Laura stepped out of the Conservatory with a smile, clutching her performance pass for “Tales of the Wind.” The spring air felt perfect. On the way home, a truck slammed into the back of her red Volkswagen Bug. Her knee took the worst of it. The apologetic older driver promised to cover the repairs, and Laura eventually made it home. The next morning, despite the swelling in her knee, she dressed in a tight cotton top and hugging black skirt. At the orchestra, her friend Selina teased her about nearly dying a virgin. Laura laughed it off, but the comment lingered. During practice, her knee gave out. The conductor insisted she see a doctor immediately. At the hospital, she was shown into an exam room. Doctor Mathew entered — tall, handsome, with silver strands in his dark hair and piercing eyes. As he examined her swollen knee, his strong hands gently caressed her leg. His touch lingered, slowly sliding higher up her soft thigh. Laura’s breath quickened. She closed her eyes, feeli
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