”“You’ll meet the source of that thinking soon enough,” I replied. “My friend Bethany is one of the leading experts on teen sexuality and on...recovery from sexual abuse. She’s authored two books. The first one was Why Me? A Woman’s Guide to Surviving Sexual Abuse, Rape, and Incest, and the second one was the one I call You Want Me To Do What and Put It Where?, but whose actual title is Smart Teens; Smart Choices.”Suzanne laughed, “You call it that because of how bad sex ed is, right?”“Yes. And. "Well, you had to find out sometime." Mandy scared her by speaking out. She then took Tina by the hand and into the walk-in closet. "You might as well, see it all."There were, albums, at least thirty of them, videos, diaries. Our entire sexual lives recorded in fucking filthy language by my Mandy. She loved to work herself over with a dildo as she read or reflected over them. "I'll leave you alone." She shut the door. When I got home from work, she was still in there. She had missed lunch and. “We lost a patient today. A girl, eleven years old. She had terminal cancer, and we all knew it. The hospital, the parents, the girl herself. But, well, she died shortly after Rosa arrived, and she was there. Rosa ran off to the staff room, and so far nobody had any luck talking to her. She just sits there crying.“It’s a risk in this job, getting too close to somebody. Rosa gives all the patients her heart and lets them get under her skin. I should have seen this coming. I think it would be. " I replied while slowly stroking her hair"Don't bother I have check everywhere and there isn't even a tube that would suffice for an enema." she replied"well I really don't know what you want me to do here then." I said kinda looking around the room like an enema kit or some stool softeners would suddenly pop out of the wall or somethingShe began shifting around uncomfortably again and I could tell she had something she needed to say"ok Cass tell me whats up I know you have something to say,.