THE PERFECT ORGASM (standard:fairy tales, 7622 words)
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AN EXISTENTIAL FAIRY TALE ABOUT SEX AGGRESSION AND INTIMACY. IT IS NOT PORNOGRAPHIC

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emergency ward the pediatrician told Dr. Brugelbagel that the baby girl 
was found abandoned in a shoe box on the steps of the hospital early 
that morning. He led the professor into the examining room and from the 
moment Boff saw the baby girl he became breathless. He felt an unknown 
excitement. The pediatrician left Boff alone in the room. 

She was lying on the examining table, making some small movements of her
arms and legs.  Her eyes were open; she was staring in the direction of 
the ceiling light.  When he moved closer to her she looked in his 
direction.  He decided on that he would call her Babygirl until they 
found out who she was. 

From time to time during the examination he hummed quietly, nodding his
head rhythmically.  He rubbed his hands together in a gesture of 
satisfaction and his body swayed slightly. He moved out of her sight.  
After a few moments her hand went down to her vagina.  He moved into 
her field of vision.  She stopped the touching. 

He called in a male medical student and asked him to examine Babygirl. 
As he was examining her hand went down to her genitals.  Her legs 
moved, her hips moved, and she shuddered. Dr. Brugelbagel thought: "She 
had an orgasm, by God." 

He sent the student out of the room.  He began to hum and Babygirl
looked in his direction.  He called in a nurse and told her to put 
Babygirl back in her crib.  She did and the baby cried. He had a female 
nurse's aide pick up Babygirl and the reaction was the same as the one 
to the nurse. He asked a male doctor to pick up the baby and she lay 
quietly in his arms. 

Before he left the emergency room he told the pediatrician to have her
transferred to the children's ward.  He emphasized that she not be 
restrained in touching herself. 

She grew and developed normally, day by day, week by week.  From time to
time she explored herself, touched herself to orgasm. Summaries of her 
activities were reported to the professor.  He visited her alone, every 
day, for a few minutes.  They were both quiet during those times.  
Except when he hummed and she made little sounds.  She never touched 
herself. 

She was getting excellent treatment from the staff of the pediatrics
department.  At the beginning and end of his visit with his head 
nodding, he swayed, rubbed his hands, hummed. 

Some months went by and Babygirl continued to grow and develop normally,
still touching herself especially in  the presence of males.  She was 
not happy with females except with older, motherly women. Babygirl was 
most irritable and unmanageable when the hospital social worker came 
near her. This woman was correct in behavior but she was rigid and very 
religious. She was indifferent to Babygirl's rejection of her,  but she 
was turned off  by her open sexuality. She was very dedicated about 
finding adopting parents for Babygirl but was unsuccessful. 

Boff was happy with his relationship to Babygirl and satisfied with the
way his research was going.  He was spending a half an hour with her 
every day, observing her scientifically. These half hours became the 
best part of his day, every day for seven days a week. He never touched 
her, but stood close  enough so that she could see him clearly.  When 
he was in her room she stopped all sexual activities.  Once he was 
called out in middle of his visit to answer a phone call. She cried.  
The moment he came back in she stopped crying. 

Always, at the end of his visit, he would stand next to her, making eye
contact, nod his head rhythmically, sway a little, rub his hands gently 
together.  And hum.  After she made her sound he would step out of her 
visual field, shake his head as if to clear away some confusion.  He 
was once again the professional.  Then he left her. 

The longer she stayed on the ward the more of a celebrity she became.
Staff came from every department to see Babygirl.  A few of them were 
sexually conflicted, disturbed or perverted. One or two tried to touch 
her and they were quickly caught and thrown off the ward, fired from 
the hospital.   Because of the increasingly heavy traffic of the 
curiosity-seekers and the sick ones, it was clear that Babygirl must 
leave the hospital.  There were two choices:  adoption or Orphan 
Asylum. 

The social worker had friends, an extremely religious, middle-aged,
childless couple. She told them about Babygirl and they pressured their 
friend to let them adopt Babygirl.  The social worker suggested this 
couple to the professor without telling him about their religious 
fanaticism.  After a brief interview with the professor, he agreed that 
they could be foster parents but not adoptive ones. 

Who was this couple?  They married at a late age, both virgins,
dedicated religionists.  After they married he husband tried to have 
sex with his wife but he was impotent and she and didn't permit any 
kind of penetration. For more than a year they tried to have sex and 
failed. They believed that fun sex was the instrument of the devil and 
from the moment they heard about Babygirl from the social worker they 
knew they had their calling: Save Babygirl. 

The professor had interviewed them that afternoon; the following day he
was going overseas to an international convention.  He was making his 
first major report on Babygirl.  The couple were pleasant, polite, 
cooperative.  They agreed to all of his conditions.  The social worker 
was to have the right to visit Babygirl whenever she wanted. They were 
to keep records. When Dr. B. would come back from his overseas 
convention he was to visit Babygirl every day and he was to have a half 
hour alone with her.  They agreed.   They signed all the forms with 
great respect. They smiled and nodded to God. 

It was catastrophe for Boff and Babygirl.  The social worker had done a
terrible, unethical thing: she brought Babygirl the foster parents and 
showed her file to them. After she left with the file, the social 
worker was mugged, beaten and murdered.  Babygirl's file was casually 
thrown into a garbage pail. There was no other record of her new family 
and address. . 

The foster parents read about the murder in the newspaper and saw it
briefly on a local TV news program.  They saw this as a gift from God.  
The professor was notified of this tragedy and he returned home 
immediately. 

He was a wild man.  For the first time in his life he was aggressively
destructive.  He threw things, broke things and cursed.  Finally, he 
controlled himself.  The police were called in.  They searched for 
Babygirl. The professor searched for her. The staff of the ward went 
out to search for her. Nobody found anything. 

Boff missed Babygirl, terribly but he managed to cover up his feelings.
Within, he felt a vital part of him was lost and in it's place was 
emptiness. 

Babygirl?  She was finally living in a house  - but not a home.  She had
food, clothing and shelter but no warmth or love: no Intimacy.  And her 
sex needs? It was the mother who had the responsibility to stop 
Babygirl from touching herself.  She was tough, fanatic.  She tied 
Babygirl's hands but then Babygirl would rub her legs together.  So she 
tied her legs apart, and her hands to the sides.  Babygirl screamed for 
hours until she almost drove the father crazy. But not the mother. 

The father felt a strong sexual attraction to Babygirl.  This feeling at
first frightened him and then he began to enjoy it.  He fought with his 
wife about her cruel treatment of the baby.  He freed her from her 
restraints and his wife was furious; she started to beat Babygirl more 
when her husband was not home. When the father became aware of the 
mother's incessant cruelty he sent his wife out of the house – for 
fresh air. From the moment his wife closed the door he went into a 
trance-like state.  He went to the sleeping Babygirl, stood over her, 
looking down. She slept, peacefully.  He was aroused, erect. He went to 
the toilet.  He masturbated for the first time in his life. He had a 
toilet orgasm. 

He became hysterical, crying, begging his God for forgiveness.  He felt
forgiven.  He promised himself he would confess his sin to his wife.  
He didn't.  He promised he would never be alone with Babygirl when she 
was sleeping.  He broke his promise. He had his toilet orgasm. 

Babygirl grew but the parental power struggle intensified.  From time to
time the father satisfied his needs.  The mother physically harassed 
Babygirl when her husband was not home.  The years passed. The more the 
mother punished and prayed over Babygirl the more fanatic the girl 
became.  The mother and child were in a vicious destructive cycle that 
increasingly frustrated the father. Finally, there was relief and 
release. 

The mother caught the father aroused and erect, standing over Babygirl's
bed.  He panicked and ran out of the house.  The mother began to beat 
the sleeping girl.  She wanted her to die. When she was exhausted she 
came out of her trance.  She took the bleeding, badly hurt girl to the 
nearest hospital emergency room.  She told the examining doctor that 
the child had fallen out of bed and the doctor had no time.  He had to 
save the child. The mother ran out of the hospital, out of Babygirl's 
life forever. 

Babygirl's condition was critical, but she survived. Again, she had no
identity.  She was six years old when she was transferred to a home for 
abandoned children. She had recovered physically but not emotionally 
and psychologically; she was a cripple. She would talk and make no 
sense. Or she would become withdrawn and retreat  into a corner and hum 
quietly, becoming violent with anyone who came close to her. When she 
was not having these episodes she was seductive to the male children 
and male staff. The children called her "crazy," "prostitute," "sick."  
The female staff regularly beat her, especially when they caught her 
masturbating.  Babygirl was stubborn and fought back until she was 
beaten into exhaustion. 

Her behavior became more and more peculiar as the years passed. She
laughed without reason, she seemed to be listening to voices when no 
one spoke to her. When everyone was serious she would laugh. When 
everyone was having fun she would suddenly be frightened.  Her 
unprovoked rage reactions were only controlled when the staff locked 
her in the lightless broom closet under the stairs. 

When she was ten years old she was beautiful of face and body, and moved
with grace and style. And crazy.  One day she got her first period and 
she panicked, thinking she was going to die. She escaped from the 
asylum and was gone four days.  When she returned she was dirty, 
incoherent and no longer a virgin. 

Since that time on she would have sudden attacks of anxiety, acting as
if her life was being threatened. She began to sneak out of the 
institution and when she was found it was always in the company of 
males. On her return to the home she would become aggressive, 
destructive and violent.  Then  she was locked up, in darkness. 

When she was thirteen years old she was beaten senseless and raped by a
new man on the staff. The following day, battered, bloody and 
semi-conscious, she was found in an alley near the asylum. In the 
emergency room she recovered consciousness but she was completely 
crazy.  The only understandable thing she said was her name.  When the 
consulting psychiatrist heard her name he felt a shock of recognition.  
He had read about her in Professor Brugelbagel's articles in 
psychiatric journals.  He called the professor who was overjoyed that 
she was alive. Then he hummed for the first time after thirteen years. 

When he saw her in the emergency room he was shocked.  She was bloody,
battered and bandaged.  She was muttering incoherently, straining 
against the thick straps of her straight jacket. Without thinking, he 
began to hum and she stopped still. When he stopped humming she became 
crazy again. He in a voice  that was rhythmic, gentle, slow and 
caressing. From time to time he would hum briefly and she lay quietly.  
He transferred her to his psychiatric ward.  The first circle was 
closed. 

SECOND CIRCLE During the first year she talked and acted crazy most of
the time.  She had periodic, unpredictable violent attacks start by her 
sudden screaming; she would cover her head with her arms as if 
protecting herself. Sometimes she tried to seduce any male near her. 
Only the Chief Nurse could come close to her. She was middle-aged, 
average in height, solidly built with a full bosom.  She had an aura of 
an earth mother though she had never married, never had any children. 
All the patients on the ward loved her, because she was honest, 
dependable, competent, warm, loving – and a realistic disciplinarian. 

Babygirl was treated with tranquillizers or by injection. She only took
her medicine only from the male staff and the nurse.  The medications 
slowed her down, but she still spoke nonsense.  Sometimes she would be 
put in a padded cell,  the psychiatric broom closet. 

The first year he met her every day with for a therapy session.  From
the moment she entered his office all her violent behavior would stop.  
She would often get up from her chair and wander aimlessly around the 
office.  From time to time she would stop her restless behavior, stand 
over him, staring directly into his eyes.  After she sat down, he would 
begin to speak quietly, gently, caressingly, rhythmically. 

By the second year she no longer walked around the office restlessly but
she had stopped talking; she sat in her chair staring straight ahead 
Boff began talk about himself, about her, about her therapy.  When the 
session was over, he was once again the professional.  He would nod his 
head, sway, rub his hands together, slowly and he would hum. Then the 
doctor opened the door and Babygirl left. 

During the second year there was a gradual elimination of her crazy
behavior and all signs of sex disappeared. But she would become very 
fearful when she had to leave the locked ward. She only left it with 
the chief nurse. 

The professor was satisfied with her progress though she was still not
talking. He found someone who would help him, the chief nurse. Babygirl 
loved being with the chief nurse and loved listening to her talk about 
going to the beach.  This relationship inspired the doctor to have the 
nurse talk to Babygirl in a  bathing suit while in a Jacuzzi bath. The 
nurse agreed to do it, and Babygirl nodded assent. 

The three of them went to the empty physiotherapy department where the
Jacuzzi waited for them: full, bubbling, warm. The nurse told her to 
take off the bathrobe and climb into the pool and she panicked.  The 
nurse understood immediately.  She looked at Boff, looked at the door 
and he went outside, leaving the door partially open.   Babygirl took 
off her robe and easily immersed herself into warm pool.  She closed 
her eyes, smiled, opened them and looked at her friend.   She spoke, ” 
Yes." 

The professor came back into the room, hoping to have a session with
her.  Babygirl became panicky and Boff fled. The nurse spoke to her in 
a quiet voice.  about her beach. Babygirl lay back in the tub, relaxed, 
For one hour there was perfect communications even though Babygirl  
didn't say a word.  At the end of the hour she came out of the pool, 
dried herself, put on her bathrobe.  She said,  "I'm ready to go back." 


From then on, she spoke normally with everyone except to the professor.
He was happy with this positive addition to his patient's therapy.  Now 
he had to get used to having help. He knew the nurse and he needed each 
other in order to succeed. 

She was fifteen years old and beginning her third year of treatment.  In
her private sessions she still but she stayed seated for the entire 
hour.  Then the breakthrough. Babygirl came to the session in a new 
dress that the nurse gave her.  She wore no makeup, didn't comb her 
hair, did nothing to look or act more feminine.  But her appearance 
triggered something in Boff.  He looked at her and looked away. Then. 
He began to speak about his personal life. He talked on and on, never 
once looking at Babygirl. 

She began to speak to him, quietly.  She smiled and he smiled back. At
the end of the session he had a strange thought: "Here I am, a forty 
four year old man, feeling good with a fifteen year old girl!"          
                                             * 

Babygirl understood what was happening to Boff.   She said "Yes," and
left the room. She was making progress and he would succeed.  In the 
following sessions  he was did the same thing, tell her about his 
personal life. She was understanding, supportive, with an occasional 
nod of her head. 

Around this time Babygirl stopped the water treatment.  The doctor
agreed and  the nurse was sorry. But they continued to meet formally 
and informally on the ward, and talked together. Like wanting to.  Her 
older more experience friend helped her improve her appearance.  One 
day Babygirl came to the session looking more attractive than usual. 

She had a flush on her cheeks and brightness in her eyes and she moved
around in her chair much more than she ever did.  Her hair was neatly 
combed and styled.  He became confused but he had the answer. He was 
attracted to a woman for the  first time in his adult life.   His 
shouted thought was, "She's a teenager, for God's sake." 

He forced himself to be very stiff and formal during the session.  There
was a hint of rejection in his behavior.  Her reaction was immediate 
and very painful.  She became withdrawn. From then on, the sessions 
were straight psychotherapy He felt more sure of himself as a 
therapist. 

And so it went, through the third year and into the fourth year.  Her
behavior was normal by any standards. The nurse gave Babygirl more 
responsibility for helping with ward chores she was spending some of 
her free time with Babygirl. Babygirl wore clothes were always, pressed 
and the colors always matched.  She refused to wear any makeup yet 
there was no doubt she was a woman. . 

When sex was discussed on the ward a coldness would come over her.  The
patients were examined periodically by the ward doctors, but not 
Babygirl.  She allowed no man to touch her. She agreed to being 
examined by a female doctor. 

The nurse shared personal details about her life: she was almost married
once but her boyfriend had gone to war and never came back.  She had 
lived with several men but never found one she wanted to marry. When 
she was almost forty years old she decided to get pregnant without 
telling the father of the child. It was a difficult pregnancy and in 
the last few months she had high blood pressure and kidney 
complications.  She lost the baby. 

By the end of her fourth year of treatment Babygirl had found a home on
the ward. The nurse and doctor were family to her. Her main problem was 
her inability to leave the ward without one of them being with her.  
The professor was a perfectionist.  He wanted her to be completely 
cured so that he could finish the book he was writing. There were two 
unresolved problems: Her anxiety about leaving the ward, and her past 
sexuality. 

Intimacy and sex were a double threat that he was unable to suppress or
repress within himself. Babygirl had made no progress with her two 
problems. One day at the end of the fourth year he had a bad night  and 
that morning he had forgotten to have breakfast.  Babygirl was very 
uncooperative.  He had raised the subject of sex. She had become angry, 
telling him, "Get off my back.” Then she literally turned her back on 
him. He became confused, and desperate. She turned and faced him, 
crossing her legs, brushing her hair back from her forehead. 

Now he was speaking with more confidence, as a person.  He told her that
she was the first one he had ever been close to and he felt that he was 
beginning to lose her. His voice cracked. Babygirl hummed. Boff heard 
it as the thunder which comes before the lightning.  He jumped up from 
his chair, swinging his arms around wildly and he knocked his glasses 
off his face.  He froze. He could not see without them.  He groped 
frantically, knocking things off his desktop.  He went down on his 
knees, searching around on the floor.  He found nothing. Standing up 
shakily, he looked around blindly. 

Babygirl came to him, bent down and picked up his glasses and said, "I
have what you are looking for." She gave him the glasses and their 
hands touched, their first intimate, physical contact. He said, "Thank 
you for giving me what I needed." 

From then on she was free of all inhibitions and talked freely about her
past sex life. She spoke calmly about the traumas of her past, her 
sexual excesses, leaving nothing out.  .  She described the crazy years 
in detail.  He sat quietly never taking his eyes off her face but the 
struggle with his emotions continued and he couldn't stop thinking 
about her as a woman. 

She understood the growing closeness of her relationship with Boff, with
no sexual thought. She was at peace with herself.  She felt she had 
matured. Her repulsion of males disappeared and she allowed male 
physicians to examine her, but not internally. 

She was the youngest leader of the patients: she took on more
responsibilities for the housekeeping chores and in helping the staff 
run the ward. She was seventeen years. Overcoming her fear of leaving 
the ward she began to explore the hospital. She ran personal errands 
for the patients such as buying things in the canteen, earning small 
change in payment. She used the money to buy candy bars, magazines for 
adolescents, a comb and mirror set. 

Babygirl often passed the entrance doors and saw the steps leading down
into the street. She tried to go through the doors on several occasions 
but her anxiety turned to panic. She accepted this limitation, 
believing she would never be able to leave the hospital.  She felt 
secure in her relationship to Boff, the chief nurse, the staff, and 
patients. 

During the fifth year continued to work with the doctor on her fear of
leaving the hospital, (but never on her fear of leaving him.) He tried 
everything he knew and it didn't work. Towards the end of her fifth 
year there was an excursion to the chief nurse's beach, a place 
Babygirl had often imagined.  She decided to make a major effort to 
break free of her fears. The time had come and she got ready: she 
packed her bag with a new bathing suit in it and when she came out of 
her room there was applause. 

The patients and staff left the ward, Babygirl staying close to the
nurse. When they reached the big doors she was in the middle of the 
group. On the top step she became panicky and fled back.  The nurse 
took Babygirl back to the ward and then took the rest of the patients 
to the beach. Babygirl was sad. 

Boff's housekeeper suddenly died. He knew he would have trouble finding
a replacement and he tried to put this thought out of his mind as he 
went into his session with Babygirl.  He couldn't concentrate. He 
became very sleepy and she  asked if there was anything she could do. 
He took off his glasses and put them on the desk and fell asleep for 
the entire session. 

She sat quietly for the entire hour and then stretched  her muscles and
made a humming sound. Boff opened his eyes, put on his glasses, nodded 
to her, and then he said without thinking: "Would you like to come home 
and live with me? I want you to be my housekeeper." 

Babygirl nodded her approval even though she didn't know what kind of
job he was offering her. Then they both began to laugh. He explained 
what happened to his housekeeper, and described the job to her.  He 
asked her if she knew how to cook and she said she did though she had 
never cooked a meal in her life.  He asked her if she knew how to shop, 
how to handle money and she said she, (in the safe environment of the 
hospital.)  The pay was excellent, the living conditions were more than 
adequate and she could do whatever she wanted with her free time. 

He told her of his library and sex collection in the cellar and that it
was off limits for her. She replied confidently that sex doesn't 
interest her. “There is one problem," she said. "I am too frightened to 
leave the hospital."  Boff felt helpless and Babygirl had an idea.    
She said, "Maybe if you lent me a hand,  I would be able to go out of 
the hospital." He said, "Okay.  Let's do it together." 

By the time they got to the lobby she was beginning to breathe hard -
from the effort and from excitement. He stood coolly, waiting by the 
front doors.  She was stuck three steps behind him.  He moved towards 
her and reached out to take her arm but he was unable to touch her. She 
reached out to him, took him gently by the hand and led him outside and 
they made it all the way to the bottom. He said, "You see?  I knew we 
could do it, together." 

Back on the ward she told her friend the nurse about her job and what
she just did.. The chief nurse thought "Is it safe for her to live with 
a single man, twenty nine years older than she is? Her therapist?" 

The nurse told her about her doubts and Babygirl said that she had no
sexual feelings and trusted the doctor The chief nurse said,  "Let's 
bring it to the patients and staff, for their reaction." Babygirl 
agreed. 

There was unanimous approval for her to leave the hospital to work for
the professor and live with him. Babygirl went to the professor's 
office, knocked and walked in without waiting.  He knew by the smile on 
her face that there was good news. Then he told her that he would have 
to consult with his colleagues and the hospital administration. He 
needed their approval that what he was proposing was morally and 
legally acceptable. Later that afternoon he called her to his office 
and told her that he got the okay. He told her to meet him with her 
things in half an hour, by the big doors.  She did and when Boff showed 
up he mad a clumsy half bow, one arm outstretched in the direction of 
the door. He said:  "You come first". And she did. 

The Third Circle When she walked through the front door of Boff
Brugelbagel's house she had the feeling that she had come home. She 
took over her duties and responsibilities as if she had been doing them 
all her life.  She was a natural at cooking, cleaning, shopping, and 
handling money.  She took driving lessons using Boff's car and easily 
passed the test. She didn't make any new friends, didn't go to the 
movies and she had no hobbies.  She was satisfied working for Boff. 

The professor never had a private secretary and Babygirl took on this
job.  It started with her letting the patients into the house. She was 
pleasant, agreeable, and they all liked her.  She began to answer his 
office phone, to do his bookkeeping.  He hated handling money and soon 
she was collecting his fees, writing receipts, and taking the money to 
the bank for deposit. As the months went by, Boff found himself smiling 
at her more often. She smiled back. 

They never talked about the two touching incidents:  the glasses, and by
the big doors.  Then there was another breakthrough.  He asked her to 
make his morning cocoa and told her how he likes it:  made with milk, 
sugar and some instant coffee sprinkled across the brimming, foamy top. 
She made it right, the first time. He said, "I see you know the way I 
like it." He smiled at her, taking off his fogged glasses to wipe them. 


Whenever the professor flew off on a lecture trip or to a convention,
she would make all his travel arrangements and hotel accommodations.  
She drove him to the airport and waited until his plane was airborne.  
Then she returned home to her regular schedule of duties.  Babygirl 
never bothered the professor when he was seeing patients in his attic 
office.  When he was writing she made sure that the house was very 
quiet.  When he went down to the basement she was never curious to know 
what he was doing there. 

He became more comfortable and trusting around her, opening the wall
safe without bothering to hide the combination from her and she learned 
it. She knew he kept a key to the steel basement door in there. 

Early one morning Boff had an erotic dream for the first time in his
life and awakened with a shout and an erection. When she heard his cry 
she ran into his bedroom. He jumped out of bed and in doing so knocked 
his glasses off his night stand. In panic he groped for them, but they 
weren't there. 

Boff always slept naked and he was erect standing at the side of his
bed. Babygirl stood watching Boff grope helplessly. She said, "I know 
what you are looking for and I'll give you what you want." She 
approached him, looking down.  She felt some vague stirrings in her 
genital area.  She reached down  -  and picked up his glasses. She put 
them on for him and as she did so her hands touched the sides of his 
head and his cheeks.  Both felt the racing thrill of contact. After a 
moment's hesitation he adjusted the glasses.  Then he turned his back 
on her and put on his bathrobe. He thanked her, and she accepted it, 
with a smile. She understood that her sexual awakening was part of the 
healthy transformation that she was going through.  She also knew that 
she had to help Boff with what was happening to him but she didn't know 
how. She went to the kitchen to prepare his morning cocoa. 

Doctor Boff Brugelbagel, the scientist, was calm as he got dressed. He
knew it was important for him to rehabilitate himself but it was even 
more important to help Babygirl to achieve normal sexual functioning. 
On this day he was scheduled to fly to an international convention on 
Sexology, and he was to present Babygirl's case history, to the 
international scientific world.  Being away from home would give him 
some time to plan what to do about the growing intimacy and sexuality 
between them. 

The professor came into the kitchen and greeted Babygirl with a big
smile and a cheerful, "Good morning. I'm ready for a hot cup of you 
know what.  Would you like to join me?" Babygirl replied with a smile 
of her own: "Yes, I would.  But I don't like it as hot as you do." "You 
could have it any way you want.” 

After breakfast she drove him to the airport, and waited for his plane
to take off. She had a compelling need to get home not sure why. She 
got home in a state of sexual excitement She went to the wall safe and 
opened it. She took the key to the cellar, went to the steel door and 
opened it. At the bottom she stopped, looked around for something 
specific. Suddenly, her gaze became fixed at the far end of the long 
room, into a dark corner, partially covered by spider webs.  She went 
there, gently pushed aside the spider webs. There were some dusty 
books. She pulled out the white leather-covered one: The White Book. 

She felt the most powerful surge of sexual pleasure in her life. Her
passion grew as she stroked the soft white leather.  There was nothing 
written on the cover.  She opened the book and her breathing became 
more rapid, her heart beat faster.  She felt a stronger pulse of sexual 
stimulation. Nothing was written on the first page. Nothing on the 
second, the third.  As she turned from blank page to blank page she was 
accelerating into a sexual surge that could only end in a climax.  She 
reached the last page, closed the book. As she did she had a perfect 
orgasm. 

She felt deeply relaxed, clear-minded and very sure of herself.  She
knew that this unique experience was related to Boff but she didn't 
know how.  She had the inner peace and harmony that was vital for her 
being a whole person. 

She put the book back in its place and stepped out of the dark corner. 
She pushed the spider webs back to their previous place. As she was 
going back upstairs she was aware that she had broken one of the house 
rules but she had no guilt feelings. She locked the cellar door, put 
the key back in the wall safe and locked that too. She would never go 
to her white book unless she was absolutely sure that he was on a plane 
flying out of the city. Every time the professor was safely on his way 
to a distant land Babygirl would return to the White Book. She felt 
compelled to page herself into having a perfect orgasm. Every time. 

As the months went by Babygirl noticed small but significant changes in
her figure.  She was more attractive and moved more gracefully. Her 
face combined serenity and sexuality. She accepted these changes as 
part of her maturity. She wore no makeup, kept her hair simple but 
stylish, and wore simple clothing.  Whenever she went women would  
stare at her and some men signaled their interest in her. If any man 
dared come too close the special look in her eyes wordlessly warned 
them off. 

At home, breakfast was more leisurely, lingering.  She talked about
running the house, he talked about his work. He came home from work 
earlier and they ate supper together. They sat over a cup of coffee. No 
matter how hard he tried to be conservative, his positive feelings 
about her increased. Babygirl was contributing her share to the 
crescendo of their growing intimacies and sexuality. She began to make 
up his room from the moment he was out of bed and in his robe. He began 
polishing his glasses more when she was around. 

She had had trouble sleeping the night before Boff was going overseas.
Early that morning she was awakened from a nightmare and shouting. She 
dreamed that something terrible had happened to the Professor. The 
shouting awakened the professor. He dressed quickly and found her in 
the kitchen. He went to her and without thinking, put his hand on her 
shoulder, in a calming gesture. "Don't worry about me," he said.  "I'm 
thinking about canceling my trip." Her response was immediate and firm. 


"Absolutely not.  No way. You're going.  These people have been waiting
for you for more than two years." He took off his glasses, polished 
them, humming quietly.  Then he replaced them, and sighed. "Okay.  I'll 
go." 

She finished preparing his breakfast and sat down to keep him company
while he ate.  They drank their cocoa together and then he had a second 
cup. They talked some more and time. passed quickly. Suddenly, she 
became aware of the time.  If they didn't hurry he would miss his 
plane. Babygirl ran out of the room and was soon back with his 
briefcase, travel documents and bags  She drove to the airport very 
quickly and Boff made his flight on time. He was rushed through the 
check-in procedure and then he ran  to the departure gate.  When he 
looked back she was gone. 

She was off and running towards home the moment he had turned towards
the departure gate.  She had no time to wait for his plane to be 
airborne. She drove home at such a high speed that she almost had an 
accident, twice. She thought she would go out of her mind if she didn't 
get home to satisfy her need to get to the White Book. 

She began undressing the moment she stepped inside the front door.  She
shrugged off her coat and kicked off her shoes at the entrance to the 
living room as she rushed to the wall safe. She clumsily took out the 
key. On the way to the steel door she struggled out of her blouse, 
skirt and underwear.  She was naked. She opened the lock ran down the 
steps two at a time. She got to the dark corner and ripped aside the 
spider webs. She lunged the White Book and snatched it off the shelf.  
She began a frenzied paging. 

Boff ‘s plane had developed engine trouble while still on the runway and
the pilot announced that there would  be a six hour delay until the new 
departure.  Now Boff had time to get back home to Babygirl.  He had to 
see her, to tell her the truth that would change both of their lives 
forever. He rushed into the terminal and called her to say that he was 
coming home, but he got no answer. He got scared, sure that something 
terrible happened to her.  He took a taxi home. 

In the house he called her name and got no answer. Then he saw her coat
lying on the floor. His heart skipped a beat when he saw the cellar 
door open and her clothes scattered around the entrance. In a trance of 
turmoil he ran down the cellar steps and then he saw her in the dark 
corner.  He ran to her and then pulled up sharply: she was naked, 
furiously paging the White Book.  The power and depth of his passion 
propelled him to join her.  Babygirl was ready to climax when he got to 
her.  One of his hands touched her hand, the other grasped the White 
Book. 

They were struck by an unbearably painful force that threw them onto the
floor.  They were writhing in torture. She was suffering agonies but 
was able to cope with it. If she did not do something drastic in the 
next few seconds he would die.  His screams and thrashing movements 
were getting weaker and weaker. She made an almost inhuman effort and 
wrenched free of his grip on her hand. Then she found the strength to 
rip the White Book out of his other hand.  The torturing pain stopped. 

She looked at Boff, sprawled on the floor like a broken doll.  His skin
was pale gray and his broken glasses next to his head. She picked up 
his hand and held it in hers, warming it.  She put it down gently and 
began to stroke his brow.  She then began humming a lullaby. Then – he 
moved. He took a deep breathe and then let it out slowly. She raised 
the upper part of his body and cradled him in her arms. She continued 
to hum her lullaby. 

The color came back into his face and his breathing became regular.  His
eyelids opened and he saw her.   Babygirl lowered Boff onto the floor 
and picked up the White Book and his broken glasses. She said softly,  
"Don't go away.  I'll be right back." He nodded his agreement. She went 
to his bedroom where she took a spare pair of his glasses and his 
bathrobe; then went to her room and put on a robe. She went down the 
cellar where she found Boff sitting up. 

He had taken off his clothes and spread them out on the floor, in a
makeshift bed. She said, "We have plenty of time for that.  When we do 
it, we'll do it right." "You're the boss," he said. She helped him 
stand and put the robe on him.  Then they hugged and rocked, kissed and 
caressed. She said that it was time for them to go to bed and then 
asked,  "What do you want to do with the White Book?" He replied, 
"You're the boss." She threw it in the furnace. 

THE FOURTH CIRCLE They went to bed. They made love. Then they had sex. 

The  Babygirl book was never published. 

THE FIFTH CIRCLE........ 

THE END 

(Copywritten by Irving Bronsky M.D.) 

www.irving-itchy-bronsky.com 


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