Note: The chapters are getting wilder
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"Dr. Bitman!"
"Oh, dear Miss Rost, welcome."
Ida's full name was Ida Rost.
This mental health clinic in a small Pennsylvania town seemed to be doing quite well. As she entered, a middle-aged man came out.
"My father has depression, so he comes here often for treatment. Although I haven't tried it myself, my father says it's good," Ida told Catherine with a smile.
"I'm really looking forward to it,"
Catherine smiled.
Ida seemed to know Bitman quite well. She approached him and told him about Catherine's feeling of anguish.
Then, Bitman asked about Catherine's condition and nodded.
"Well, that's the consultation room. Please wait for me there; I will write you a brief report. "
Catherine entered the small back room, while Ida went to the side hallway. The layout of the clinic was somewhat peculiar; the hallway was a dead end with two stools, on which Ida sat.
In the United States there have been numerous cases of female patients being forced to have sex by doctors, but since Ada was sitting right outside the window, Catherine was not worried.
Besides, although Bitman was not exactly handsome, he seemed very boring, unlike that kind of person.
There were two beds in the room.
One appeared to be a gynecological examination table and the other a comfortable, fluffy bed.
"This is your first time undergoing hypnosis... Come, lie down here."
Bitman picked up the fluffy bed and Catherine lay down.
Bitman started the stopwatch and the clock started to ring.
"Relax..."
he smiled at Catherine.
"Well, look at me. You're very sleepy..."
Following Bitman's directions, Catherine slowly relaxed.
"I'll ask you some questions now."
"Mmm..."
Catherine seemed dazed. She seemed to see a field, or perhaps floating in the sea, or soaring through the sky...
At that moment, Bitman's previously dull gaze sharpened, or rather... lustful.
"You feel a tightness in your chest..."
"And you want to take off all your clothes."
"Put your hands on your chest and now answer me some questions..."
"How does masturbation feel? Do you like it?"
"It's not bad, but I wouldn't say I like it, because I'll be very irritable all day after."
Bitman paused, stunned.
What language was it?
Answer: Chinese.
But unfortunately, he didn't understand it.
But Bitman seemed to be an expert; he was ready to continue.
"Relax, now, do what makes you feel happiest, which is masturbation."
Catherine lifted her skirt slowly, while Bitman began to unbuckle his belt enthusiastically.
Just then, he suddenly saw a policeman at the door, talking to Ida.
Damn it! He had forgotten to pay taxes!
The IRS is the most ruthless organization in America, without exception.
Even two members of Obama's expert group had fallen victim. In the 1980s, when the United States was in total chaos, it was the IRS that arrested a mob boss, someone even the FBI considered problematic.
Bitman quietly walked to the door, opened it, and left.
"Sir..." he said to the agent with a friendly smile.
"Are you Mr. Bitman?"
Ida watched from the side, while Bitman was sweating profusely in panic. But even so, he had gotten rid of the man temporarily.
Meanwhile, Catherine had already taken off her underwear and begun her first act of self-rest.
But her mind was not on that; instead, she remembered the adult movies and romantic thrillers she had seen, countless movements that seemed to overlap with her hands...
"The sky...",
she thought she saw it.
Just as Bitman opened the door, Catherine's fingers peeked out.
"Damn it!"
Bitman looked at the time; it was almost time.
"Well... Now you feel refreshed... When I count to 10, you will feel revitalized..."
Catherine slowly regained consciousness. She felt that her mind was incredibly clear. There was no more pleasant feeling.
"Well, how do you feel? "
Somewhat... comfortable."
She felt like she was floating.
As soon as they left, Ada greeted them immediately.
"Not bad?"
"I feel pretty good."
She felt completely relaxed; it was wonderful.
"I'm sorry, due to a small setback, the treatment was not very effective this time, so I will not charge you."
Bitman looked at them both with a friendly smile and then pulled out a business card.
"This is my card. Welcome next time; I can give you a 50% discount."
"Thank you." Catherine accepted the card.
"Okay, we should go too."
Catherine turned to look at Ida, only to notice that the window glass, which was originally transparent from the outside, had become a mirror.
"So mirrors existed back then..."
Catherine nodded thoughtfully.
They left quickly, while Bittman looked at the ticket in his hand with annoyance.
"Aren't you upset anymore?"
"Yes."
Catherine's face looked a little red; she seemed to suspect that he had wet his pants.
"Maybe we can come back here next time. You know, Dr. Bittman came across something very funny now..."
Ida recounted the incident with the IRS agents.
In the United States, no one fears the government or the police. But the IRS is something that many people hate with passion. The United States is a "high tax country," and IRS inspectors are not only tall and strong, highly trained, but also carry weapons and equipment comparable to those of professional police officers.
The IRS's obsession with taxes has reached an alarming level. For example, in the case of Murata, a Japanese immigrant dentist, the IRS spent more than a month investigating his tax evasion, meticulously tracking each patient's registration and copying their receipts. They found that Murata charged many low-income people about 10% less to save money, and that he did not issue receipts to patients who paid in cash.
Finally, the dentist was found guilty of nine charges, including tax evasion, fraud, concealment of evidence, and forgery. He was sentenced to three years in prison, with the obligation to pay 24 million dollars in evaded taxes and 5 million dollars in back taxes, without the right to bail.
In short, this is an organization that goes to great lengths to collect taxes.
Catherine has made a silent decision:
whatever she does, she can't offend the IRS; she can't skimp on her taxes...