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Note To Self
Date: 11/27/2014, Categories: Bisexual, Author: blin18, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories
said. I hadn’t told her yet, but doctors probably weren’t as good with names as cops; they dealt with one person at a time and had all their details on a clipboard. Or so I believed from watching TV dramas. “Anna Volakas,” I said, still looking at her in the mirror. “Sergeant.” “Susan Richards,” she replied, smiling. “M.D.” There was a little flicker of ironic acknowledgement in her eyes, suggesting we both knew it was absurd to be using titles at a kindergarten barbecue, but still we couldn’t help ourselves. Curse of the career woman. Obviously I had mis-characterized her as a soccer-Mom. “So did you …,” she searched for the words, “… um, want to?” “Want to what?” I asked, genuinely confused. “Learn how to do a self-examination,” she smiled, and then holding up her hands, “I won’t touch. Promise. Learned my lesson the first time.” I didn’t really want to talk about breasts with this unusual woman at all, but she had completely disarmed me with her wit and that almost hysterical outburst of laughter. Part of me was curious; I knew it was something I had been ignoring for a long time that I really should learn, but it wasn’t like I was ever going to have an idle moment when I would decide to look it up for myself. “Fuck it,” I breathed. “Okay. What do I have to do?” “What? Oh, okay,” she smiled. “I didn’t think you were going to. You just had that look.” “I wasn’t going to,” I said. “Right, well. First thing: you don’t just feel,” she began in a brisk tone, unbuttoning her ...