Case History 4

Subject: Elizabeth Ann A. Age: 14

INTERVIEW ONE

Elizabeth Ann was a very pretty girl, fresh and wholesome looking. Her smile could melt the heart of a polar bear, so winning was it. That's why it struck me as rather ironical when she started telling me about the strange way she was treated by the dentist that visited her school and "worked" on her as a part of a special service-project sponsored in the system by the Federal Government!

Well, Doctor, my people don't have much money.

I guess you know from your experience that my school is in a poor neighborhood in the city.

So I can tell you how happy everybody in the family was when we found out that the government was going to use our school for a special project and that all us kids who were lucky enough to be going to that special school were going to get free dental work and everything!

And me, I got nice teeth.

I know I do. I take real good care of them, like Mr. Harness, our Body Care teacher, taught us .

See? Aren't my teeth nice? I told you they were!

Anyhow, Mr. Harness, the Body Care teacher, was always talking about how it was real important for the good health of teeth to have the care and attention of a real good dentist.

And on a regular basis, too!

But that left me and the rest of the kids right out there in the cold.

Because my parents could never in a million years afford to send any of us to the dentist for any kind of work or attention of any kind.

And on a regular basis was just a regular joke!

Why, it was like telling us a trip to the moon would be good for our geography lessons.

And just as impossible and out of the question.

Anyhow, that was all changed when that Federal program was brought to our school, and I was just as happy as a rich junkie behind that one!

I could hardly wait!

Not that I thought there was anything wrong with my teeth.

Or with my gums, for that matter.

But like Mr. Harness said ... it's better to be save than it is to be sorrowful!

He also said, "An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure!"

Yes, Mr. Harness has a million of those kinds of sayings. And the amazing thing is they're all of them real good sayings!

I just can't imagine how he thinks all of them up! But, then, he's a real smart man.

But then he as to be, or he wouldn't be our Body Care teacher, would he!

Anyhow, the day for my very own appointment with the dentist was getting nearer and nearer and nearer.

He was already there in the school working.

But my turn wasn't due yet.

But I already had talked with some of the kids who had been sent down to see him, and I had already found out his name.

His name was Mr. Mazlow.

Or I should say his name is Mr. Mazlow. After all, he's still among the living!

Well, there I was, counting off the days in the calendar I got pasted to the back of my big notebook.

Four days left! I was getting jittery with waiting!

Three days left! I couldn't hardly sit still in my seat with looking forward to it!

Two days left! Mr. Harness said that if I didn't calm down and try to behave like a lady instead of a barn animal with ticks he'd have to tie me down in my chair and just leave me there.

Then just one day left!

I don't know how I ever got through that day! Mr. Harness actually got real mad at me for squirming around and being so jittery and all, but I just couldn't help it, Doctor, I just couldn't!

And then the day got there!

Oh, it was just like Christmas day or your birthday finally getting there after you've been waiting and waiting and waiting for it to come along and happen!

Wow! Was I ever excited!

But the long wait still wasn't over with!

Wasn't that just my luck? Sometimes I have the worst luck in the whole school, I just know that's true.

I'll tell you what I mean!

I mean, the kids in my particular Body Care class were supposed to go first that day, way ahead of everybody else in the school.

And I was to be the first in our particular class!

That meant I was gonna be the very first student in the whole school to get to go see the visiting Federal government dentist that day!

But for some reason, I don't know the reason and I don't know why and nobody every bothered to explain it to us ... but for some reason it was all changed around.

And was I wrecked!

Oh, I got so nervous!

After all the waiting and wanting to get on with it and everything! After all that, I still had to wait!

And it wasn't just wait that morning, either! No!

I had to wait all morning and all afternoon, too!

I sat there waiting from lunch time on, right through History and Math II and Civics and our afternoon Homeroom!

Yeah, I was really going crazy with waiting.

I thought my turn would never come!

Because I figured the dentist would take one look at my teeth and have nothing but good things to say about me.

And that would be real nice because, well, I'm just what you call an average student and I don't get many compliments in any of my classes.

Except in Body Care class.

That's the one thing I do real good in!

And so, you can see, I had all kinds of good reason for being anxious to go and see the visiting dentist.

And finally my Homeroom teacher, Miss Abigail Smith, she says, "Elizabeth Ann, I just got word for the office, and they say there's still time for the dentist to see one more student before he closes up the office for the day."

I just sat there in my seat hoping to hear some good word from Miss Smith. Of course, I knew she was on my side, but you know how messed up things can get in school.

Most of the teachers don't know what they're doing.

And sometimes even the one's who do have half a brain and really do want to help can't help because of some silly rule or other.

But Miss Smith went on and said, "So the note says the student from my class can wait and see the dentist tomorrow morning, first thing, or the student can go now, even though that might mean the student will probably wind up having to stay after the regular school hours for a little bit. That depends on the condition of the student's teeth and what the dentist has to do."

Sometimes the way Miss Smith talks just drives me crazy!

She takes all day to say the easiest thing, and she never calls you by your name, or almost never does, anyhow.

You know what I mean?

All that stuff about the student and, of course, she was talking about me, naturally!

She was looking right at me the whole time she was talking, after all!

And I've been in her Homeroom class for two whole years now!

Anyhow, Miss Smith finally said, "Well, Elizabeth Ann? What do you have to say about that. Would you like to wait until the first thing tomorrow morning to go for your initial visit with the visiting dentist, or would you rather just get up and go on ahead right now?"

"Now, Miss Smith!" I told her. "I'd rather go right now, if it's all right with you and everything."

"Well, it's all right with me," Miss Smith said. "But as I already explained, student who goes to the dentist now might well wind up staying a little after the regular school hours."

"I don't mind that!" I said, half going crazy with her slow, stupid way of stretching everything out when she talks.

"You don't mind that?" she says back to me?

You know, Doctor, sometimes you can even hate the people you like most of the time?

I think I was hating poor Miss Smith right then.

But, anyhow, I said, "No, Miss Smith, I don't mind!"

"Very well, then, Elizabeth Ann, you may be excused from the rest of Homeroom and go and see the dentist."

And I was off!

I put my books away, straightened up my desk, and was up and out of my seat and out the door all before you could say Linus Pauling for President!

All the way down the hall, I was skipping.

I felt just like a kid!

Lucky, classes were still in session and I don't think anybody saw me skipping down the hall like a ten year old!

Oh, that would have been embarrassing!

I mean, I'm a big girl for my age, don't you think so, Doctor?

Just look at me! Why, I've got the almost perfect shape for a woman, not a girl.

I guess, that's why I'm not the all-A type of student.

It really isn't that important for my future.

I mean, with a shape like the one I've already got at my age, there isn't going to be any problem with my getting married and settling down with some real, nice, groovy guy and living happily every after.

Yeah, I'm going to have six kids and a regular little cottage with a white picket fence with ivy growing all over it, just like in the movies.

So why should I break my head studying hard all the time?

A lot of real, nice guys don't care much for women who are too smart or bookish, anyhow.

So why turn them off even before you begin, get it?

All I have to do to get a man feeling good is to get him looking at me and then smile at him!

See? See how your face lighted all up when I smiled at you?

Okay, that's what I mean.

Anyhow, as I skipped down the hall and got closer and closer and closer to the dentist's office at the far end of Wing C of the High School, I noticed that the door to his office was open.

So I slowed down to about thirty miles an hour and zipped right on in through the door!

And I guess I scared the dentist, or something!

He had his back turned to me when I walked in and he seemed to be jumping around in an odd little way.

At first, I was shocked!

I mean, at first when I walked in that way I thought maybe he was ... well, you know ... 'playing with himself."

Gee, look at me! I'm blushing!

But you want me to tell you about it, don't you?

Okay, then, I'll go on.

It was like I said. You see, Doctor, I've got three little brother at home, so I know what boys do to themselves ... to feel good., that way.

But our father doesn't live at home with us, so I've never seen a grown up man doing ... that ... to himself.

And, besides, I wasn't even sure that that was what he was doing.

It just sort of seemed to me that that was what he was probably doing.

Anyhow, I didn't know what to do.

So I just stood there for a second or two and kind of waited for him to notice me standing there or something.

Or maybe he would just get tired of what he was doing and just stop doing it.

But he didn't get tired, not at all!

His head and elbow just kept bobbing up and down, up and down, back and forth, back and forth.

And so I ... coughed.

And, boy, did that get to him!

The dentist jumped about three feet in the air!

And even before his feet landed back on the ground, he had got himself zipped up again!

I know that because I heard the zipper when he slammed it shut.

Boy, I thought I was fast. I mean, I thought I moved fast, like when I walk or do something.

But he was like a greased pig, as the saying goes.

It was all over with in a second.

And then he turned to face me, as if nothing at all had happened.

I tell you, that dentist had nerves of steel, all right. He was a real, cool character of the first class. Then he said to me, "And who are you, may I ask?"

His smile was there on his face, all right, but it looked real fishy. Like he had just got away with something real sneaky and was proud to have got away with it, you know that kind of look; So I told him, "I'm Elizabeth Ann. Miss Smith told me to come down and see you, and that I would be your last student for the day, and that you might keep me tied up a little longer than the regular school hours.

"Yes, well that is right. That is quite right. You Miss Smith must be a mind reader. That's just what I'm going to do, Elizabeth Ann. Please come over here and sit in my chair!"

So I did. But I tell you straight out, Doctor, I sure wish I didn't.

I should have just turned around and walked right out!

But I didn't!

After all, he was the dentist. I thought all he was going to look at was my mouth. Boy, was I ever wrong about that one!

So there it was again! It happened often. Just as one of my young patients would get to the most interesting parts of their story, the hour would run out. Oh, well, the first session is important in that it helps the patient start to feel comfortable with me, comfortable enough to speak freely and frankly.

INTERVIEW TWO

A week later, and Elizabeth Ann was sitting in the chair she had occupied seven days earlier. Well, maybe 'sitting' isn't quite the right word. She was almost as hyperactive as she was young. And she was very, very young, despite her fully developed woman's body.

So there I was, Doctor, sitting in. the Dentist's chair, at last!

I was so happy I was almost busting with happiness.

And the dentist seemed to notice it.

"You squirm around a lot, Elizabeth Ann. Is there something wrong with you? Are you ill?"

"Oh, no, I feel fine," I told him. "In fact, I feel real, real good. You wouldn't believe how good I'm feeling!"

But that didn't seem to satisfy him good enough.

"Ah, Elizabeth Ann ... I don't know how to ask this, but ... maybe the best thing to do would to be direct. Do you mind if I ask you a rather direct question?

I said I didn't

"Ah, well, then," the dentist paused. "Do you have ... lice ... or anything like that on your body?"

"Lice? Oh, no, sir! We're a very clean family!"

"Then why do you wiggle and squirm so much, Elizabeth Ann? You're in constant motion, even while you're sitting. How do you explain that?"

"Why, Mr. ... gee, I don't know your name, Sir." I realized that and said it to him right out.

"Mazlow. Richard W. Mazlow," the dentist told me. He was carefully buttoning the long white, cotton coat he was wearing.

So then I answered his question about did I ever sit still. I said, "Did Marilyn Monroe ever sit? I mean, sit still?!"

"Maybe she did in the dentist's chair, Elizabeth Ann," Dr. Mazlow explained, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his long, white coat.

"Well, did you ever watch those old movies on television, Dr. Mazlow? Did Betty Hutton ever sit still?" I asked him.

"I don't think I can work on you with all that wiggling and squirming and twitching of yours," he said.

His hands were working furiously in the pockets of his long, white coat.

And I ... I was getting desperate!

"And what about Carmen Miranda?!" I almost shouted.

I wanted him to look and my teeth and work on them if they needed work, but how could I stop moving and sit still?

I can't! For me, that's impossible!

That's when the dentist said he could work on me only if he could tie me down into the chair.

"Tie me down?" I asked, really surprised.

I know I move around a lot, but the idea that he had to tie me down was pretty much. Too much, I thought.

But what could I do? I wanted him to look at my teeth so badly!

So I agreed that the dentist could tie me down.

And he jumped right to it!

In a flash, he reached into his big, leather bag of instruments and pulled out a big, fat roll of heavy twine.

He wrapped it around and around and around my forearms and tied them securely to the arms of the modern, dentist's chair.

Then he did the same thing with my feet. He wrapped the twine around and around until I couldn't move them at all!

And then he did the same thing with my neck!

He took the twine and tied my neck to that platform thing that holds the patient's head up. You know what it's like.

It's like the headrest in a car. That thing. Well, he tied me to it by the neck.

And it was then, Doctor, that I started getting worried!

After all, there I was, helpless as a kitten!

And school had already let out!

I knew that because as the dentist and I had been talking, the recess bells had rung and I heard the thousands of kids in the school rushing for the exits.

You know how much noise Junior High School kids make when the school day ends and they're all running off!

But what really got me worried was when the dentist walked over to the door of his office and locked it!

I mean, he locked it good and tight!

There were two locks on the door, and he used both of them. Then he put the chain across the door, too!

And then he turned the lights in the office off!

And I was really, really scared!

"Doctor Maslov...." I started to say, but I didn't get a chance to finish.

"Shut up, you twitching pest!" he shouted at me.

And he slapped me!

He slapped me hard, right in the face!

I started to cry, but he put his hands over my mouth, standing behind me.

He had my nostrils covered, too, and I couldn't breathe! I was choking on my own tears and lack of air!

And he said, "If you don't stop crying and keep your mouth shut good and tight, I'll get my instruments out and tear your god-damned tongue out of your fucking, god-damned mouth!"

And then he held my mouth and nostrils closed with just one hand, and with the other he reached down in front of me and started unbuttoning my blouse!

And pretty soon he had me completely unbuttoned and then he pulled the blouse open and he started playing with my ... with my titties!

At first, he just touched them, and it didn't feel too bad.

In fact, it felt good. His touch was like the touch of feathers, just a gentle, very brushing with the very tips of his fingers.

But then he started rubbing them harder and harder and harder.

By that time my nipples, which had started getting hard, were real hard.

They were standing straight out from my body. I knew that even though it was perfectly dark in the office.

I could feel that they were hard.

And then Dr. Mazlow said, "Let's put some light on this subject and see what the fuck we've got here!"

And he turned on that high-powered lamp the dentists use while working on their patients.

The light was so bright it was blinding.

It was so bright I couldn't see past it. Everything that was past and beyond the powerful bulb in the lamp couldn't been seen, that's all.

But the dentist could see me perfectly, of course.

That's why he turned the big, powerful lights on in the first place! So he could see me, but I wouldn't be able to see him.

And then ... then he started doing terrible things to my titties!

He started pinching the nipples real hard!

Of course, they were already hard and because of that they were very, very sensitive. Just the slightest touch would drive me crazy.

But he wasn't just touching me then, no he wasn't!

He was pinching both of them as hard as he could, both at the same time.

And I was squirming around in the chair because of the terrible pain he was causing me!

And that made him more and more excited.

I guess the more he hurt me, the more fun he got.

I had heard about people like him, people who get their kicks from hurting others.

But I never dreamed that about Dr. Mazlow! After all, he was a dentist!

He was devoted to medicine, to keeping people in good health and in good condition.

"Yeah, nice!" he say every once in a while.

But he didn't let up on hurting me, not even for a second. Every second I spent in that room with him, once he got me tied to that chair, was time spent hurting and in terrible pain!

I got to wishing I didn't have any titties, because if I didn't have any, he wouldn't be able to hurt me anymore!

And that's what made me the most angry with him. He got me to hating my own body for the first time in my life.

And what is that, anyhow? Imagine, hating your own body!

What an evil way that is to get somebody thinking about their own flesh and blood!

But he did it!

That's what he did to my head, to my idea about myself and my body.

And for that, I will never forgive him.

And I will never forget what he did to me. You can't just forget a thing like that!

So, Doctor, that's basically the story.

Oh, he did some other things to me. He used some horrible clamps on my titties, too.

He even leaned over the arm of the chair and started biting them!

And that was terrible, too!

I mean, to sit there tied to the chair and not be able to do anything about it!

It was awful sitting there and watching the back of his head bob up and down, up and down, around and around as he bit my titties all over and over and over again, until they were nothing but two globes of hurt and pain!

And I guess I'd still be there if it weren't for the guard, Mr. Morris.

By that time the dentist was playing with himself with one hand while he tortured me with the other.

He had opened his long, white gown and had unzipped his pants and was playing with himself as he tightened the clamps he put on my titties.

Of course, I couldn't see him doing those things, but I could hear what was going on.

I heard him zip his pants down!

I heard him playing with himself. I heard the slap of his hand against his flesh as he got more and more excited.

I could hear his groans, because he had started groaning, louder and louder.

At first, when Mr. Morris broke in on us and saved me, I thought maybe it had been the groaning that had caught his ear and get him suspicious.

But it wasn't.

No, he saw the glow of that bright dentists' lamp and he was just coming into the office to shut the lamp off.

It wasn't till he was just right outside the door that he realized that something was wrong.

And a good thing, too!

Or I'd still be tied to that chair, still hurting and still crying.

And the dentist, Mazlow, would still be standing there ... playing with himself!