Sitting here organizing patient files from my mentorship days with Jane, and my mind wanders to a different kind of education. I remember my first time with a man who actually understood my body. Not just the doctor part, but the woman part. The way he didn't flinch when he saw my cock, how he actually seemed to worship it with his mouth while his fingers explored my wet pussy. He made me feel whole in a way medicine never could. Now I fantasize about being that teacher for someone else—showing a curious patient exactly how to pleasure every inch of me, where to lick, how deep to take my shaft, when to make me scream. The clinic teaches anatomy, but I could teach ecstasy.