I was 23-years-old when I met Dr. Stone. On the table for a colonoscopy, I was prepped for sedation. They didn't call him Dr. Sleep for nothing. The man stuck a needle in my vein, letting the medicine take me down to a place where dreams come true.Drifting off, I prepared to wake with no memory of it all. However, feeling him touch my breasts in pleasure, I opened my eyes to see if I was awake. Shocked at my sobriety, Dr. Sleep returned me into the...