He kissed my thighs, leaving a silvery wet trail and then brought his hands to me, opening up my outer lips and exposing my young, pink flesh to the a...r. Then without warning he went down on me, his beard harsh against my tender skin, but the sensation of his lips and tongue was heavenly. He teased my clit sucking and nibbling on it, until it poked out of its little hooded cover, greedy for all the attention his expert tongue was giving it.I was shocked by the intimacy of his actions but at the. In the ten years I’ve been approaching women about posing she has me shaking like an awestruck teenage! Getting closer “er! Excuse me is this seat taken?”----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------“Yes thank you lord!’ catches me attention as I collect me tea and cinnamon bun. Making my way to the only open booth, sliding in by the wind. Taking my coat off settling in to read the Times. A few minutes pass before“Er!. I mean everyone knows that man nurses are all gay. Whatever. I try not to have too much to do with him but sometimes I have to talk to him like for stuff like this.He looked at Bec and he said, “How do you feel, Bec?”Bec didn’t say anything but she nodded so I said, “She’s okay.”Then the spic said, “What’s eight minus three?” and Bec looked at him for a moment and then held up five fingers.Then he said, “Do you know why you are in the bathroom with Miska?” (he never gets my name right)Bec. She looked earnestly at Dad.“The thing that Bec has, is it the same?” She took a big breath.“Does Bec have Lambrecht’s Syndrome?”Everything inside of me froze.I looked at Dad.He looked at me.And then, slowly, he nodded.Dad was saying something in the background, but there weren’t any words. There was only noise.Liz was clutching my hand. She was looking deeply into my eyes. She was looking straight through my eyes, right into the middle of my head, trying to see all the mess that was in there..