The Characters and situations are from the working class areas of Northern England and some of the situations and the working class language may upset some readers. The names have of course been disguised but otherwise this is what "Silvie" told me when I bought her a few rum and cokes in the local pub.
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Hi I'm Silvie and I do voluntary work for Dr Hargreaves.
My sister Jane told me about the Hargreaves Institute when I was having the trouble with Danny, her friend Glenda who worked in Tesco had a friend who knew something about it and she got me the phone number.
I wrote the number on a piece of paper and it stayed on the sideboard for a week nearly, then Danny, my ex, brought the kids back Sunday afternoon and as usual before he went he locked the kitchen door and we did it, with me sat on the kitchen units and his trousers round his ankles, he never took his shoes off let alone his socks.
It took him about six strokes to cum, then he was wiping his cock on the dishcloth and saying her would be round next week. I wanted to scream with frustration but instead I made up my mind to make that phone call.
I rang the number, of course it was Sunday night so it was an the automated voice, "Gentlemen seeking assistance press two, Ladies press three" Pip it went, as I pressed three and suddenly I was talking to Miss Allerton.
"Hello, how may I help."
"I can't get no orgasm." I said.
"Oh you poor thing, are you a Lesbian?"
"Fuck off." I told her straight.
"Ah, I see, would you like a consultation with Doctor Hargreaves?"
"If that's what happens."
"Give me your address and I will sort out the details." she suggested.
I told her the house number and that and she asked about kids and when I worked and said she would be in touch.
The phone rang Monday morning, I was thinking about getting up, the kids were at school and I always went back to bed after they went off in the morning. "This is Dorothea Allerton from the Hargreaves Institute, I have a free session with Doctor Hargreaves for One fifteen, today, is that convenient?"
"No, I got to get the kids at three."
"Can someone else collect them?"
"Danny's Mum I suppose, we give the school her number as an alternative."
"That's fine then,let me have their number just in case the consultation over runs and I will send a volunteer driver for you, is Twenty minutes, all right?"
Things were moving rapidly. too fast. I wanted to get something sorted for Danny, he was cumming too soon that's why I was so frustrated, at least thats what I thought.
I dressed quickly, I thought my green dress with black tights, pantihose yanks call them, and my leather jacket would do, and before I had time to to my lippy properly or anything there was a bang at the door. It was a boring bloke, mid forties, beer gut, smoking a fag waiting there.
"Had a bit of hassle finding you, love, so can you come on we're late." he said turning to walk down the path to his ten year old Vectra.
I rushed around and grabbed my handbag and soon we were heading past the burned out Mondeo on the corner of Gordon Drive and heading down Ladysmith Avenue towards the main road.
The Institute buildings were high on the moor over by Marston Manor, it had been a Ministry of Defence place until the nineties and still had a great high security fence, but the gates were wide open as we swept through.
The building was a standard government concrete box with metal windows, just like Alderman Berry Secondary Modern School at Denby where I went as a kid except the window frames were black not blue. and there were no kids.
The bloke dropped me off and pointed to a doorway with a canopy over, "In there," he said, see you later." I hopped out of the car and walked up to the door, it jerked open with one of them automatic things and there was this long polished wooden reception desk with a woman sat there, "Silvie? she said "Dr Hargreaves is waiting for you." She opened a door for me.
Dr Hargreaves was waiting, in the outer office, there were chairs all round the sides and a coffee machine, and he was stood there reading something, he had to be fifty, thin, athletic, wearing a doctors white coat, "Ah Silvia, I presume." he greeted me. "Come through." he opened a door and led me to his office. As he opened the door, I saw the oak panels and the shelves crammed with books and he sat down behind a big desk and ushered me to a couch."Sit down, What is it, poor orgasms."
"Yes." I said.
"Yes, it's a common enough problem, do you have the forms, Miss Allerton?"
"On your desk sir," she said.
"Ah yes, just sign these consent forms and then I'll do a few tests, then we can discuss further treatment, any history of medical problems? heart, that sort of thing?"
"No"
"Allergies, anything like that?"
"No" I shook my head.
He handed me the forms and a pen.
"Medication?"
"Just the pill, and a bit of weed occasionally."
"How recently?"
"Month" I told him except it was last Thursday really.
I scribbled my name a few times, the forms seemed pretty much standard National Heath stuff and I never really gave it a thought.
"Right if you would like to put your coat. oh and your handbag and jewellery in the locker marked G2 and then take the second door on the left our Mr Chalmers will do a couple of simple tests."
I suppose I should have said straight away it was Danny's fault but he never asked and you think a Doctor knows what he is doing.
I did as he said, "It's all right, they will be quite safe, there are no thieves here." he reassured me, and I walked through the far door of his office and down to the testing room. "It's Danny," I said.
"Lets do the tests first then we can compare notes," he suggested
The door led to a garage, The Silver Vauxhall stood in the middle of this big garage, you could have got six or more cars in, it was all stark and white and cold with the walls painted gloss white and a grey concrete floor and big doors one end, with lots of neon strip lights. I thought I was in the wrong place. "Oh wrong door," I said, to the bloke with the beer gut as he stood there by the door.
"No, its your first test," he said as he closed the door, behind me "Wash my car."
I stared at his filthy Vauxhall standing there.
"Fuck off."
He hit my cheek with the palm of his hand and the slap sent me sprawling.
"Bucket." he said handing me a plastic pail, "Water in the tap over there and there's plenty of rag."
I grabbed onto the door frame for support.
"All right, no need for that, " I agreed. "I'll wash it, where is the rag."
"On your back darling."
"What"
