If there are any findings during the examination then I will certainly be involved in attending to them."'Has she completely forgotten about my unusua... if not unique problem with physical examinations?'My heart rate accelerated to an alarming level and a hot wave rushed over me."But—" I protested not really knowing what to say next.Looking me very directly in the eye she said,"You have to trust me on this ... Jenny is uniquely competent to handle your examination," she said the words slowly and. ******As the guests started to arrive, Bishop Erasmus was feeling a strong sense of accomplishment and pride. Just the day before he had received copies of the quarterly magazine from the Church of the Black Staff Headquarters in Washington. His story was featured on the cover of the national magazine, and the cover photo was the beaming Bishop with four of his white female parishioners and two of his young black male priests. He well remembered the young journalist, an attractive white woman. "Well? Tell me. Whom are you wearing?" Hunter."As she thought of Richard, of his bright, warm eyes and his friendly, open smile, Monique fought a pang of grief. Richard Hunter hadn't been a famous fashion designer like Guccio Gucci, Gianni Versace, or Gabriel Scarvelli. He hadn't been a celebrity - of fashion or anything else. He'd been only a loving man of some means who'd loved Monique with all his heart, all his soul, all his mind, and all his strength. He'd also been the most generous man. With each step I took I could feel someone watching me but yet I could not see them. When I came upon a secluded pond it's only light was the full moon shining down on the water it looked like heaven. I couldn't get my clothes off fast enough. I walked slowly into the cool water it caressed my skin as it enveloped me. I closed my eyes and thought to myself that if only I had someone to share this heaven with it would be absolutely perfect. Then once again I felt it someone or something was.