So I'm lying there all alone in this close closet of a room on this turquoise-colored thick plastic pad on this metal table, with my legs spread wide as a slack nutcracker, and I'm thinking about Matt Dillon and Gunsmoke and grinning about all that, when the doctor walked in. He caught me grinning, and he grinned right back at me, like my grin was meant for him.
Maybe he was happy I was happy. Maybe he just loved his job. He looked pretty young, not much older than I was, really, so I thought it was probably more like he just loved his job but it also wasn't too bad he'd caught me smiling on top of his vaginal inspection job-love, a kind of icing-on-the-cake occasion. For him. Not for me.
"Well," he said, after he finished his examination and wiped his speculum (and wouldn't these things be so much easier if they didn't use words like speculum?), "looks like everything's in order."
"Why thank you, Doctor," I said, and I almost added, I'm right mighty grateful to you, 'cause I was still thinking about Gunsmoke and all, but I caught myself just in time.
"Just one thing," he said, losing the grin but not the twinkle in his eye as he straightened up and looked at me. He pulled a bag of walnuts out of his pocket. "Crack these open for me, would you?"
Opening: Robin S......Continuation: anon.