Case History 8
Subject: Peggy Lee B. Age: 13
INTERVIEW ONE
My next patient, Peggy Lee B, was most interesting because the young girl who sat in front of me was an experienced drug taker of a most unusual sort.
At a mere age of thirteen, she had been taking massive doses of psychedelic drugs for almost five years. That doesn't surprise the informed medical practitioner.
The cases of child drug use may not be so numerous as the cases of child alcoholism, but it is common nevertheless.
But what is surprising about the case of Peggy Lee B is that, despite her love and use of powerful drugs, she is an amazingly healthy, intelligent, sensitive, loving young person.
It makes me wonder and causes me to have to rethink the whole question of drugs.
Well, Doctor, I'm going to level with you and tell you exactly how it is with me.
I like your face.
The thing is, I've been taking drugs for a long time now.
And I don't mean just once in a while or now and then, either.
I mean a lot of drugs.
I've been taking a lot of drugs for a long time now, and that's the truth.
It began with my older bother, Tommy.
When I was about six, almost seven, Tommy was seventeen and had, even by that early age, been dealing dope for about six years.
In other words, he'd been dealing dope since he was the age of twelve.
It started when he had a paper route.
A couple of the customers he had then were dealing pot and he started out by making a delivery for them every once in a while and, well, one thing led to another, and before you know it, my brother was making enough money to save a lot by the time he was seventeen.
In fact, he's now finishing his last year of law school at Loyola, and he paid for every penny of it by his dope-dealing.
We're all very proud of him.
So it was Tommy who first turned me on.
I had been smoking dope for about a year before he even knew about it, and when he found out I was doing it, he didn't go berserk or anything stupid like that.
He loved me. After all, I'm his baby sister.
Tommy and I are very close. We both love and respect each other tremendously.
Anyhow, when he found out I was already smoking on a regular basis, he just took me aside and explained the dope-facts-of-life to me.
And there's been no problem since then.
There never has been any problem whatsoever with dope and me, none.
And I'm a straight-A student. I sing in the church choir and I'm on the girls' basketball team. I like music, poetry, theatre, wilderness camping, school, friends, dancing, sports, and dope.
So it's nothing for me, nothing but a very nice, very beautiful part of my every day life.
Dope doesn't get in my way. It helps me.
I sincerely believe that I do a lot better taking dope than I would without it.
So there it is, believe it or not.
Anyhow, one day during History II class, I asked to be excused so I could go to the girls' John.
And, of course, I was excused. Straight-A students always get treated very nicely by the teachers.
So there I was, sitting on the can smoking a joint and thinking about my term paper. I had already puzzled out about half the outline for the whole paper in about ten minutes, when I heard the outer door to the John open.
Right away I though something funny was going on because the footfalls I heard coming toward me were much too heavy.
Either they were the footfalls of a very, very heavy and awkward woman, or the were the footfalls of a man!
So I started to throw the roach in the water and flush it away when, much to my shock, the door to the can was violently thrown open and there was standing the creepiest guy in the whole school!
Mr. George E. Morehard! Egh!
A fat, stupid, retired cop who was currently padding out his retirement pay and social security benefits by working part-time as the school disciplinarian!
"Aha!" he shouted, gloating, his fat, ugly face twitching with nasty pleasure, "I caught you red-handed! Give me that!"
Well, I was in such a state of shock, I didn't even resist when he rudely snatched the remains of the joint out of my hand!
"Get your panties up and come with me, young lady!" he snarled. "You're gonna get it now. I've been after your smart ass for a long time now. And you are definitely gonna be sorry!"
Well, Doctor, you can imagine how upset I was!
But if there's anything I am, it's self-possessed. I am a cool character. I leave panic for the General Custers in the world. They can have all of it there is to have!
Anyhow, I got my clothes pulled back up and stepped out of the stall.
And there was creepy Mr. Morehard. He was holding my purse and smiling in a very strange way!
He practically dragged me down the hall, half-pulling and half-shoving me all the way!
If I weren't such a cool person, I would have turned around and kicked him in the groin!
But, of course, that would have meant body contact, and I certainly didn't want to touch creepy Mr. Morehard! No way!
So he drags me down the hall and down into the second basement where he has his rats' nest of an office.
He shoves me into it, and locks the door behind him!
Then he starts with his big speech. Talk about Hicksville! I really believe Mr. Morehead has watched too many old cops and robber movies on television!
Anyhow, he threatens me with everything under the sun, including a lifetime on Devil's Island, deportation, and public exposure through the media.
Poor man, he didn't even seem to realize that my father is the richest and most powerful man in the whole south of the state. I had to struggle to keep from laughing right in Mr. Morehard's rodent-like pus!
I could just see my name and the story about me and my drugs on our local television and radio stations and the newspaper. Daddy would never permit that kind of ridiculous shit, and Daddy owns all that stuff!
So there's Mr. Morehard thinking I'm completely terrified, and there's me struggling to keep from laughing.
Then, he drops what he thinks is the big bomb!
He sneeringly informed me that he'd "let me get away with it" if I had sex with him, right then and there in his filthy office!
So I said, "Sure, Mr. Morehard! I'll do anything you say, but just don't tell Daddy on me and just don't make me drink any of that whiskey you're drinking from that vacuum jar of yours."
Well, of course, that's exactly what he wanted to hear, the creep!
So he says, "Just you wait here, you little dope fiend, and I'll go into the next office and get some more Four Roses. I drink nothing but the best!"
So he left me sitting there alone with his vacuum bottle.
And while he was gone, I opened my purse and took out what drugs I had with me.
There were fifteen hits of acid, about six hits of mesc and about a dozen hits of speed.
I reached over, dumped all the dope into his whiskey, and put the plastic top back on the vacuum jar!
Then I picked it up and shook it up good, a real good cocktail for a real bastard like ol' Morehard!
Well, I thought to myself, here's yet another 'case' in which the patient doesn't really need professional help so much as a willing ear. But that, in and of itself, is curative and I take pride in inspiring my self-helping patients by being a good listener.
I found myself looking forward to Peggy Lee's next visit with something almost like glee.
INTERVIEW TWO
It didn't at all surprise me when Peggy Lee sat herself down opposite my desk at exactly the right time. She was such a pert, charming young girl, one couldn't help but be favorably impressed by her charmingly mature attitudes toward life!
And yet she took a lot of drugs on a regular basis!
The paradox of the situation gave me a lot of nourishing food for thought!
Well, Doctor, there was Mr. Morehard, standing right next to me, with his bottle of Four Roses in hand.
Now with the other hand he was being very obscene.
Yes, that's right, he was fondling his organs with his dirty hands through the dirty filthy old pants he had had on every day for the past semester.
God! But it was gross. Yet in some way it was also very exciting.
You know. Watching this fat middle-aged man standing there playing with himself.
Well, you know, I've read about things like that, but here it was really happening.
Then he handed me, the cheap bottle of booze he was swilling, with the usual sneer on his caricature of a face.
I drank a big belt of it down without any trouble and without much effect.
However, I did remember to sputter and cough!
Then I said, "Oh, Mr. Morehard, you're not going to drink, too, are you? You're not going to make me drink from this bottle while you drink from your thermos, are you?"
And, as you realize, Doctor, that's exactly what he did, the ugly, raunchy pig. By now his cock was very hard and I must say looked fantastic in outline through his pants.
Doctor, it was huge. Positively huge.
Well, he drank all the shit in the thermos down, all at once!
That, of course, was to prove to me what a big man he was.
Christ! Doctor, it was getting positively obvious just how big he was. And that was very big.
Well, no sooner had that happened, when he started getting out of his clothes.
Doctor, he had a rather interesting body. I mean, I'm majoring in fine art and I'm really very interested in nudes, but, of course, I don't often get the opportunity to study the male nude.
And there was a very good example, of sorts, of the male nude right before.
When he unzipped his pants, since he had no underwear on, his big dong, popped right out and just stood out like some attachment. It looked so strange coming through his fly like that.
You know, no body, only this huge member. Beating to the pulse of his speeding up blood system, excited by the awareness that it was going to be soothed and have its anger removed by a very young and tender cunt.
Namely, mine.
Well, as far as I was concerned, sex was absolutely out of the question.
He, nevertheless, let his pants drop and stepped out of them and came toward me and started to stick his pole between my legs.
But, god, doctor, it smelled ripe. Or something like that, when it got close to me.
It had a very thick heavy foreskin, that was slowly receding over the huge swollen head of that monster.
It continued to do so until the entire plum sized head was completely exposed and giving off a odor you wouldn't believe.
I think it was because of the smegma around the ridge just behind the head of his gigantic cock.
I knew that it was there because I could see a fine yellowish-white circle up near the ridge head.
"Take it in your hand!" he commanded. "No," I shot back.
"You take it in your hand and play with it or I'll jerk it off all over your nice new clothes," he sneered, "and believe me, I will."
I was not a bit frightened, but I was fascinated by the size of his immense organ. So because of my curiosity, rather than from his threats, I put one hand under it as though trying to help support the weight of a cock so large.
It was thrilling to feel the pulsing heat of a fully mature man.
God! Doctor, I was really enjoying it.
Yes, fucking-sex was definitely out of the question.
But I did want to taste that swollen head. But I didn't want him to know that.
"Don't make me suck that thing, Mr. Morehard. Please. It will make me sick."
Naturally that's just what he ordered.
"Suck that fucking cock, slut. Get right down there and put that god-damned whoring mouth over the head of my big fat cock," he ordered in his most authoritarian voice.
I wanted to laugh out loud, but naturally I was unable to since it would have ruined the entire drama. But it really did seem so funny.
I mean here I was, my pussy getting moist and juicy at the thought of sucking the cock, that huge swollen, musk scented monster and yet at the same time the man this magnificent throbbing engine was attached to was a gross, ugly foul ball, you know a laughing stock.
It was almost too much for me to contain myself.
Anyway, I resisted as best as my acting ability could portray, but after another command from him, using his full authoritative voice, and I do mean nearly screaming, I decided that I just couldn't wait any longer to get that throbbing, excited dork between my lips and lick and suck and slurp away all those delicious flavors and work that piece of meat until it threw-up its thick supply of spunk so that I could swallow it.
So there I am, right down on my knees holding on to those elephant balls for balance while that great piece of bologna was just pounding in and out of my hot mouth.
God but it was delicious.
But the damned old bastard was so hot that he came after only about fifteen or twenty strokes. But Doctor what a load it was. And it was slightly bitter, you know like the taste of cocktail onions.
Well as soon as I got that load out of his swollen old nuts he leaned back and nearly lost his balance. Boy, doctor, was he stoned.
And then, like a flash, like turning a light on or like turning a water tap off, Mr. Morehard was absolutely stoned!
He was tripping his tits off, as they say in the dope underworld!
And he was mighty, mighty open to suggestion!
So I said, "Oh, Mr. Morehard, you aren't going to lie across the top of your desk on your back and jack off while I take all my clothes off, are you?"
Which is exactly what he did!
And no sooner was he settled down on the top of his desk as suggested, and I grabbed my purse and quietly slipped out the door of his office, careful not to make the slightest sound, careful not to close the door behind me.
The last I saw of Mr. Morehard, he was naked, on his back and jacking himself off with the greatest of pleasure.
He was totally lost in a seventh heaven of dope-sex-pleasure!
Then it was just a matter of walking into the central office and asking if I couldn't make an announcement to the school on the public address system.
It was almost the end of the school day and, as Class President, I often made such announcements. So there was no problem at all getting permission.
I turned the switches on and was soon broadcasting loudly and clearly into every room in the whole school, with the exception of Mr. Morehard's basement office.
Oh! Doctor, I was so filled with excitement.
He wasn't getting the message.
But he sure would ... in just a few minutes!
"Attention, attention, all teachers and faculty!" I announced, "This is Peggy Lee and I'm speaking for Mr. Morehard, our beloved school disciplinarian! Mr. Morehard has asked me to ask all of you to attend a meeting in his office immediately after classes are released. He said that, as this is the only meeting he plans on calling this year, he does sincerely hope that all teachers and staff members will be so kind as to attend and attend promptly. Mr. Morehard plans on taking attendance, and all teachers and staff members who are present at the meeting will have their names put on a list that will then be duplicated and given, not only to the principal but to all the members of the Board of Education, as well. Thank you for your time and attention."
And you know what, Doctor? Since then I've overheard some of the teachers whispering about that meeting.
One of the male faculty even fainted, it's said.
Yes, I said male faculty members!
I wonder what Mr. Morehard had on his mind when they all walked into his office?
Well, whatever it was, I'm sure it was something he could handle!