Veronica the corrective therapist
by Hamlet



Veronica had moved from Rotterdam the Netherlands to Nottingham to work at the
Queens Medical Centre. The QMC was a huge � teaching hospital� situated in�
Nottingham, England. Until February 2012, when it was surpassed by the� Royal
London Hospital, it was the largest� hospital� in the United Kingdom in the
hospital. She had begun work there as a physiotherapist.

In many ways she enjoyed the job, but was getting fed up with the restrictions
as well

as the low pay in the British Health Service. Eventually matters came to a
head when she was summoned to the Administrator's office. She could never
stand the Administrator Jim Morgan anyway and always saw him as a total wimp.
He told her that one of her patients who was the local Member of Parliament
had complained about the amount of pain he had suffered at her hands during a
physiotherapy session. He had even written to the Minister of Health about
her.

She was absolutely furious when she heard this. She told Morgan that if she
ever saw that MP again, she would dislocate his shoulder and make sure he
needed even more physiotherapy. She then told Morgan he could stuff his job,
that she could earn far more elsewhere and that was the last time he would see
mher.AS she left she threw one of the plants against the window which smashed
the glass, The wretched Morgan was left cowering under the desk1

She walked outside in the sunshine feeling so overjoyed! Although she was now
unemployed, soon she would be making more money than ever and would be able to
spend years of her life inflicting as much pain and torture as she liked and
there was nothing anyone could do about itanoxone would dare resist or
complain about her Vicious Veronica!

She walked outside feeling so glad that she was no longer working at that
hospital. She would soon be a full time Corrective Therapist and would be able
to torture dominate and beat people to her hearts' content. As well as curing
them from depression and mental illness too as a complete sadist could inflict
the most terrible pain and there was nothing they could do about it.

She realised that she was now unemployed, but she would use this period to
develop

her fighting skills. She knew she could not lose a fight, but she wanted to
fight until her opponent was black and blue and almost maimed for life. She
practiced fanatically in the gym every day until my muscles became like steel.
She made nonsense of the claim that somehow women were weaker than men-her
muscles were stronger than any men. What is more she knew as I said before
that there were far more vulnerable parts on a man's body than a woman's and
that men have far less resistance to pain. She developed her fighting skills
to such an extent that she gave self-defence classes in which she showed how
to beat any opponent at all no matter what size he was. She learned new
fighting skills such as Taekwondo and became so good that she could beat
people who had practiced the sport for years.

She then started to advertise as a Corrective Therapist in various papers such
as the Nottingham Post and journals. She realised that much Academic Therapy
was hostile to CT as they believed it was just an excuse to beat up patients.
She had therefore to be a little subtle and not tell the whole truth. She
advertised as a Therapist who dealt with personal and emotional problems. She
would be prepared to use a certain amount of 'Forceful Persuasion to help
patients solve them problems. All patients would have to sign a contract for
at least 6 weeks' treatment. It was made clear in the advertisements that
patients would have to submit to her completely for the treatment to be
effective.

It took about a week for her to obtain her first reply. She returned home from
the gym one Saturday evening and saw 2 messages on my ansaphone of the
messages came from Christopher and the other from Julie. She decided to deal
with Christopher first. She rang him back and introduced hersewlf to him as
Veronica the Therapist He sounded very nervous on the phone. He told her that
he was a serious alcoholic and did not know what to do about it. He said he
had been drinking all his life and did not know what to do. His wife had left
him. He had fallen into gutters and been terribly sick with liver complaints.
He had tried everything-AA and treatment centres, but nothing worked mainly
because he enjoyed drinking and, in some ways, wanted to continue.

She told him she would be happy to see him. She told him that the kind of
Therapy she practiced and that CT was the only treatment that could cure him.
This was because he had to overcome the desire to drink and CT would do that.
She told him that CT was a very serious form of treatment, not like AA where
people just sit around talking. Also, she told him that he would have to sign
a Contract that would commit him to a minimum of 6 weeks treatment. It would
cost him £500 minimum. Once he signed it there was no escape. She would carry
on visiting him and he would have to see her whether he liked it or not. She
told him that as today was Saturday she would see him at 9 am promptly on
Monday for a 2-hour session.

With that her life as a Corrective Therapist had well and truly begun!

TO BE CONTINUED

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