I was 23 back in an earlier time. I went to a co-workers basement apartment one evening. “Doc” was older than I, about 28 or 29. He was stocky built and black. During the course of the evening, I laid down on the living room floor and Doc began giving me a shoulder body rub.
It was a hot summer day July 1985 and was living in a studio apartment in an alley my great-grandparents owned. I had the cooler going that afternoon and was arranging stuff. I was wearing a teal colored shirt and dark blue shorts with gold trim and tennis shoes. I had the radio station blasting