Celibate Sex: Sans Pericardium

he asked in his soft, singsongy voice, a little smile on his round, brown face. “For research,” I said, holding out my hands as if they were holding the very heart I was offering. “I'm not doing any research,” Dr. Sing protested. ... The stress test involved hooking me up to an EKG and having me run on a treadmill, on which Dr. Sing kept increasing the incline until I was about to fall off the back. When I quit, breathing hard and drenched in sweat, Dr. Sing said, ...