"Get back on your knees whore" he ordered and as soon as I did, another slap came. He had placed a rug in front of him and now drew me closer to him w...here he slapped my face again a couple of times more. "You like that don't you whore?" he asked me "Yes my love" i began "Your fuckin' whore loves it when you slap my face" I added as another slap hit me hard. As I righted my self he leaned forward and now started slapping at my tit. The pain was sharp at first and I backed away a little until he. I was rousted by the cops and he fingered me as the guy with the shotgun. At fifteen, I couldn’t tell you which end of a gun was which! I’d never seen one except in the hands of white cops! I had an ironclad alibi - I was in school! But the cops didn’t care. It took a week before they finally dropped the charges, despite having a teacher and the principal give statements. White cops. White store owner. Black teacher and black principal.“After that, I was constantly rousted by white cops no. A nurse eventually took me to the same exam room. I was not asked to put on a johnny. Too bad. It may just be a formal appointment. I started to feel stupid. It took a long time for the doctor to arrive. It was well past 3:30 pm. Dr. DiNunzio eventually did appear. She walked in and asked how I was doing. I explained that I felt fine but was concerned about the scar reopening during sex. She said that was incredibly unlikely. She asked if I wanted her to check the scar one more time. I nodded.I. I opened the door and received the biggest shock in over 200 years standing there in front of me was none other than Evelyn Timmings! I must of looked like another kind of idiot as she smiled that huge friendly smile of hers and came in. "Hello Tyrome long time no see." she started. For a moment I was unable to speak, when I finally found my voice she was smiling larger. "Hello again Mrs. Timmings," I started. "Please not so formal Evelyn please!" she told me. "Yes ma’am," I answered, "How can.