A bead of wetness trickles down my side toward the pit of my arm. I'm so crazy about this man, my heartbeat intensifies. I feel his arm as it rests across my lower extremities. I squirm when he presses against the sensitive areas of my breasts. "I don't like that feeling," I tell him. "I'm sorry," he replies but he keeps moving his instrument over them.
It was very important to him that I meet with him this day. He had directed me to a private room. I undressed and waited for him on the bed. Soon after he'd entered the room, he shut the light. Reposed in the glow of a computer monitor, my small breasts exposed before him. He was intent.
I've been meeting with this man for over three years. He is so cool. He laughs at my crazy stories. I just love the way he leans back in his chair, his legs fully extended. It's obvious, he is completely comfortable with me. This pleases me.
He's a married man with young children. He's told me he has a boy my son's age and that he lives out in the suburbs. I smile when he tells me these things. Indeed, these are the very things that make him such a wonderful man. It seems we have much in common, I wonder if we are the same age. He could very well be younger than I.
He continues to knead my breast with the wand in his left hand. I'd had cysts in my breasts before. I had one removed not long ago. I tell him this and he is surprised. Together we examine my right areola. The scar is quite indistinguishable.
His attention hastens to the monitor. As he taps the monitor with the stylus in his right hand and directs my attention to the computer screen, explaining in detail each vague image. With notable relief, he assures me several times, as if to convince me, "it's not cancer."
We meet again at his desk, Dr. Nakajima and I. Several nurses are in the room with us this time. Again, the doctor assures me, "It's not cancer." "Please," he urges earnestly, "please have it checked when you get back to the states." However, I am still so quite nonchalant about the matter. He continues to implore. "Please. The Sanno Medical Center reported that it was a tumor."
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