Doctor Is Now Dead            © John Birch 2013.          Doctor 2


      After the doctor raped me on the shock treatment table, he whispered in to my ear,

      “You’ll see”. “It will be O.K.” Then within a second he zapped me both sides of   

      my still erect willie with the shock treatment electrodes.


      I woke up ten hours later and got DNA evidence off my willie but the doctor

      sprinted down the hallway with it.


      Two days later he came back to the ward, clapped his hands together loud

      and said, “Lets get on with it”.


      About a week later he shifted to Sydney. He said he was embarrassed.



      Doctor is now dead.