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lubricant to the silky puckered surface. He held himselfquite rigid, again not breathing. Then I grew bolder. Iinserted my finger into the tight hot place as far as it wouldgo. I must have touched the prostate for he suddenlygroaned, but said nothing. Then, either deliberately orthrough uncontrollable reflex, he brought the full force of hisyouthful muscularity to bear on the sphincter muscle and fora moment it felt as though my finger might be nipped off.With my free hand, I slapped his right buttock smartly."Relax!" I commanded. He mumbled something I could nothear and the sphincter again loosened. I then removed myfinger and inserted the thermometer, after first teasing thevirginal orifice with delicate probes that made him squirm.Once the thermometer was in, it was completely lost tosight for his buttocks are deep and since the legs were onlyslightly spread, his cheeks promptly came together when Ilet them go. I then took up the chart and read off a list ofchildhood diseases. Chicken pox, measles, whoopingcough and he whispered "yes" or "no" or "I don'tremember" in response to the catechism. When I wasfinished, I said, "All in all, a healthy young boy." My coldcheery manner was calculated to increase his alarm;obviously it did for not once would he look at me, preferringto stare at the wall just opposite, chin pushed hard againstthe table. "Now let's see what's cooking." I pushed open thecheeks and slowly removed the thermometer. He wasnormal of course but I saw fit to lie: "Just as I thought, youdo have a touch of fever.--Well, we'll soon take care of that.Now roll over on your back." He did as he was told, swiftly