I never went to that dentist again, and many years later, as I was coming to terms with my abuse I did some research to try and find him. Xxnx My head is restrained now too, and my legs seem to be spread out and much higher. The last I heard of him was when his hospital was attacked during a rebel uprising. I screamed. I had sneaked some from my mums hiding place and taken it to school. I had very mixed feelings, on one hand I was shocked, hurt embarrassed and frightened and on the other a new sensation, I was turned on by all of this, though I did not know how to quantify my feelings until much later in life. Luckily the dentist won, and though my torture continued looking back I think the taxi driver might have even killed me, had




















