CHAPTER TWELVEJENNA
March 20, 2009
I sit on the edge of the exam table in the OB/GYN office, waiting for the physician to return to the room. The test was simple, but having another person touch me and violate my privacy gives me such angst. I have quickly built up that barrier of never allowing myself to be abused or r***d again, and this seems a bit too close to that line or parallel to it. I know it is procedural and completely legitimate, but it still makes me nervous.
The door opens and Dr. Ramirez enters, this time without the nurse. She is a short woman with a warm smile and I guess her to be in her mid-thirties. She sits back down on her stool and rolls over to me.
“Jenna,” she says as she crosses her legs and folds her hands on top of the file on her lap. “As we anticipated, y
