She turned to find Michael staring at her.“What?” She asked.“You’re blushing. I take it this is a first for you?” He asked her with a laugh....“Shut up,” she muttered and turned away pretending to look at the selection in front of her.He came up behind her and grabbed a handful of her hair and tipped her head back. She met his eyes and saw that he was not amused. “Never, and I repeat, never tell me to shut up, slave.” Then he kissed her hard on the mouth and released her hair and walked away.She. She felt my hardness and aggressively pushed her butt back into me for more contact. I wrapped her in my arms, spooned behind her.“Allie,” I said, soothingly. “I’m sorry.”She jerked her head toward me, tears glistening in her eyes.“What did you call me?”“Um ... Allie. I’m sorry if you don’t like it...”“In all the time you’ve known me, you’ve never shortened my name, given me a nickname, called me by some little endearment. Why now, Tony? Why now?”“I felt ... I’m sorry ... I just...” I wasn’t. I'd worked almost exclusively with high school girls who were interested in learning how to establish a committed relationship or to explore a fantasy. I was full of advice on how to approach a 'one night stand' from a girl's perspective, and what to expect from their partner.It had been years since I last lived in the same place for more than a couple weeks, and I had very little 'real' experience interacting in complex social dynamics. Normally if I were free for the evening I would accept. "What changes?" I asked"The doctor will answer your questions," was his answer.The appointment with the doctor was for the next day. We wenttogether for mutual support. The receptionist gave us forms to fillin with all of the usual questions about allergies, asthma, contactsetc. We filled them out and gave them back to her. In a coupleminutes a nurse called us in. First she took our heights and weightsand she led us into an examination room. We stood there a minute.Brian turned to me, "are you.