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the swipe of dry cotton, a pinch, a squeeze, and then another swipe and it was over. Korea exhaled and relaxed her pelvis, and then the rest of her body.
    “Okay, Miss Smith,” Doctor Model said. “We’ll have to send these samples to a lab for tests. One of the nurses will be back in to talk to you.”
    “Tests,” Korea repeated softly, having been reminded of exactly where she was and why she was there. “Doctor, can you tell me what you think it is?” she asked in a voice that sounded much more frightened and tiny than any voice that had ever emanated from her throat before.
    She momentarily wondered if it was hers, and then she cleared her throat and tried again, repeating the question, this time with more assertiveness and adding, “Could they be hair bumps? See,I let Keith, that’s the guy…I let him shave me down there. When I told him about the bumps, he said they were probably just hair bumps,” Korea finished confidently.
    The doctor dropped her gloves into the trash receptacle and turned to look at the sixteen-year-old girl who had probably gotten herpes before she had even had her first orgasm. “Well, I’d rather not say until the tests are back. There’s no point in getting you all
excited
, until we know for sure.” Then she winked one pale blue eye at Korea and disappeared behind a cold clinic door.
    In the ten days that it took to receive her test results in the mail, Korea ignored Keith’s calls, played basketball, and found it difficult to stop thinking about the doctor and that strange sensation she had had on her table.
    Korea was still pretty sure the bumps were nothing. They had scabbed over and fallen off without even leaving scars.

C HAPTER 3: T HE V IRGIN F ILES :
DREAM CROW
    Keith studied Dream Crow from across the room, examining her reaction to the screams and bumping sounds pounding against the wall. Titus, the pimp in the condo next door, was beating his unruly new hoe again, and every time her head hit the wall, Dream Crow flinched like her nerves were pinching her. She sat at her dressing table, nervously trying to apply lip liner to her full, heart-shaped lips, but she kept going out of the lines and had to keep starting over. On top of the screaming and pleading and slaps and booms crashing through the wall, Keith’s phone was ringing but he wouldn’t answer it. Her pager was buzzing with persistent reminders from her brother, Hartford, that she needed to get a new life. Her stomach was tied in knots and beginning to hurt.
    “Baby…” she said finally, hoping the sound of her own voice would calm her. “Do you want me to answer the phone?”
    Keith stood in front of his undraped panoramic windows with a sea of San Francisco skyline framing him. “No,” he said, smiling wickedly.
    He looked at the anxious phone, knowing Korea was on the other end of it, probably in a tailspin. It had been a while since she had told him about those bumps. She probably had her test results back from the clinic. He walked over to the stereo and turned the knob to raise the volume on Whitney Houston’s latest release, “Didn’t We Almost Have it All.”
    “Don’t answer the phone yet.” His voice was airy and loaded as he walked toward the back of Dream Crow’s red velvet stool and laid his hands gently on her shoulders. “Why are you so nervous?” Keith asked into her ear as he bent down and looked into the mirror at her.
    “I’m not nervous.”
    “Really? You seem nervous. I thought you might be because Titus is over there drunk and acting a fool again.”
    “I have a date that I can’t be late for. He’s pretty big time, I think. He won’t wait. I
know
he won’t wait if I’m late. That’s what it is. That’s all.”
    “Well, he’s going to have to wait.”
    “Huh? Why?”
    “I need you to fix those shaky little hands of yours and trim my mustache.” Keith reached for her hand and grabbed the pager from it. He looked into the tiny screen to check the number.