I’m Dr. Sam Rivers. I got an email about your case from Scarlett Johansson last week, asking me to look at some photos you sent her. Do you have a m...nute to talk about your options?”“Sure,” I said, surprised. “I’ve talked with the surgeon that did the emergency work and she’s made some recommendations, but she admits that cosmetic surgery is outside her specialty.”“Understandable,” Dr. Rivers said. “Her initial concern was to get you open and fix the damage. I understand you’re healing. That was, of course, assuming he hadn’t started the conversation by texting you in the middle of the night. It was never “wyd” or anything carrying that sort of connotation, although the frequency of his late-night text to me increased dramatically after he learned I wasn’t, strictly speaking, ‘straight.’ I tapped mindlessly through Snapchat, seeing our brothers’ stories posing next to the park entry sign—they had already arrived, and we had yet to even leave. A thud against the car made me. .." do you know what im pulling you over for?" I roll the tinted glass down, " Say it again?" He swallows.." Do you know why I pulled you over today?" I smile, kinda nervous..my lipstick slightly smudging while I rub my lips together.." I can explain.." I say..he chuckles. " get out of the car," I raise an eyebrow, " Excuse me?" he laughs a little louder now, it's deep and I hate to admit it, but it's turning me on. I open my door and let him direct me to where I need to be, " Against the car. Then one evening Lisa called me and said that she was going on a date with another man. I objected but Lisa said, "After all we are not married anymore and I think we both need to date other people to make sure that if and when we get together permanently it is right for both of us. I didn't want her to date other men but I could tell from the resolve in her voice that she was going to do it whether I agreed or not. I asked her if she was going to have sex with him and she said she didn't.