Chapter 74: "That's Possible"

Kathy slid her tender derriere onto the examination table.

Mrs. Potter stared intently at her freshly-flogged patient. "Well, it doesn't seem to be a case of multiple personalities, they'll almost always start to manifest themselves after about thirty lashes." She reached into her desk for a latex glove. "We may have to probe deeper to find the root of the problem. That is," she slipped the white rubbery sheath over her right hand, "unless you're ready to confess."

"Confess to what?" Kathy shivered as the raven haired professional spread her legs and buckled her ankles into the icy metal stirrups.

"That's what we're going to find out." Mrs. Popper dipped her gloved hand into a gallon can of lubricant. "You may be amazed by what pops into your head when I go to work on your ovaries."

"Isn't there something else we can try first?" Mommy intervened. "Officer Ray has arranged a blind date for the girls this Saturday night and she might not be healed in time."

That's right, Kathy thought, she wouldn't want to be all black and blue inside when she mounted Michael. Thank goodness Officer Ray had told Mommy she and Christi had a date!

"Well, there is one thing we might consider, but it's so far fetched that I hate to even bring it up."

"What?" Kathy quizzed desperately.

"Now, this hasn't been scientifically proven, but there have been reports lately of people claiming they've visited alternate dimensions."

"Alternate what?"

"Alternate dimensions." She spread Kathy's nether lips and began working her fingers inside. "I'm not a physicist, but apparently some very bright people believe there are other plains of existence and that, once in a while, the doors open and people travelled to the other side."

"I think that's, that's worth pursuing," Kathy gasped as Mrs. Potter's knuckles entered the breach.

"Well, your case does fit the profile. The reports say people wake up thinking they're in their own house or wherever, but things are just different. Like in your case, the people are overdressed and sexually retarded."

Kathy fixed her jaw as Mrs. Potter's thumb made itself at home. "That's possible," she pleaded through tightly clinched teeth, "isn't it, Mommy?"

"Yes, I guess so, Kathy." Mommy put her hand on Mrs. Potter's wrist. "Let's find out about this 'alternate dimension' thing, first. You can always interrogate her more if it doesn't work out."

"Well, it's a shame to stop now that I've almost got them, but if that's what you want," Mrs. Potter sighed, "that's what we'll do." She reluctantly withdrew her hand, snapped off the glove and threw it in the trash. "I'll call a doctor friend of mine who is interested in such, uh, 'unusual' theories and make an appointment for you."

The pearl-skinning stunner helped Kathy down from the table and helped Mommy walk the wobbly blonde to the door. "Oh, I almost forgot," she smiled as she said her good-byes, "Mr. Potter and I really enjoyed Billy's party. And," she blushed like a school girl, "I liked your Mutzi so much that I'm thinking of getting a German shepherd of my own!"

"That's wonderful! In the meantime, come by anytime you feel like," Mommy winked, "putting on the dog."

"I'll keep that in mind," she giggled, "and I'll let you know when my friend can see Kathy."

"Wow!" Kathy exclaimed as the big white car pulled out of the parking lot. "Do you think it's possible, Mommy? Could I have really visited another dimension?"

"Well, I have read about such things in the women's magazines. But the stories are so silly," Mommy shook her head doubtfully, "like worlds where sex can kill you and even society women carry babies in their own tummies."

"Yuck!" Kathy cackled. "Stretch marks!"

"I know, it's all pretty far-fetched."

"But, now that I think about it you, I mean that 'other' Mommy did look a little chunky. Those poor people," Kathy voice filled with pity, "they're living on the planet of the dorks!"