Chapter 8
by 
FenFenScreeScree
Wait to hear your name.
The Entrance Exam
Your name happens to be the very first one called. So much for waiting. You get up, walk toward the stage, heart beginning to race. A rather handsome looking doctor with jet black hair and a chiseled jaw smiles to you, calls you by your name, and leads you off stage to a room outside the auditorium, aptly named "Exam Room 1". It's a classic medical clinic sort of deal, with the paper-lined bed, a swivel stool for the doctor, the whole nine yards. He plops down on the stool, you get up on the bed, and he begins typing on a laptop.
"Alright, if you could go ahead and state your name and birthplace, please?"
You clear your throat, and say, "Um, John Doe, New York, New York."
He smiles again, nods, and continues. "Excellent. Now, I'm going to ask you five questions, and then we'll begin the physical exam, m'kay?"
You nod with him, and say, "Sure, uh, go ahead."
He reads off from a list, starting with a doozy of a question: "Have you ever had sexual intercourse with another man?"