Her specialist was one of the best doctors around, and if he had found cancer then it most likely was. I just couldn't give up on Becky though. I love... her too much to accept this at face value. I had to try. I had to.Our next weeks were full of me searching, locating and then getting Becky to see one doctor after another. Each time the diagnosis stayed the same. I even took her to another clinic without any background information and had them test her. Still the answer was the same. Several. He walked over to her and offered her his handkerchief. He remembered her reaction to his presence, she had been shocked and embarrased at being caught in such a private moment. She had left the room soon after, and he was slightly disappointed that he didn’t catch her name. Of course, Rafe thought with a smile, that was what I thought before I walked into that office. He was as shocked as she had been when they met again. The brief meeting went well and soon he was able to follow through with. Van der Bijl is slightly impacted,’ instructed Dr McKenzie. ‘Nurse Anderson, would you please tell the rest of the boys waiting that I will see them during the course of the next 2 days for their examinations.’ As Nurse Stewardson & I went about our tasks I glanced over at the restrained form of Stefan van der Bijl. It was the stuff many of my wet dreams are made of! I entered the waiting area to find 6 very alert and downright frightened boys staring at me. Oh Boy! The next 2. I felt my body surge with disgust, pleasure, and wanting just pure perverted sex. It wasn’t the act that was turning me on, it was the rawness, the openness of pain and pleasure or whatever crazy fucked up thoughts I was having high as hell getting pounded by some random black guy like in all the porn I’ve watched, bent over sticking my ass out like some whimpy emo k**. Whatever it looked like, I knew it didnt look pleasant, hot, pretty. Fucking disgusting, nasty, sickening, wrong, most people.