The next day I went to see Dr. Hibbert. I hadnt been to the doctors office for a checkup in quite some time, but I needed desperately to know what was wrong with me. So, I sauntered down to Hibberts clinic and sat patiently in the waiting room, looking through odd book-like objects filled with nothing but celebrity gossip.
I then came to a page in one of them that featured two male specimens in a lip-lock. I stared at it, agape. I had never seen anything quite like it. It made me feel exceedingly uncomfortable and yet intrigued. The former emotion was more prominent, though, so I hastily shut the book and tossed it on the counter, my facing feeling rather searing with mortification at the image or maybe just with my interest in it. At that moment, a young nurse called me back, and I was more than grateful to get away from that book-like thing and try to expunge the picture from my mind.