"I'm okay, Jim," she repeated as I continued to watch her. "I'm okay... It's my tits that aren't."Automatically my gaze was drawn down and I could see...the two large wet spots on her night shirt. "You're leaking." I know that you fucking piss-ant! Tell me something I don't know. Oh, shit they ache..." Genevieve..." I began but she interrupted."Sorry. Sorry, I yelled but... Oh, God... I usually spend time using breast pumps before I go to sleep but I didn't tonight because you were here. It felt. Her father felt ashamed at his racism.After 48 hours, the police investigated the case. There were two detectives, one white and one African American. The fact that Marci left a note and had packed packed some items made it clear that she had left on her own volition. There was no foul play involved. Neither of the parents mentioned Jamal since it was clear that he was not involved. The detectives did get court orders to look at Marci’s email account and text messages but there were no clues. I asked Robin if he thought he was gay. He said he was confused, but was attracted to lots of people, male and female. He's never done anything with anyone, but was just confused.I considered myself strictly heterosexual, but Robin almost made me feel like I was talking to a teenage girl instead of a boy. For some reason, this created a tingle in me, almost like a little excitement. I shut it out - I'm straight and love women. That's true, but looking at Robin made you think he was a girl. I. But I knew her inner battles. I never fancied her sexually because first, she was a student, also a client, and of course, I am loyal to my girlfriend. After her school-farewell, she met me one last time thanking me for all the help. She asked me if we could be friends as she felt I made her life better.I politely declined as counselors are supposed to make their clients’ lives better and not befriend them. She understood and asked me if she could write emails when in need. I obliged. The same.