QueeAndJiggy OPHippie Time · Dr. Quee Riley discusses with youngsters, mostly hippies, how they might get rid of sexual disorders · Sessions are started by telling the patients that there are as many different sexual behaviours as people in the world · So far, so good. Patients take a deep breath · They feel at ease, they are normal The first time with a new patient, Quee tries something between cultivated conversation and fresh small talk. To find out, which sort of guy is in front of him. Quee Riley is specialised in male sexual behaviour. His studies convinced him that in heterosexual relationships men in most cases are the greater trouble makers. The peaceful aura of the flower power generation cannot hide the fact that domestic violence is ever-present. In the next session, the doctor appears in black leather. Questions become more precise. Patients get confused. The doctor already seems to know everything. Alfred Kinsey? Never heard of him. Seems to be a guru for sexual misconduct. “Have some peanuts”, Dr. Riley says. “Just relax.” The guy feels weak in the faded blue jeans in front of the doctor’s aggressive leather. Well, the man is dressed in shirt and tie. But the tight leather pants radiate power. If it gets violent, the psychologist is unlikely to be an easy guy to deal with. Next to the tough doctor is a wooden box with flashing steel items. Fuck no! Lots of handcuffs! Will they be part of the treatment? Shit too! The doctor is handcuffing himself! “Look at me!” Dr. Riley says, “I am defenceless. You could beat me easily. Same as you beat your girlfriend. When she refuses to have sex with you. But you won’t beat me. As there is no reason. No sexual interest between us. And you’ll know I would pay you back in your own coin later on. I suppose, your girlfriend can’t pay you back in the same coin. You are a coward, my dear! However, we will delve into the subject next week. Meanwhile, don’t forget to pay the fee. Or my joint secretary will come to remember you. My half-brother Jig. You may know him. In his short leather trousers he looks as harmless as a fourteen-year-old. But he is a specialist in dirty work. You catch my drift?” leather pants, leather shorts, handcuffs, black leather, flower power, hippie time, Alfred Kinsey, snakiestory, Lederhose, Leder Shorts, Handschellen, Hippiezeit, Ibiza, Eivissa,
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