I almost didn’t come back.

All week I told myself the first visit had been clinical. That the way his thumbs had dragged over my nipples was just part of a thorough exam. That the heat between my legs afterward had been nerves. By the time Thursday arrived I had almost convinced myself.

Then I walked into his office again and the lie fell apart.

The clinic was quieter this time. Late afternoon. Only one other patient in the waiting room. When the nurse led me to Exam Room 3 she handed me the gown with the same instructions — everything off from the waist up — and left. I...