Blown in from the Sahara reviews

My heart was already racing and I had just gotten there. I hated the hospital gowns they gave you, so I had put mine on backwards, overlapping the front to keep myself covered. It was bad enough to have a major crush on one’s doctor, without having to be bare assed with him in the same room. Dr. Stone had never given me the impression he was gay, so I didn’t have any hopes, other than to make it through my yearly exam without embarrassing myself...

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