how can two
females...?"
"
You
had
intercourse with my daughter, Lickman!"
"Only social
intercourse, Mr Maggot."
"Faggot! I'm
having her checked, her hymen, so..."
"Mr Faggot, I
shouldn't tell you this, it's unethical, against BMA rules, but...
your daughter told me that she's been having sexual intercourse on
a regular basis for over a year now."
"Rubbish! Of
course she hasn't, she's a decent girl. At least, she was, until
she came here. And another thing, Jenny never lies."
"She never
lies?"
"Never!"
"I find that
very interesting because she told me that you dress in her mother's
clothes. That's true, then?"
"I... she
didn't say that!"
"She said that
when your wife is out you dress in her clothes, Mr Baggot. Red silk
panties, suspender belt, fishnet stockings, six-inch red
stilettos..."
"No, no
I..."
"If Jenny
never lies, then you're a cross-dresser, a transvestite, a
sad..."
"She... she
must have been making it up."
"But she never
lies, Mr Maggot."
"She must have
been mistaken."
"If your
daughter told you that I'd had sexual intercourse with her, then
she must have been mistaken about that, too."
"Yes, yes she
must have been."
"If I were
you, Mr Bollock, I'd leave it at that. Say nothing to Jenny, just
let sleeping pussies lie. Of course, if you wish to persist with
the matter, then I suggest you bring your wife and Jenny to see me
and we'll have everything out in the open. We'll discuss
intercourse, cross-dressing, transvestites, women's silk panties
and..."
"Er... no, no
that won't be necessary. Well, I'm sorry for... goodbye, Doctor
Lickman."
"Goodbye, Mr
Maggot."
Breathing a sigh of relief as the embarrassed man left the
building, Larry turned his dirty thoughts to the young nun,
wondering why she'd lied to save him.
Right, that's Faggot dealt with
, he
mused, walking down the hall to the bondage room.
If only these bloody people would get off my back
and let me lead a peaceful life of copious sex
.
"Ah, Sister
Mary," Larry smiled as he entered the room. "Tell me, why did you
lie to save me from...?"
"I've been
talking to a couple of the sixth formers about their visits here,"
she smiled sweetly. "There's one in particular, Jenny, who told me
that you'd examined her."
"Yes, I've
just had the girl's father... I examined her?"
"Yes, she went
into great detail, Doctor Lickman. It was most interesting, most
revealing!"
"She told you
that I..."
"Yes, she did.
She told me everything, all the sordid details."
"Er... yes, if
my memory serves me incorrectly, I did examine her."
"She rather
enjoyed the experience."
"Oh, I see,"
Larry smiled as Brigit and Lilly slipped out of the room and closed
the door. "So, what do you intend to do?"
"I thought you
might care to examine me. From what Jenny told me, you're pretty
good at examining young women - intimately."
"But you're a
nun!"
"Yes, and I'm
also a very lonely girl who's disillusioned with the church. I'm
twenty-two, and I've had no sexual experience whatsoever. There was
a priest who suggested that I was in need of a massage but he was
arrested for gross indecency before the massage occurred. After
listening to Jenny's exciting and extremely arousing story,
well..."
"If it's an
examination you're after, I'm sure I can help you!" Larry smiled,
his penis twitching at the prospect of penetrating yet another
juicy pussy.
Locking the
door as the nun pulled her habit over her head and stood before him
in her bra and knickers, Larry sensed his penis fully stiffen
within his tight trousers. This was incredible! he reflected,
surveying the girl's long black hair as she shook her head and
allowed her locks to cascade over her shoulders. Not only had she
saved him from the police cells and a possible prison sentence, but
she was offering him her lovely body!
"Well?" she
smiled as she climbed onto the examination couch, deserting her
vows. "Aren't you going to examine me, Doctor?"
"Er... yes,
yes of course! Er... I have to ask you this, Mary - do you
masturbate?"
"No, I've
never masturbated, but I'm more than willing to learn."
"And I'm more
than willing to teach you!"
Tugging the girl's knickers down her long legs as she lifted
her buttocks clear of the couch, Larry gazed at her jet-black pussy
hair, her virginal sex crack.
Here we go
again
, he thought happily as he pulled her
knickers over her feet and parted her legs. Sex, sex and more
sex!