
I went to a new gynecologist expecting a routine checkup, but as soon as the exam was over, he frowned and asked me in a strange tone who had treated me before; I replied naturally that it was my husband, who is also a gynecologist.
Part 2 I dressed with trembling hands. The paper on the exam table crinkled beneath my steps as if I were walking over dry leaves. The nurse quietly left the …
I went to a new gynecologist expecting a routine checkup, but as soon as the exam was over, he frowned and asked me in a strange tone who had treated me before; I replied naturally that it was my husband, who is also a gynecologist. Read More







