Jenkins entered the examining room, sat down on a stool, and began going over the forms Rex had brought with him. After reviewing his past medical his...ory, the Doctor got down to the business of the physical part of the exam and had Rex remove his shirt and pants and instructed him to sit up on the examining table. After checking his hearing, eyes, heart, lungs, and skin Dr. Jenkins had Rex stand in front of him and take down his shorts. Being only eighteen, Rex was embarrassed to have to. She swam a while more, removed her bathing suit and wrapped the towel around herself. She opened the screen door and walked over to where her father was watching television. He was in his recliner drinking beer and eating popcorn when Amber walked in. She stood in front of the television and took off her towel. She stood naked in front of the television.“Jesus! Amber, what the hell are you doing? You’re fucking naked!”“Do you like what you see?”“Yes. But that’s not the point. You’re my daughter. . is this really what you’re writing? Like, sex stuff?”I don’t want to leave her hanging here but I should explain. Of course I’m writing the next Great American Novel. Who isn’t? But honestly, a lot of times when I’m moving the pencil what comes out isn’t greatness or even novelness. We’re taught to honor the process: a writer writes; don’t block the flow even if it’s just going down the drain. So between gouts of epic prose I’ll often fill the page with lesser stuff. Like a boxer in the gym,. .. guilty.”“Anything in particular?” He always asks. I’ve been known to give a large number of answers, some of which involve jumping right on top of him, some others that get a reply of “I only have the slightest concept of what you’re talking about.”“Inventorying the past year, baby,” I replied.“Been a mighty good year, baby ... Got more people than we started with...”“More projects. Both houses,” I countered.“New faces.”“New couples. Tommy and Mimi just BELONG together...”“That one makes me.