MENACHIM
WEINSTEIN
A
Fictional, Lyrical Account Of The Success Of A Medical Student, Including His
Quest To Become A Psychiatrist. This
Would Lend Itself To An Oratorio Or Madrigal, Eh?
By
Izzy Ess De La Grand Vitesse
Menachim
Weinstein was studying for his examinations in his chosen field of
Medicine. He had already scored an A+ in
Anatomy and an A+ in Physiology, last year.
This year he faced the very tough examinations in Histology, Embryology,
Pathology and the preliminary clinical subjects of Medicine, Surgery,
Obstetrics and Gynecology, Paediatrics, Emergency Medicine and Psychiatry. All subjects did require both a written final
and a face-to-face interview with a Professor on the subject.
Menachim
faced the facts that he got nervous with the oral examinations. So far, however, he had scored well and was
cruising for another A+ year. All went
well until Psychiatry when he was finally assigned to Professor Ronald
Whitehead, a prominent Psychiatrist, a Professor of Psychiatry and a practicing
Psychiatrist in the Medical Arts Building right next to Michael Reese Hospital.
Professor
Whitehead was seated behind a massive desk and was wearing a Hawaiian,
short-sleeved shirt with palm leaves and a leather dickie around his neck. He didn’t look up from his notes and mumbled,
“Sit down, Mentormind.” Menachim sat and
tried to mumble that his name was “Menachim.”
“This is question number one, my friend.
Now, pay attention, hear?”
Menachim tried to say, “OK,” but was interrupted by a rattle snake that
rattled, constantly. He jumped up to the
desk and held his kilts up so the rattlesnake could have a clear view of his
genitals. The rattler turned away and
slithered out the door, allowing our Menachim to take his seat, once more. “Well, Motor-Mouth, what is your answer?”
By
this time, Menachim was so confused he muttered, “Mouth of Motor!?” and was so
surprised that the professor said, “Correct!”
The professor continued with, “The next question is about sex in Somaliland. Are you prepared to bare your derriere and
answer truthfully?” Menachim bared his
derriere by lifting up his kilt. The
professor came around the desk and checked out our Menachim’s derriere and
said, “A+ my feathered friend. You have
earned an A+ for your pretty derriere!”
Whereupon, he said, “That’s quite enough. Now, get out of here and boast about your
winning marks.”
Menachim
was exalted as he realized that he had aced his exam on old Psychiatry. He was not sure about what had really happened
and could not easily discuss the events with his classmates or his
friends. So, he did not say anything to
anyone. After all, an A+ was an A+ no
matter how he got it, eh? Showing his
derriere to get it done was acceptable to him, he figured. No one else need know!
All
through the summer, our Menachim had bad dreams about his strange
experience. One of them was featured by
his walking down the street and having people point at him and whisper to each
other about his bare derriere. Another
was his looking in the mirror and instead of seeing his face, he saw his
derriere. Finally, he was so nervous and
so tired all the time, he consulted with his family doctor. The doctor seemed to want to pass it off as
foolishness but did do a few tests to reassure Menachim that he was
healthy. Menachim was not so reassured
and consulted with a specialist who ran a zillion tests, all of which were
normal. This was more reassuring to Menachim
but still he felt uneasy. The specialist
suggested a Psychiatric consultation and, in fact, referred him to the
psychiatrist that had examined him and given him an A+, eh?
With
fear and trepidation, Menachim went to see Professor Ronald Whitehead, his
nemesis. The office furniture was
re-arranged and this time there was a beautiful receptionist up front who
greeted him. “Menachim?” she did
ask. Menachim nodded, “Yes.” The receptionist who was quite pretty and
was, in fact, wearing a starched white apron and nothing else. From the back, her derriere was quite exposed
and her breasts could easily be ogled from the side. She seemed quite oblivious to her bold and
startling nakedness, and Menachim couldn’t keep his eyes off her ample breasts
as they pushed forward. When she turned
to just retrieve a file, she exposed her derriere and when she bent to get a
file from a bottom file drawer, one could see her private parts, quite
clearly. Menachim could not keep his
eyes off her and wanted dearly to embrace her and to feel her up. She turned and looked so innocently at him
and announced, “Dr. Whitehead won’t be a moment. Please be patient. Is there something I could get for you?”
Menachim
stuttered as he said, “I would love a hug, Ms. Wintergreen. Would that be possible?” Of course,” replied Ms. Sophie
Wintergreen. “I’ll be right over to give
you such a hug, you won’t forget it!”
Ms. Sophie floated over to Menachim and stood him up and opened wide her
arms. She put his hands upon her
derriere and then her arms around his neck and drew him close. Menachim had a wonderful good feeling of her
derriere and the impression that her ample breasts did make upon his
chest. She pressed her groin right into
his and smiled. “You seem to be excited. Is there anything else I can do for
you?” Menachim was so startled, he was
speechless. Ms. Sophia slipped her hand
down to his growing manhood and unzipped his fly. She fished out his already throbbing manhood
and she turned around and offered him her derriere to stick it in. He did and was quite satisfied to get his
masthead deep inside her honeypot. She
pushed and pulled her derriere and squeezed it tight upon Menachim’s manhood
and obtained a direct deposit of his salty semen, deep inside herself. She smiled and said, “Now, Menachim, doesn’t
that feel a little better? Dr. Whitehead
says it always makes him feel better after he deposits his warm semen deep
inside of me.”
Professor
Whitehead popped his head right through the door and said, “If you are
finished, Sophie dear, could you lead Menachim in my office. You may stay attached, if you do wish
it. Please be prompt. I have a schedule that is pressing me to stay
on time. Tempus fugit, happy people. Shake a leg!”
Sophie still attached to our Menachim by his masthead deep inside of
her, did shuffle forward so that Menachim was forced to follow her into the
inner office where Professor Whitehead was awaiting them. He remarked, "My goodness, Sophie, is he
not satisfied? Must you get him to make
another deep deposit in your inner private parts?” Sophie smiled and said, “Why, yes, Professor
Whitehead. If you like, I could suck on
your manhood while I’m servicing this young Menachim. OK?”
“OK!” said Whitehead. “Could you
shuffle over here or do you want me over there?” Sophie shuffled off to Buffalo, the name
she’d dubbed Professor Whitehead and she saw that he was bulging at the
groin. He unzipped his fly and Sophie
fished his manhood out and slipped his masthead neatly into her quite luscious
mouth and started tonguing it. Both
Whitehead and Menachim were now moaning and simultaneously made deposits of
their salty semen inside Ms. Sophie who applauded, mockingly.
Menachim
and Professor Whitehead both zipped up and put their manhoods back inside their
trousers. Sophie shuffled out and left
her two men to discuss things, seriously.
Whitehead said, that is was obvious that he did need attention from his
Sophie regularly and he set up an hundred twelve appointments for her
treatments every Monday, Wednesday and on Fridays, too. Menachim was delighted with his treatment and
his therapy. He found that as time went
by he no longer had an issue with exposure of his derrière. The prescription by Ron Whitehead was
wonderful and our Menachim was a different person. He did finish off his studies with all A+’s
and became a candidate for a Psychiatry Programme to become a qualified
psychiatrist. When he graduated,
Professor Whitehead asked if he would join him in his office with his Sophie
and become a junior partner of his firm, Psychiatry Unlimited, the president of
which was Sophie. Menachim was
enthralled with this great offer and accepted it with frank enthusiasm and a
special treat from his belovèd, Sophie.
So,
this was the beginning of a super trio of associates, Sophie, Ronald and
Menachim who treated lots of patients and themselves so frequently and
happily. Psychiatry Unlimited was indeed
unlimited.
THE
END
© izzy sommers, md
Wetland, Kanata
November 24, 2013
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