A VISIT TO MY DOCTOR

Episode2

I lay in bed for a while. I was stunned at the reality of that dream. I hesitantly reached down to my groin to investigate what I was sure had happened. Suspicions confirmed. I had my first wet dream in over thirty years. I slipped out of bed to get a towel to clean myself and the puddle of cum I left on the sheet. My wife was sound asleep, oblivious to anything and everything.
It was about the right time for me to be getting out of bed, so I hit the shower and got my day started. I could not get the dream out of my mind, though. I knew it wasn't anything to get worked up about. I have never heard of a doctor jacking a patient, or even asking them to jack themselves for the doctor. Realizing it was Saturday, and being that I wrote stories for a couple free story sites on the web, I decided to write one based upon the dream.
I sat at my computer and wrote what I thought was a pretty good story. It took me nearly the whole day, with times out for bathroom breaks and meals. Around midnight, I had the story finished and proof-read. Once I had it submitted to my two favorite sites, I shut everything down and headed for bed. I slept like a baby, and dreamed my normal array of strange dreams. I had a real appointment with Dr. Paul Monday morning. I was kind of looking forward to it, but also dreading it. What if she caught me staring at her goodies? What if she saw something other than professional distance in my eyes? I had to put that out of my mind. After all, she is a young doctor, and I am an old slob of a man. It didn't take me long to convince myself, I was not what she could ever be looking for and that what I experienced was nothing more than a dream. A dream that will not be realized.
Sunday was a do nothing day, to some extent. I started another story. It was one that I had been working out in my head for quick a while. I was not really in the mood for writing, so the words came hard and didn't make much sense once I had them down. I gave up and went for a walk around my corner of our little town. When I got back, I watched a couple movies with the family. The thought of that dream popped up several times. I tried to distract myself with limited success. Soon enough, it was time for bed. I wanted to go to bed early so I could get up early. My appointment with Dr. Paul was at 8:30, and I wanted a chance to shower.
I woke well before the alarm the next morning. I went through my daily morning routine, then goofed around on my computer until it was time to go for my appointment.
My appointment went pretty much as I had expected. Dr. Paul gave me the textbook speech about how I should be watching my weight more. Somewhere near the middle of the conversation, she did slip up and called me 'Honey.' When I went in to see the phlebotomist, I did not make a wisecrack about Dr. Paul calling me 'Honey'. And of course, she did not jack me off, nor did she offer such.
Two weeks had passed since my appointment with Dr. Paul. I hadn't heard anything concerning my test results, so I came to the conclusion that no news was good news. The Wednesday morning of that week, I got a call from Dr. Paul. I was shocked when it was her on the other end of the line. Any other time I got a call from her office, one of the nurses made the call. “Hello,” I said when I picked up the phone.
“Is this Glen?” the voice asked.
“Yes,” I answered.
“Hi, Glen this is Amy Paul. I need a few minutes to speak with you. Can you come by the office Friday afternoon?”

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