Chapter 11: Out of the Frying Pan

Kathy heard Mrs. Potter's voice as her head began to clear. "Now, Mr. Barnes, I've warned you and warned you about loosening your grip when your partner starts turning blue."

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Potter, I keep forgetting. I'm sorry," Mr. Barnes moaned. He was lying on the floor, cupping his tenderized privates with both hands. "You were across the room, what did you hit me with?"

"I took the precaution of inserting a remote-control electric prod in Kathy's ass. All I did was push the button."

Kathy was still sprawled across the desk, "Are you all right, dear?" Mrs. Potter asked as she helped the trembling girl into a chair.

"It was incredible, Mrs. Potter. Why did you stop him? Why did you stop him?" Kathy gasped.

"I had to do something, he was strangling you."

"So what? It was heavenly!" the stunned girl spoke with the voice of love. "He's heavenly."

"But he doesn't know when to let go, dear, another few minutes and you would have suffered brain damage... or worse."

"I don't care," Kathy protested as she rubbed her pulsating posterior. "He can do anything he wants to me, anything."

"You heard the young lady, Mr. Barnes, do you want to continue the session?"

"I'd love to, Mrs. Potter," the injured man panted, "but I think your little jolt has put me out of action for a while. I need to get back to my room before I black out."

"Can I go with him?" Kathy pleaded. "I want to take care of him, please, Mrs. Potter."

"I'm sorry, Kathy, the patient's rooms are off limits. There's nothing I can do," Mrs. Potter tried to comfort the freshly-fried girl.

"You won't forget me, will you, Kathy?" Mr. Barnes said as the orderlies strapped him to the gurney.

"Never, never, never," Kathy staggered to the gurney and planted a kiss before her rubbery legs collapsed, spilling her to the floor. "I'll come get you when I get out."

She called out her full name, address and phone number as the gurney rolled out of the room. "I'll be waiting for you, really, I will," she pledged.

Mrs. Potter helped her back to the chair as the double hospital doors swung closed. "It's okay, Kathy, you did fine. I'm sorry, I had the prod set too high. Are you all right?"

The love-struck girl sobbed. "I just want him back. I just want him ba--"

"Ho, ho, what's going on here?" Officer Ray burst into the room. The jolly policeman put his hand on Kathy's shoulder. "What's wrong little lady, ol' Barnesee too tough for ya?"

"Hush, Ray," Mrs. Potter scolded. "The young lady's in love and I'm afraid she's just had a pretty big shock."

"What, that her new boyfriend's a choker?" the irrepressible officer laughed. Mrs. Potter shot him a look.

"No, she thought that was great," Mrs. Potter sighed. "I mean a real shock. I put an electric prod in her anus and I'm afraid I turned it up to high. I almost fried them both."

"Holy mother of Jesus, of all things," Officer Ray put his arm around the sobbing girl. "Don't you worry, little lady, your old buddy Officer Ray knows exactly how to take your mind off your heart troubles."

"I just want to go home," Kathy wailed.

"Can't do, Kathy. You're legally committed until noon and you've got another eight hours to go."

"So what do you suggest we do with her until then?" asked a frustrated Mrs. Potter. "I don't think she could handle any more of my patients after what she's been through."

'Couldn't agree more," the policeman said as he picked Kathy up and hoisted her over his shoulder. "That's why I'm taking her to the basement firing range. I'm getting the boys together for practice and this young lady will make the perfect target."

Oh, well, out of the frying pan, into the line of fire, thought Kathy as the double doors closed behind them.