"Yes, yes. Well, in view of all you've told me, I don't think there's any need for Mr Fullcrack to continue his investigations into your practice. I must admit, I did find the things Mrs Moodie told me hard to believe. She said that there were whipping sessions, bondage..."

  "She certainly has a good imagination, Mr Venereal! It's all rather sad, really."

  "Apparently, Gina Cology's stories about you and your practice originated from Mrs Moodie."

  "Yes, I know. They'll probably continue to tell you all sorts of dreadful things about me, but you know the truth now. Well, I've taken up enough of your time, I'd better be going."

  "Thank you for coming to see me, Doctor Lickman. You've saved my staff and me a lot of time and trouble."

  "As I said, I thought it best to tell you. I knew that Monica had been in touch with you and..."

  "Yes, you did the right thing."

  "I'd appreciate it if you'll say nothing to Monica about this. Should she contact you again, just humour her, make out that you'll look into things."

  "Yes, I will. Well, goodbye, Doctor Lickman."

  Pulling up in the car park, Larry wondered what to do with Gina and her daughter. At least Venereal and Fullcrack were off his back, for the time being! The taxman had been satisfied, thanks to Brigit, but Larry was still in a hell of a lot of trouble, he knew. Entering reception, wondering what hellish problems he'd have to face, he frowned to see Brigit and Lily standing side by side, giggling.

  "How are things, Brigit?" he asked. "Who was the man who called yesterday?"

  "I'm sorry about that, Larry, I thought he was a detective. It turned out that he was a bloody salesman!"

  "You were wise to be cautious, good girl."

  "Anyway, come and see what we've done!" Brigit grinned in her excitement as she skipped down the hall, her red microskirt revealing the gentle curves of her taut buttocks.

  "My God!" Larry gasped as he entered the bondage room and gazed at the desk and office furniture. "But, where are..."

  "We let them go," Lilly smiled, standing by his side, her blue eyes sparkling. "We had to, Larry."

  "Yes, I suppose you did."

  "We also have these," Lily said, taking several photographs from the shelf. "We found them in Gina's handbag."

  "Well girls, you've certainly done a bloody good job!" Larry beamed, looking through the pictures of the so-called Mrs Cravings, Larry's knob spunking over the woman's grinning face. "But there's still a problem, if they tell the police about the false wall..."

  "We took the button away," Brigit interrupted him, tossing her auburn hair over her shoulder. "We ripped the wiring out and took the button away so no one will know about the wall."

  "If anyone looked closely, they'd realize that... oh well, all we can do is hope for the best, I suppose," Larry sighed as the reception bell rang.

  "I wonder who that is?" Brigit murmured, leaving the room with Larry in tow. "Perhaps it's..."

  Her words tailing off as she gazed in horror at Gina, Christine and Monica standing with a suited middle-aged man, Brigit froze. "That's him!" Monica screeched, pointing at Larry. "He's the one!"

  "All right, Mrs Moodie, leave this to me," the man said, stepping forward. "Doctor Lickman, I'm DI Clarke - might I speak to you in private?"

  "Er... yes, of course, come this way."

  Leading the detective into his consulting room, Larry closed the door and offered him a seat. Things had never been as bad as this, he reflected, wishing he'd not sexually abused the women. Hindsight was about as much use as a paper condom, he mused, watching the sleuth rubbing his chin.

  "Three women have made serious allegations concerning you, Doctor Lickman," he began as Larry sat opposite him. "Allegedly, two of them were raped by you, sexually abused, and kept here overnight. The other one says that she was stripped, sexually abused, and..."

  "Sexually... I don't understand!" Larry gasped, holding his hand to his head, feigning astonishment. "For goodness sake, I'm a qualified doctor!"

  "Your profession has no bearing on the matter."

  "Well, it should!"

  "Whether it should or shouldn't has no bearing either."

  "Why not?"

  "Because I'm the detective and I say so. Now, the women say they were taken to a secret room and stripped and bound with rope. Where is your examination room?"

  "I'll show you," Larry replied, rising to his feet. "This is incredible, it really is!"

  "Life is incredible at times."

  "Life stinks at times!" Leading the man into the bondage room, Larry smiled, his fingers crossed behind his back. "This is it. There's the examination couch, minus rope, and the desk over there is where I..."

  "The women told me that there's a false wall," the detective interrupted, running his hand along the walls as he walked round the room.

  "A false wall?" Larry echoed, his heart racing. "I really can't think why they're saying these things! Rape, sexual abuse, a false wall... mind you, Gina Cology has been trying to have me closed down for a long time. Her practice if going under and she believes that if she can close my practice down, she'll have more clients. I suppose there is some logic in her thinking. As for Monica, well, all I can think is that she's in league with Gina because I'm having to dismiss her."

  "Well, the walls are solid enough. You say that you're dismissing Mrs Moodie?"

  "Yes, I broke the news to her several days ago. She's always arriving late, she takes time off, she's rude to the clients... her husband left her recently, which didn't help. I had no choice, I'm afraid."

  "The thing is, Doctor Lickman, I have three women alleging that you sexually abused them. I can understand that one might bear a grudge, but not three."

  "Well, Gina's obviously got her daughter to back her up to try to save her failing business and, as I've told you, Monica..."

  "Yes, as you've told me. Would you mind coming here please, ladies?" DI Clarke called, moving to the open door. "We'll ask the women about the false wall. Right, Mrs Moodie, where is the false wall you mentioned?" he asked as the women filed into the room, followed by Brigit and Lily.

  "It was across there," she replied, pointing to the floor. "There was a padded wooden cross over there, where the desk is, and..."

  "He tied my daughter to the cross and sexually assaulted her!" Gina broke in. "And that girl there, Miss Biways, used a candle..."

  "Used a candle?" Brigit queried.

  "She thrashed me with a cane!"

  "Does your body bear the marks of the alleged thrashing, Mrs Cology?" the sleuth asked, raising his eyebrows as he waited in anticipation.

  "Well, yes but..."

  "Would you show the members of the court the marks allegedly caused by thrashing your buttocks?"

  "We're not in court!"

  "Mrs Cology, your statement has no relevance on the matter in hand. Are you prepared to show the court the marks or not?"

  "No, certainly not!"

  "They removed our pubic hair!" Monica broke in.

  "I cannot accept hearsay as evidence, Mrs Moodie. Please be good enough to show the court the pubic area of your body from where the pubic hair was removed."

  "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."

 

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