Chapter 2
Dr. Franklin was a handsome older man. His silver hair accentuated the crystal blue of his eyes. He was athletic; the very picture of health as you’d expect from a doctor. When he smiled, his eyes literally twinkled. It was the genuine smile of a happy, contented person. I felt a flash of envy at the thought.
“Have a seat,” he said, gesturing to one of two chairs positioned in front of his desk. “How can I help you, Daniel?”
I shifted in my chair as I examined his features. Not to admire them, but to assess whether I could trust him with what I was about to say. I’d known him for many years and I’d had no trouble explaining my problems to him before. Even when I’d contracted a dose of chlamydia, I’d calmly let him take swabs from the eye of my p***s and from my anus. Why, then
