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 From the medical journals of Ivana Swallows;
   - Foreword;
   First and foremost, I would like to personally thank the faculty and
staff of Coxville County High School for their boundless support in -
finally - getting this project sanctioned by the Coxville County Westside
Admissions Board of Health & Research.  Without Miss Dianna Murdock -
senior secretary and keeper of school records - Principal William Long, and
their combined efforts, this study simply would never have happened.  I
would also like to thank head county librarian Mrs.  Bobbie Sue Kindle for
allowing me full access to county history medical records, and her
extensive knowledge in guiding me through them.  To the opposing majority
of those who stood against this study and rejected my numerous requests to
submit my findings to our county university, I would like to issue a
sincere and whole-hearted thank you as well.  Without your vocal and
vehement opposition to this study, I would have never been impelled so
strongly to change my presentation's focus from nutrition in Coxville, to
the study I now present to you.  If my numerous requests to the parents,
teachers, administrators, practicing doctors, county executives and our own
great mayor Van Buskirks had been met with a smile of approval and good
blessing, it would be been ineffable proof that my medical research was
simply not important or groundbreaking enough to merit study.
   The strong apprehension and almost - dare I say - fearful responses to
the subject matter of my research stands as proof of how important it's
carrying out is to our community and - if I may be so bold - to our great
country of the United States.  Too long have we let the old wive's tales
and ridiculous yarns of myth dictate our beliefs and leave us stagnant in
the face of scientific research and advancement.  If we are to keep our
great county as such, we will have to drop the shroud of old-fear and
relinquish our childish need to clutch at negative racial stereotypes
hoarded from the Dark Ages.  I'd be remiss in neglecting an innate sense of
pioneers' joy and invigoration in being the first - and only noted -
studier in the medical field bold enough to delve into this topic.
   I would be equally remiss If I neglected to mention how elated that
honor has made me.  This hitherto uncharted matter, once deemed taboo and
shrouded in the ireous secrecy of our forefathers, will now be soundly and
quite thoroughly, put to a much needed rest.  I can guarantee that all who
read this medical journal - proponents and nay-sayers alike - shall be
enlightened, informed and quite engaged at the results.  I myself - an avid
seeker of medical knowledge - swells with anticipation to delve deep into
this topic.  To cure the ills of old world myth and archaic legend once and
for all.  That being said, and breaking medical ardor and tone, allow me to
present you the findings of my research; let's get the bottom of this!
   - Ivana Swallows ...
   Principal Long sat slouch in his office chair, the long brown fingers of
his hands erected into a steeple as he gazed across the way at his visitor.
The upside down U shape of his mouth and surly sour-puss expression his
bushy white moustache seemed to always convey betrayed the fact that -
today - Principal William Long was in a rather happy mood.  There was a
slight glimmer, a sheen in his dark brown eyes and bald pate, that conveyed
a spry sense of elation rather than his regular irritated and appraising
glared.
   "I take it you have everything prepared then?" said Long, still as a
statue in his seat.
   "Oh yes, I've got everything just about moved to the new school
infirmary."
   "Wonderful.  Glad to hear it."
   "Though...", the visitor added in a 'by-the-by' tone, "If I may make a
suggestion; you'd do well to tell your janitors to learn how to be just a
bit more mindful when they work.  Those two act more like repo men when
they're moving things, they almost ruined a box of very delicate tools I
need."
   Long's mustache twitched the slightest bit.  It didn't matter how sweet
the tone, nor sugary the request, whenever Ivana Swallows made one of her
'suggestions' the recipient always felt as though they were being insulted.
Some biting quality in her voice that just made whoever she was speaking to
want to cut their eyes, and utter the word "Bitch!"under the breaths.  Long
- to Nurse Swallows good fortune - was able to suppress an outburst upon
hearing her most resent request.
   "I'll be sure to have a word with them about that.  If there's anything
else you need them to do for you, anything moved or rearranged, I've given
them strict instruction to drop whatever they're doing and have them do it
to you, immediately."
   "For..." Ivana replied.
   "Pardon?" said Long.
   "You'll have them do it for me, immediately."
   "Ah...yes, of course" said Long, a subtle start and grumble in his voice
that Ivana had never heard before.  "That's what I meant.  They'll drop
whatever they're doing and have them do it for you, immediately."
   "Are you feeing alright, Principle?"
   "Why, fine Nurse Swallows.  Never better...why do you ask?"
   Nurse Ivana Swallows sat in the chair directly across from Principle
Long, his large brown desk putting space between them.  She wore what was
supposed to be a simple white button down blouse, a cream colored woman's
vest, a mid length black skirt and modest matching heels.  Supposed to be,
but on the body of the beautiful, buxom and exceedingly curvaceous figure
of the caustic brunette, the attire selection had the same effect on the
eye as lingerie.  Her mid-toned skin color - the Italian side of her
lineage she'd always been told - made the colors of her outfit pop,
especially the white of her blouse that was only just suppressing the ample
curve, roundness and heft of her immense bosoms.
   Ivana sat in the chair with her legs - shapely, tanned and highly toned
- crossed.  She shifted one leg to the other, and twisted the slightest bit
to realign herself with the arm rests.  Long took notice of how the motion
caused her breasts to jiggle ever so slightly beneath her white garments.
No bra, he thought.
   "Its just that..." Ivana hesitated.  An old line of wisdom she recalled
learning long ago about 'not biting the hand that feeds, or looking a gift
horse in the mouth' crossing her mind.  "Its just that you've been
so...helpful the last few weeks."
   "As opposed to the other forty-nine some odd weeks of the year when I'm
not?" Long replied with a mocking chuckle.
   "No, that's not what I mean.  What I mean is...If I'd have asked you for
an office meeting three weeks ago to discuss with you....I dunno...the
lunch menus of our cafeteria in reference to my research of nutrition in
Coxville County, you'd have had Ms.  Murdock simply take down my requests,
and would have forwarded me an email about a month later, not sitting with
me here right now drinking coffee."
   Ivana nodded to the coffee mug at Long's desk, the words "World's
Greatest Grandpa" written in bold on one, and another - significanly colder
- mug with the smiling image of a Cheshire cat on it.
   "I am a busy man, Mrs.  Swallows..."
   "No, no I know..." Ivana said, doing her best to be cautious and not say
anything that would sour the principle's seemingly ever-soured mood.  He'd
been at the helm of support for her and her project (for whatever reason)
and she wasn't about to screw the whole thing up on account of choosing the
wrong set of words.  "You're a very busy man, and no one understands or
appreciates that more than me.  Its just...your sudden interest in my study
just seemed so...out of the blue.  I must say, it took me for a loop how
fast you responded to my request for the school medical records of its
athletes."
   "You needed something important done for a very important medical
study", said Long.  "What sort of principle would I be if I simply put that
on the back-burner in favor of...I dunno...lunch menus or football games.
It simply wouldn't be right."
   "I see" said Ivana, less than convinced but receptive of his answer all
the same.
   "Its like you said in the draft of your foreword you emailed me, which I
absolutely loved by the way; this research of yours is important, not just
to the county, but arguably to our country.  Me not helping you with
whatever you need would mean my failing - not just as a principle of this
institution - but as a citizen of this community and moreso this very
country.  That's not something I'm prepared to let happen my dear."
   "Well..." Ivana almost didn't know what to say.  "I truly appreciate
that Principle.  I wish more of the faculty had been as...open minded, as
you on subject."
   "I may be old Mrs.  Swallows, but that doesn't make me a fossil or a
fool." Long said, an uncharacteristically jovial smile switching the upside
down U on his mouth into a slightly upward cocked one.  "And, as a black
man, I'd be a damn fool to not want people out there to know the truth
about us."
   Ivana found this comment strange.  Does the old fool WANT people know
that NOT all black men are hung like..." the brunette's mind wandered.  It
drifted backwards to an image of her on her knees.  Sucking and sputtering
wetly on the knobbed head of largest penis she'd ever seen in her life. 
mmhmmmhmh!  *GURK!* She could recall the frantic, almost pitifully
obssessed noises that had escaped her mouth throat while she sucked and
struggled on the thing.  She recalled the taste, the slickness and how
overwhelmingly hard and thick it was as it wedged itself firmly in the
tight corners of her mouth and the innermost parts of her cheeks, before
imposing itself down her throat.  She recalled lurching from the seemingly
endless span of fat inches and remembered how all the other girls - Sammy
Spitzmen, Anya White and Bianca Blackwood had choked gagged from the effort
in a similar fashion.  All of them tried handling it, and all them
failed...except Ivana.
   Ivana had managed to tackle that big brown monster (more or less), and
actually made it explode in a spray of thick white semen...the only to
succeed where the other girls had failed...aside from Jenny fucking Summers
that is.  That night, Ivana recalled Jenny Summers, the leader of that
memories' events.  She sucked, slobbered and slurped that brown beast down,
and then took things one step further when - in act of exceedingly base and
slutty behaviour - fucked the dark skinned youth right in front of them. 
Bucking and bouncing, grinding and groaning like a bitch in heat.
   It was obscene how much Jenny loved it.  Almost as disgusting as what
the blonde bimbo then recommneded to them not long after.  You girls go out
there and get your own, was the gist of the dare.  Go out there and get
your own Big Black Cock...
   "Don't you want that?" came Principle Long's voice from across the room.
Ivana half jumped in her seat from being snapped back into the here and
now.
   "E-excuse me?" she said with a start.  "Do I want it?"
   "Why yes...don't you want people to know the truth about racial
stereotypes in Coxville?  I mean, that is the whole premise and mission of
your research after all."
   She nodded, the strands of her dark brown hair bobbing almost childlike
as she did.
   "O-Oh yes, of course.  I feel that stereotypes like penis size and body
type no longer have a place in our community.  If we don't do the work and
prove to people what's what, then who will?"
   "Getting to the bottom of it, as you so eloquently put it." said Long
with a smile, his all-too-white teeth sparkling in his mouth.
   What's this old coon so happy about, Ivana thought.  At the end of this,
everyone will finally know the truth about black men...how they all AREN'T
hung like horses.  The idea and plan had come to Ivana that same night of
the Coxville book club meeting.  Making her way home - her jaw sore from
holding Samson West's giant cock in her mouth - she'd learned one of two
things;
   The First; that lockjaw is by no means an exaggerated condition when
dealing with monster cocks.
   The Second; Jenny Summers had developed an outrageous - boarding
fanatical - obsession with black men.
   In all their years knowing one another, Jenny Summers always did have to
go overboard to win over people, invariably winning with nil more than her
looks.  Even back in high school; when Ivana would get straight A's, Jenny
would thrill everyone by winning some stupid Miss Dairy contest.  When
Ivana would rank top of her class in math, science and just about every
other subject, Jenny would dazzle everyone by becoming prom queen and
wearing a new dress.  For every acheivement Ivana made in way of her
intellect, Jenny would always trump with some base display reliant on her
femine wiles and bimbo behaviour.  It was enough to make Ivana sick.
   This cruel reciprocity carried between Swallows and Summers had carried
on all the way to now it seemed.  Ivana was advancing her medical portfolio
and career by studying the nutritional benefits and reprocusions of health
in the county, and in response, Jenny wowed everyone (their circle of
friends made up of Sammy, Anya, and Bianca) by fucking someone.  Not even
just someone, a black man for crying out loud.  It was disgusting.  Not
(perhapss) the act itself...Ivana (in guarded secret) admittedly thought it
was rather intense and (perhaps) a bit impressive how Jenny could take
something so large into herself.  But that lay beside the point.  Whatver
Ivana did, Jenny would be right there to destroy her stride and take the
wind from her sails by acting like some glammed up yellow-haired strumpet.
   But that night - and oh what a night that had been - Ivana created a
plan.  Yes, Ivana would beat Jenny at her own game.  Her own game, but with
a strictly 'Ivy-fied' slant.  Her health study research's focus would
switch.  Instead of nutrition, her study would be a survey on the bodily
health of Coxville citizens.  A thorough comparison between blacks and
whites in the county.  Jenny had boasted and bragged how ALL, not some, not
a few, but ALL black men had huge cocks.  Now, Ivana had to admit, Samson
West did happen to have a hung and heavy member on him.  The weight and
fullness of it still rang solid in Ivana's mind, and - admitted silently
and only in the darkest hours of night - Ivana would allow herself the
secret bit of pleasure in know she was the only woman of her group able to
make that massive penis erupt...next to Jenny fucking Summers she would
then have to remind herself.  And yes, the big bruiser of a nigger who
Jenny had so sluttily fucked on camera (the footage taken covertly by
Ivana) had an even more massive member.  That was two, Ivana thought. 
However, two is a vastly smaller number than ALL.  All the negroes of
Coxville county could not, no, DID not come in such behemoth sizes, of this
Ivana was certain.
   And so, the plan was simple; expose this truth for what it was.  Prove
through simple scientific study - basic physical observation - that Jenny
Summers arrogant vow of black superiority was absolute, one hundred
percent, false.  Ivana would mark down and take note of a 4 inch black
penis here, a brown penis of a meager 5 inches there, round the numbers
together and prove how Samson West and that janitor monstrosity had been
flukes, two freak occurences in an average of perfectly normal, perfectly
normal black cocks.
   Then, when Ivana's findings were submitted to the Coxville County's
Board of Health & Research, and everyone FINALLY saw for themselves that
black men were no more endowed than ANY other race on earth, then Jenny's
sails would be the ones to falter.  Her tryst with that big black skinned
galoot will have lost its appeal and edge, and by relation in the eyes of
their friends and peers, so would she and the ridiculous, outright
LUDICROUS claim that ALL the black men in Coxville had huge cocks.  It was
a plan that only Ivana could have conceived.  Proving herself to not just
be a diabolical dynamo, but a SEXY diabolical dynamo almost got Ivana as
wet as Samson West's cock did when it was probing the depths of her throat.
   And here sat that old fool Principle Long in front of her, nodding his
head and giving her support blindly.  Did the old pervert think he really
had a chance with her?  Was he willfully sacrificing and setting fire to
the ONE age-old myth that black men had going in their favor for them,
BESIDES being prime atheletes?  Had he really outted his own race to
scientific scrutiny at the simple exchange or her showed him a bit of
cleavage and wearing that one skirt that all the boys seemed to like on
her? He couldn't have been slipping that far into senility to believe such
nonsense, so she figured it must be the former.
   It took Ivana all of three minutes to convince Long that this study
NEEDED to be done, to show everyone the truth.  The old coon was all too
eager to agree and approve.  Ivana had to admit that the speed of which
she'd gotten the green light to commence the study - guised as a simple
series of random physical check ups held in the school - baffled her. 
Prior to going to Long for help, she'd tried initially to go straight to
the Board with her project.
   Her request - to do a penis survey and comparison between white and
black males in Coxville - was denied soundly and swiftly more than several
times.  It seemed like the ones in charge were simply shouting 'nay' at the
top of their lungs upon reading the cover of her request, hence why Ivana
had been denied by the Board several times, and had given an emphatic NO
when she approved the mayor himself for assistance.  Mayor Van Buskirks was
keeping in line with his predecessor, Mayor Smith, and was blindly denied
any form of study in the nature of race in Coxville.  The rotund town
runner even mailed her a terse letter of response stating - as she later
found out while reading through Coxville historical records - word for word
the reply of the late mayor;
   "There's nothing unusual about our colored citizen's penises.  While we
appreciate your interest in proving an old wive's tale false, we find that
the subject matter and manner of your study is unsuitable, and greatly
inappropriate for the Board's consideration or the wholesome nature of this
community."
   Van Buskirks regurgitating what the previous mayor had said only made
Ivana that much more driven to get her research approved.  She'd have
preferred not going to him for help, but in the end Ivana found a stout and
very useful ally in Principle Long.  He'd backed her to best of his
ability. Mrs.  Murdock - his ancient secretary - gave her their full
support, and not only allowed her access to hitherto restricted medical
files, copied ad kept filed away in the school archives, but Long himself
even took a hand in getting Ivana's plan in motion.
   "Let me make a phone call" was all Long had to say on the matter.  Ivana
recalled the name "Laveau" from the conversation, and not long after that,
Ivy had received the official green light from both the mayor and the
Board. It had almost made her head spin how fast it all happened.  And she
recalled thinking, If I'd have known how fast that would have worked, I'd
have flirted with the old coot from the beginning.  And just like that, the
premise of Ivana Swallow's medical study had changed.  She would take down
a viciously untrue rumor about blacks in Coxville, she'd win the
recognition of her peers and elders and all those who owed her praise, and
- most important of all - she'd finally upstage and soundly defeat that
whore Jenny.
   Ivy giggled, a genuine bubbly chuckle that in reality had very little to
do with Principle Long's quip.
   "Exactly that Principle Long...getting to the bottom of it", once and
for all...
   ...
   Ivana Swallows sat at her new office desk, a wide U shape of a smile
framing her full lips making her resemble that spoiled little girl who had
- in fact - gotten the pony she wanted on Christmas.  Her desk was a
polished oaken table that had been a (conspicuously generous) new addition
to accompany her new quarters in Coxville High.  The area was ideal;
freshly polished and sterilized tile floors of an affectively eye-pleasing
- if spartan - black and white checkered design.  A stainless steel sink.
The new and freshly painted cabinets on sides right and left of the office
stocked with whatever Ivana's necessary doctoring accouterments she may
need.  Clean light colored shelves that had been brought in and installed,
and - Ivana's favorite feature of her new office - a brand spanking new
exam table.
   It was large and wide enough to hold a patient (really any two patients
she'd guessed by its width) of any size, yet not so large that it appeared
to take up too much room in its place at the center of the space.  As if
that were possible, Ivana thought, since her new office was easily twice
the size of the old broom closet she'd been cramped and forced to work in.
   Years of work she'd put into researching health for the benefit of
Coxville.  Hours upon hours of reading, research, study, pleading requests,
hours of exhausting labor and more than a few not-so-subtle "accidental"
gropes of her ass and breasts from male patients complaining of a faint -
and suddenly fleeting - cough, and in the end, what was that got her
efforts acknowledge, her hours of physical labor and academic ardor
rewarded?  Why, the comparing of the menfolk's penis sizes, that's what she
answered in her head.
   The busty and exceedingly curvaceous brunette was not angered by this
thought however.  Quite the opposite.  If she'd known that all she had to
do to get this sort of backup from the school and the Board was champion an
assurance to the men in a study that says 'your penis sizes are just fine
gentlemen, no need to panic!' she'd have put this proposal to Principle
Long and the Board ages ago.  Really, Ivana didn't care for the study, not.
Penises were penises and their size - at the end of the day - really didn't
matter that much to her...not really, not actually.  Ivana chewed at that
thought for moment, feeling the slightest bit of unease at that thought.
   She shrugged it off with ease however, and continued jotting down her
notes onto her journal.  She'd had three patients in that afternoon.  Three
down, several score more to go.  The number of responses she'd gotten for
her study had been astounding.  Principle Long had put out the word and
summons that any male student - Age 18 and up exclusively - would be
allowed to participate in Nurse Swallows medical study.  The necessary
permission papers were issued to those who responded, and everything - thus
far - had been signed as was progressing smoothly.  Other participants
-fathers, class alum, interested members of the community, etc- of higher
ages (20 and up) outside the school had been contacted via the school news
letter and other county forums.  Upon reading the words 'conducted by
Coxville's own Nurse Ivana Swallows' and seeing the accompanying picture of
the gorgeous 34 year old woman next to the article, the replies swarmed
Ivana and Principle Long's inboxes.
   The responses to Ivana's study was so strong in fact, that she'd
actually had to ask for Ms.  Murdock's help in scheduling appointments to
take them all.  Ivana was booked solid with willing study participants for
the next month!  Nurse Swallows was overjoyed.  She'd had a solid base and
office to conduct her research, and more than enough patients to get a full
controlled study of the county.  It was a perfect balance between white and
black males, with the smattering of other Coxville citizens who fell into
other categories bringing up the rear as a back up and control group.
   Ivana did find it curious how - upon looking at the population
statistics - how the male population of Coxville was predominantly occupied
by black and white, with Hispanic, Asian and perhaps one of two other races
making up whatever was left out of the percentile of 100.  A curious thing,
but one that Ivana knew to be circumstance of the deep south and the
county's secluded history.  Either way, it made for an almost perfect field
of study.  55% of the men in Coxville were white, 44% were black (though
those numbers didn't include the blacks who left town), and the remaining
1% consisted of those who fell into other racial categories.  It was better
than anything Ivana could have hoped for, and the smile on her face had
been worn so long that her cheeks were now beginning to ache.  With the
numbers in her favor, it'd be an easy feat to debunk Jenny's ludicrous
theory that white men were invariably small, and blacks invariably large.
The population itself would prove her rival a fool and a slut (Ivana
pictured what the blond slut would look like handing 44% worth of cocks).
Ivana would win through proof and research, rather than playing Jenny's
debaucherous little games.She wrote down some finishing notes on her most
recent patient;
   - Subject; 19 yo/ Male.
   - Name: Walton, Dale.
   - Height: 6'1"
   - Weight; 156lbs
   - Race; Caucasian
   Ivana jotted down the remaining particulars of her last patient.  A
tall, gangling young man, his initial excitement and confidence melted into
apprehension when he entered Ivana's office.  Sitting on her exam table,
his legs so long that he could have touched the floor by simply pointing
his toes downward, he relaxed a little while she asked him all the
necessary health checkup questions of ailments, allergies, previous medical
visits, diet, sexual activity and so forth.
   When Ivana got to the latter question, the boy couldn't hold back a
blush and eeked out an unsteady "N-No", before falling into a deathly
silence.  She attempted to break the awkward silence with smalltalk, making
note of his being a Coxville High alum.  He nodded and gave a squeaky
affirmation.  She asked him if he had a girlfriend, his face went beet red,
and even more so when Ivana asked him if there were any girls he presently
had his eye on.  He gave her a terse 'yes', but afterwards Ivana suddenly
noticed the color fell from the boy's face upon encouraging him to ask this
mysterious crush out on a date.
   "I-its...a bit complicated..." he said nervously.
   "Isn't love always?" she replied.
   "Not like the way it is with me..." he said, and then left the matter at
that.
   When Ivana finally rose from her rolling chair - her body heaving and
her parts bouncing the smallest bit in that manner all Coxville women
unconsciously do, all the while unaware of its affect on the menfolk -
looked at him and said,
   "Alrighty then, let's have a look at you", and began to approached him,
the young man suddenly tensed as though he were about to seize up in spasm.
   His body was about as stiff as a cedar tree when she was up close to
him, while checking his neck with her fingers and gently feeling the points
between his arms.  Ivana always liked this part of her exam.  She drew a
silent pleasure from feeling like a full fledged doctor in those moments.
The young man refused to budge an inch, like a little boy in the face of a
hissing cobra, he was frozen in place whenever Ivana drew too close or laid
a finger on him.  Her touch was gentle, steady and carefully guided along
his neck, ears and shoulders.  This only served to jostle two reactions
from him; stillness or a nervous twitch.  In the latter part of her exam,
it began to actually annoy Ivana, for the young man's motions went against
every instance or necessary reaction that she needed.
   He'd refuse to move when she needed him to move, his nervousness around
the buxom nurse making a check of his reflexes a nightmare.  And he would
fidget and half-flail whenever she needed him motionless, his knees bucking
and kicking like a frightened horse before she could even near him with her
reflex hammer.  He became jittery when Ivana leaned in close to his ears in
an attempt to search his eardrums.  It was like chasing a rabbit in a wide
open field.  And his fear of looking Ivana in the eye made checking his own
all but impossible.
   "Mr.  Walton, you're going to have to relax.  None of this is going to
hurt, so if you could please stop fidgeting."
   The boy muttered an apology, but only lilted into a momentary stillness
before he began to jerk and twitch away from her.  No wonder he's not
having sex, Ivana thought.  If he's this scared around women with their
clothes on, I can only imagine.  When Ivana finally asked for him to drop
his pants, she'd have sworn the young man was about to faint.  She assured
him that everything was fine, and that noone but them would know about what
transpired in the confines of her office.
   It took several minutes, but eventually she was able to calm the young
patient into undoing the buttons of his pants and dropping them to the
floor.  His tight white underwear seemed to match his pale skin, and Ivana
silently noticed herself preparing to be disappointed.  When the young
man's briefs fell to the floor, Ivana put on her best 'neutral' face, one
that did not convey judgment or any sort of real emotional response to the
young white man's unveiling of himself to her.
   "Ooook..." She said while jotting notes and adjusting her white gloves.
   She approached him with the measuring tape, and her approached caused
him and his manhood to visably recoil from her.  The head of his penis
retreating into itself as she neared it.
   "Its alright Mr.Walton.  No need to be nervous, I'm just going to
measure you.  It won't take a second."
   Dale gulped, causing his pronounced adam's apple to bob up and down in
his throat.  She slightly kneeled and aligned the measuring tape along
Dale's manhood.  To get a proper length she tilted the device upward so as
to get the full estimation.
   "Alight Mr.Walton, just go ahead a lift it up for me really quick so I
can get the right measurement."
   He did, and she measured, her response restricted to a curious,
   "Hmmm-hmm."
   Again, he gulped.  She set the measuring tape down, jotted her notes,
and then looked to Dale again.
   "Alrighty, why don't you go ahead and get yourself erect." At that, Dale
went a deathly pale.
   "W-well I...I" he stammered.
   Oh for Pete's sake!, Ivana thought, Men.  Can't get them to leave their
dicks alone at home, but put em in front of a woman and all of sudden...
   "I'll go ahead and turn my back while you get yourself ready, K?"
   Ivana turned her back to the young man.  She heard him rustling and
light muttering to himself, the fringe mumble of a curse word or two, as
though he were arguing with his member, bickering and bargaining with it in
order to wake it up.  A few prolonged minutes later, she heard Dale
nervously say,
   "O-Ok, ready..."
   She turned, and again immediately dawned her 'no-judgement' face.  She
quickly approached with the measuring tape, jotted her findings down on her
clip board, and gave Dale her warmest feigned smile.
   "Alrighty Mr.Walton, thank you so much.  You can go ahead and get your
pants back on now."
   Dale scrambled clothing himself once again, and as Ivana shed her white
gloves and wrote some finalizing notes down, the young man stammered a
finalizing question;
   "Well...how'd I do?"
   Ivana looked at him for a moment.
   "Well" she began, making sure her voice was linear and without contempt,
   "This exam isn't something you're judged on Mr.Walton.  You don't pass
or fail.
   I'm just documenting what I find.  But, from a physician's stance,
you're a very healthy young man.  I'd perhaps recommend a bit more sleep
and perhaps a bit less caffeine for the sake of your nerves, but all in
all, you're in tip--top shape."
   This summoned a smile of elation in the young blond man's slim face that
Ivana might as well have told him "That was GREAT!  You've got the biggest
cock I've ever seen!  Congratulations!" He released a slight nervous laugh,
interpreting what he would from the dark haired nurses statement.
   "Awww, jeez.  Well...thanks."
   Ivana smile, a upturn on her beautiful lips that crept nowhere near her
eyes.  As Dale collected himself and headed for the door in his departure,
he waved to Ivana, and she waved back.
   "You can go on ahead and use my name in your study if you like Nurse
Swallows!" Dale said jovially.
   "It's all confidential, but thank you all the same dear." she replied.
   When the door closed behind him after the respective exchange of thank
you's and goodbyes were swapped, his tall lanky silhouette showing and then
disappearing from the front of her office door, Ivana let out a giant sigh.
Whether it was one of relief or disappointed, Ivana did not know if it was
one, the other, or perhaps an aggregation of the two.  She complimented
herself on how she was able to leave exams on such good notes with her
subjects.  As she went back to her desk to couple her most recent notes
with the others, she observed the last bit of info she'd added to her
findings.
   - Subject; 19 yo/ Male.
   - Name: Walton, Dale.
   - Height: 6'1"
   - Weight; 156lbs
   - Race; Caucasian
   Male organ measurements;
   - Flaccid; 2.5"
   - Erect; 3.5"
   Size placement; TBD (early estimates rate as below average/lower
percentile).
   Another sigh escaped Ivana's lungs, her heavy round chest motioning up
and down.  No one said the truth would be easily won, she thought.  Her
most recent patient did not bring her any relief or assurance that Jenny's
claims were false.  But that was alright, these things were bound to come
up during the course of her study.  In her heart and mind she knew Dale's
less than stellar endowments consisted of only one out what would be dozens
of patients.  She'd find a balance in size in her future patients, of this
she was certain.  And - she was equally certain - there would be a black
penis among the multiple that was just as unimpressive as Dale's that would
even out the numbers.
   She nodded her head at this thought...and then suddenly had to shake the
image of Samson West from her head.  There was no comparison to be made
between Dale and the West boy.  Measuring the tiny pale white thing
belonging to the Walton boy against that huge black monstrosity that Ivana
knew - from an up close and personal experience - dangled between the West
boy's legs.
   One or two anomallies are to be expected Ivana thought, nothing more,
shaking the memory of Samson's giant cock head brushing against the back of
her throat, and wondering comparatively estimating how the Walton boy's
cock would barely make it passed her lips.  Ivana warned herself against
generalizing.  West and the brute from the video were exceptions, not the
average she reminded herself.  Dicks that big couldn't be the norm among
blacks in town.  How would black women even take it all, she pondered, and
teased for the slightest moment the sensation of having something that
large and hard and dark penetrating her soft tight white gash.  Get your
head out of the gutter and get real Ivy!  she scolded herself.
   That dribble that Jenny was trying to push on her and their friends was
just that, dribble.  Untrue and unfounded.  Ivana would prove this, and
she'd put that blonde bitch in her place once and for all.  Her efforted
realigned, Ivana looked over to the black office phone sitting at her left.
She pushed one of its buttons and her the sudden beep on the speaker as it
dialed one of the other lines in the school.
   "Ms.  Murdock!" Ivana said, her voice booming as though about to make a
   command.  A shaky old woman's voice replied from the speaker.
   "Yes Nurse Swallows?"
   "I'm ready for another patient.  This one African-American if you'll
please."
   Ivana had to half-check her tone of voice, noting that her request
sounded more like she was ordering off the menu of a fast-food restaurant.
It took a moment before the old secretary gave a reply.
   "Oh, alright then.  I'll send him to you now."
   "Thank you dear!" said Ivana before closing the line.
   The cold steely look of determination on her beautiful face was dawned
like a war-mask.  She replayed the mantra in her head as she rose from her
seat and prepared for her next patient.
   We're gonna get to the bottom of this!
   To be continued.
   
  
Ch 5 Code Black- Ivana Swallows story