I then got a full exam -ear / nose / throat. Then as I protested she had him fondle my cock andballs for a hernia. Then was the rectal exam - as I lay...on my back hepulled my feet up and apart as she probed me.It was then she noticed a small smile on me. "Oh like that feeling, doya?" Sharon said I was clean as a whistle inside ,and my legs came down.She then gave me a big pill to swallow, and muttered something like, "ButI want a second opinion from my assistant," as I got dizzy.They rolled me. We’ll only survive if we stop battling each other and stand up for ourselves.”Taylor pulled his hands from his pocket, balling them into fists. “Are you threatening me?”“Only because you’re forcing my hand. I don’t care whether you live in the closet the rest of your life, but I refuse to accept homophobic behavior from fellow gays.”Taylor glared at him, and then arched one eyebrow. “If I do, will you hand over your evidence? After all, I don’t want this hanging over my head indefinitely.”“I’ll. They all wanted to dance with her, so she had hardly any time to sit and enjoy all the attention she was getting. They all held her close when they danced, but none of them was fondling her or anything crude and I think that made her really horny. While Maggie was dancing with Albert, Ted asked me, "What do you want to do? Do you want to come back to our room for some drinks? We have beer and some hard stuff and we can pick up some of those wine coolers for Maggie when we leave." He smiled,. Bay State University’s campus in Boston is full of pretty Black girls. They’re a truly diverse bunch too. Lots of them are Haitian, Jamaican, Cape Verdean, Continental African and regular African-American. Too bad none of the Black girls on campus seemed to notice that I existed. Black women are always claiming they can’t find a good Black man. Well, I’m a good Black man. I’m a University student. I stay out of trouble. I have a job. I have my own place. I don’t have any damn brats. Or psycho.