<strong>Bambi Martin, with Dr. Jackson Rogers, Behind the Curtains of Bed 11</strong><br/><br/>“Oh no,” Bambi said. Her face fell, sad and dejected. “The merchandise could be cocaine? That’s not what Ricco told me … um, y’know, if I happened to know anyone named Ricco, which I don’t, y’know.” Her face turned red, and found herself unable to look Dr. Jackson in the eyes. Even though she liked looking in his eyes … the doctor was really quite a fox, as far as Bambi was concerned.<br/><br/>“Oh, but I know, doctor!” Bambi’s face brightened. He held up her hand, like she was a student being called on by a teacher in a classroom. “Maybe, while I was, y’know, working on the plane? Some sinister gentleman, he secretly drugged me. And, y’know, without my knowing it, he just happened to coat five party balloons in baby oil and shove them up my ass, without anyone noticing.” She nodded vigorously. “I think that might’ve happened.”<br/><br/>Bambi closed her eyes. It was easier to think that way.<em>I put five in my ass in the hotel room last night,</em>Bambi thought.<em>I got sick, so I went to the lavatory, like Ricco said, and took them all out.</em><br/><br/>Bambi started counting on her fingers.<em>Took ‘em all out … one, two, three, four …</em><br/><br/><em>Uh-oh.</em><br/><br/>She hoped Dr. Jackson didn’t mind finding a surprise. She was actually happy when he started talking to her about getting better, he seemed so nice. She didn’t think a nice guy would call the fuzz on her, she hoped he wouldn’t …<br/><br/>“Oh, I like it rough,” Bambi said sincerely. “I like it when guys pull my hair, and slap my ass really hard, sometimes until it turns red as a beet, and stings like bee stingers stung it. And sometimes my boyfriend likes it when I call him ‘daddy’.” She looked over her shoulder at Dr. Jackson, who seemed quite busy putting on a latex glove. “Does that help you with your diagtholosis, or whatever you use to figure out why I’m sick and have cramps?”<br/><br/>She rolled onto her stomach, and raised her ass in the air, spreading her legs slightly. He hadn’t asked her to do that, but it seemed to Bambi like the appropriate thing to do.<br/><br/>“Listen,” she whispered hoarsely to Dr. Jackson, “you’re sure I won’t get in trouble for this? I mean, don’t you have to write up paperwork and stuff about what made me sick? I mean, I don’t want you to get in trouble, but I could, um, make it worth your while if you make sure nobody else finds out about this.” She squirmed a little on the bed, waiting for Dr. Jackson’s fingers. “It could be kind of like when I get speeding tickets, I take care of, um, things, and nobody needs to know.”