Chapter Seven
“Isn’t it marvelous, Bill,” Faye bubbled, “… Doctor Bender just called… and he and his wife are coming here, tonight, to start some special treatments on you…”
“Treatments…? What kind of treatments?”
“Well… it seems his wife was a physical therapist… before they got married,” she explained, “and he was discussing your… Your c-case with her… and she volunteered to come over and give you a massage and adjustment to your back…”
“I don’t know what the hell good that’d do!” he groused.
“Doctor Bender said that sometimes getting all of a person’s backbone back in place would make a difference… something about relieving pressure on a nerve,” she went on, repeating what the doctor had said. “… Anyway, it’s worth a try… isn’t it?”
Bill looked at her, questioningly, “How come all this special attention from Doc Bender… and his wife?”
“I guess he’s worried about y-you…” she said, transparently.
He saw through her, immediately. “You mean… you’re worried… and you probably went to see him… about me… about my not being able to get a hard on… That’s right isn’t it?”
“Y-Yes, Darling… th-that’s right…” she admitted. “But… I only did it… because I wanted to help you!”
“All right… I suppose I’ll have to put up with it… since it’s already arranged… but it beats me how a massage and a back adjustment could help me… with the kind of problem I’ve got!”
“The doctor said his wife was a real expert, Bill!”
Friday evening, about 8:30 Doctor Mathew Bender and his wife, Vivian, arrived at the Wright’s apartment. Faye met them, graciously, at the door and invited them into the modest living quarters. The doctor lugged in a rather large, box-like affair, resembling a piece of luggage. He deposited it casually in the hallway and followed his wife and Faye Wright into the living room. Bill limped out of the bedroom, clad in pajamas and bathrobe to meet them. He was surprised at the raven-haired beauty of Mrs. Bender. It was something he hadn’t expected. Somehow, his image of a masseuse involved a towering, massive figure with bulging muscles. He suggested a drink. Faye took the orders, mixed and served, standing in for her husband, who usually did the honors.
“I was looking through the medical literature on this… and thought maybe a pinched nerve could be the culprit… I found some references to it… and when I mentioned it to Vivian… she agreed to give it a try…” the doctor explained. “Do you feel like you’d like to go along with it?”
“I guess it couldn’t hurt… the massage would help to relax me… if nothing else…” Bill agreed.
“I think Matt’s diagnosis of a pinched nerve sounds reasonable,” Vivian added, “… but it’s up to you… er…”
“Bill…” Bill supplied.
“It’s up to you, Bill… I wouldn’t want to let you think you were being pressured into it,” she finished.
“O.K., you can go ahead and give me the treatment,” Bill agreed. “I just don’t think it’d do much good for me!”
Later, as Vivian finished her highball, she rose to her feet and said, “Well… let’s get ready for your treatment, Bill!” She smiled at her husband. “Matt…?”
The doctor got up, went into the hallway and brought her portable table, setting it up, quickly’ in the Wright’s bedroom, and helped Bill onto it.
“We’ll have to get rid of that robe… and at least the tops of your pajamas!” Vivian Bender observed.
Obediently Bill shed the garments, grunting, “I’ll keep the bottoms, though!”
“Suit yourself… Bill, but it’d be better… if you were completely nude…”
“No, thank you!” he emphasized.
Faye watched the preparations with interest as Bill lay face down on the narrow table, then she felt Doctor Bender’s touch on her arm, “Faye… you and I can go enjoy another drink while Vivian works on him… O.K.?”
“Why… y-yes, of course, Doctor… if you’d rather…” she smiled.
“I’d rather!” he stated. “Vivian doesn’t need my help here… this is a field I know very little about!”
Vivian, who had begun to knead and pommel the muscles of Bill’s shoulders, looked up and grinned, “Yes, Matt… you and Faye run along
I do prefer privacy… when I’m working on a patient.”
Faye caught some sort of significant glance exchanged between the doctor and his wife, and she could have sworn there was something of a lewd salaciousness in it. Then, on quick reflection she decided she must have imagined it. There was no reason for her to think that the doctor and his wife had some ulterior motive in what they were doing. Everything was much too straightforward. They seemed to be eager to help Bill, in any way they could. She dismissed the impression from her mind as a bit of foolishness.
Back in the living room, she asked, “Doctor… do you think it’ll really help him?”
“It very well might,” he said, “however, a good deal of the success of any treatment depends upon the patient… whether the person wants to be helped..
“I understand… Doctor… and Bill seems to be awfully pessimistic about the whole thing… that’s the whole trouble, isn’t it?”
“Yes… and actually, my own diagnosis – the one I truly believe – is that it’s all in his mind… and that’s a job for a psychiatrist!” He smiled at her quick frown. “But, I agreed to the physical therapy approach… as a sort of experiment…” He stopped short. “Hey… how about those drinks…?”
“Oh, yes… I almost forgot…” She started toward the bar, but the doctor stopped her.
“I’ll mix!” he said. “If you don’t mind… I’m a pretty good bartender. I probably missed my calling…” He grinned at her disarmingly.
She was glad of his offer to build the drinks; the proportions always seemed to escape her. Sitting down, comfortably on the couch, she smiled her agreement. ‘Please… I really prefer to have a man do the drinks…”
Surreptitiously, as he mixed the tall highballs, Matt Bender added a few drops of Dhattura to her drink. He had carried the small phial in his pocket, in preparation for the evening’s activities. It was easier if inhibitions were broken down, right at the start.
He brought the drinks to where she sat and handed hers to her. “Try that, Faye,” he said, genially.
She sipped. “It’s very good, Doctor…” she complimented.
“Let’s knock off the doctor stuff!” he told her. “My name’s Matt… and my wife’s name is Vivian… I’m not in my office, now! Among friends… we’re just ordinary people.”
“All right… if you insist, Matt it is…” She lifted her glass and drank.
Matt sat down beside her, lifted his own glass and took a healthy swallow, smacking his lips, appreciatively, “Yes… that’s a good drink… I always build them double!”
“Heavens! I’d better take it easy, then!” She had just taken a generous swallow of her own.
“Plenty of time… Faye. Vivian’ll be working with him for quite a while! She’s very thorough!”
He looked over at her, appraisingly, his eyes sweeping over her, sensuously, taking in all of her blonde loveliness.
“Bill’s very lucky to have a woman like you for a wife,” he said.
Faye felt her face flush. She didn’t know how to handle his statement. “What do you m-mean…?” she asked in confusion.
“You’re a very lovely woman… and a sexy one!” he complimented.
Now, her face flamed crimson. “Well… thank you… Matt… but I-I…” She stopped in real confusion. There were strange fires beginning to glow down between her thighs in her loins… and there was no reason for it. She had had only the one weak highball she had made for herself… and about half of the double. It couldn’t be the alcohol.
“Is something wrong, my dear?” he asked. “No… n-not really… I just had a strange feeling come over me…” she shrugged. “It’s nothing really…”
“A feeling like… you’d like to be fucked?” he asked, smiling at her lewdly.