The Achland Sex Rehab Center looked like any other resort-style rehab hospital. Sitting on the back of private land, it looked like a postcard. Sterile white walls and a friendly staff, it was the place to go if one was suffering from too much sex drive. The first floor was the only one opened to visitors, and the patients and staff made it look like the rehab was working. That was the idea. The truth of Achland was hidden from view.<br/><br/>Treating sex with sex. It was Carrie Thown's brainchild, her greatest secret. Anyone who worked for her had to have the same sexual needs as her patients. It was a good deal. They came to her because they needed sex, and she made sure they got what they wanted while teaching them how to curb their desires just enough to look healed.<br/><br/>So far, it was working.<br/><br/>"Momma" Carrie Thown, the warden of Achland, was not a real mother. She just got a sexual thrill from being called that. Even in the most innocent of settings, she liked it. Her staff and patients had to call her Momma. Some thought it was her real name. She created Achland to put her perverse desires into action.<br/><br/>Tucking a strand of her black hair, she picked up the file of her first patient of the day. She was a pretty woman with black hair, blue eyes and large breasts that strained against her prim-and-proper business suit. Her nipples were pomenient as she didn't wear a bra (or panties). Around her, staff started their day. Everyone had to get to their first patients, start the day with a sexual bang.<br/><br/>That brought a smile to her face.