The intruding finger gave my prostate an extra stroke before being withdrawn. Instinctively I wiggled my ass.
“Thanks for the bonus, doc.”
My physician, chuckled. “One of the perks of having a mostly gay patient list.”
“You still on your own, Sam?”
“‘Fraid so.”
“Well, it’s your own fault. If you didn’t have that policy about not dating your patients…”
Sam Reynolds and I might have been an item a few years back. When I first arrived in Zenith, he had just set up practice downtown after finishing his residency. A gay friend had recommended him and told me the good doctor was gay. I’d been going to him for annual checkups and the occasional ache or pain ever since. I’d had quite a crush on him at first but, though friendly, he’d been standoffish. He finally told me one day he made a poi
