There was a hallway with examination rooms on each side. There was an alternate entrance at the end of the hallway. The voices were coming from the se...ond office on the right. I was not a doctor in these people's eyes, so I paused and called, "Doctor Smiles?" In here, Alex."The two adults were on each side of the examining table and Nora was sitting with her shirt off. "Hello, Doctor Smiles." Then I turned to the girl, "Hello again, Nora. Did you teach the doctor how to use the stethoscope. I've always been one to follow my fantasies where they lead me - often I'll start out thinking of a particular scene or person or exploring a particular idea, then by the end I've switched to something completely different and unexpected. In hindsight, that should've been a strong hint to me that my early crushes on girls weren't just Platonic admiration - even when I tried to think about boys as I masturbated, it would always be a girl's name I ended up whispering in those last desperate few. She’s pretty depressed about the whole thing.”Which I could totally understand. It was one of the reasons I was so careful about the girls I’d been with, and mostly spent a lot of time talking to them before taking them to bed. It was something Jennie McGrath had warned me about fifteen years previously, and even so, I’d run into problems with some girls’ emotional responses.“I’m sorry she had a bad experience, but you know why I couldn’t. That rule has to stay in place for obvious reasons.”“I. Every Saturday she can be seen wrestling against white guys on the mat and beating them at their own game. She sends them home in tears. How about that? A strong young black woman kicking white ass. We need more of that! Contrarily to what many black people think, the whole racial harmony thing is a dream for the most part. You simply cannot fully trust someone who’s different from you. Especially if they’re descended from an oppressor. I don’t think black men and black women should fully trust.