Chapter 4: Exposed
"When did you discover that you're getting old?" Jim asked. That was the questioned floated out at our monthly poker game. My neighbor, Jim, had complained that the bagger at the grocer store had called him "Mr. Johnson" and Jim had wanted to say, "That's my father's name". We laughed. Bob said he accepted that he was old when all of the hair on his head went gray. John piped up with "At least you still have hair," as he removed his baseball cap revealing his glistening chrome dome.
Later that night, I told my wife, Elizabeth, about that conversation. I said, "I knew I must be getting old when I no longer could judge the ages of young women. Last week I had lunch with Jim at Bennigan's. He and I ordered a beer, which the young waitress brought. We had an argument over whether what she had done was legal. I told him I knew for a fact that you have to be over twenty-one years old to serve beer in Virginia and that our waitress could not be more than eighteen. Jim called her over and asked the waitress her age to settle our bet. She was 21 and a senior at the University of Richmond. I couldn't believe it!"
Elizabeth said, "I know what you mean. I'm beginning to feel old too. I no longer am the youngest person on the project teams at work. But what really cinched it for me was our new doctors. When you changed jobs and we joined the HMO, I signed up with a local practice. The male doctor in the group had been in practice for only one year. Christ! He looks like Doogie Houser! No way was I going to take my clothes off in front of that kid so I sign us up with the women doctor. I only felt slightly more comfortable with her because she was all of twenty nine."
We both had a good laugh and went to bed.
Elizabeth said, "What's that on your leg?"
"What?" Mason answered his mind still focused on the ballgame on television.
"There," she pointed, "that mole doesn't look right. I don't like the texture or the color. You need to go to the doctor.
"It's nothing."
"I'm not having you die of cancer and leaving me with this big mortgage. You get an appointment this week, you hear?"
"All right, all right, if it will make you happy," Mason said. To himself he added, "and give me some peace because if you're not happy, I'll never hear the end of it."
Mason called and got an appointment the next afternoon with Dr. Jennifer. Mason thought "Great, now I have to go pull my pants down in front of the young doctor." On second thought, was that really a burden? The more he thought about it, it did have possibilities. He had been to see the Doctor once last year when he had had a mild case of welder's flash. It had hurt like hell, but she assured him that no permanent damage had been done to his eyes. They were just sunburned.
As he recalled, Dr. Jennifer was a pretty little brunette, about five foot, 2 inches tall, with striking blue eyes and shoulder length dark brown hair. At the time she was pregnant with her first child and she had shockingly large tits for such a small frame. Going to the doctor for any reason is never fun, but considering that it had been over fifteen years since he had taken his clothes off in front of a woman in her twenties, the day wouldn't be a total loss. Why not have some fun flashing and maybe even rattling the doctor?
Later that night, Mason got the scissors out and trimmed his shaggy pubic hairs. Elizabeth walked into the bathroom and caught him and asked, "What are you doing?"
"Oh, nothing. Just getting my annual summer haircut."
"Right," she said as she smiled and shook her head. To herself she said, "That old fool, why is he really doing that? It must be the doctor's appointment, but she isn't going to see his dick...unless he wants her to. I bet he's planning to have a little fun with that young thing." Elizabeth wondered whether should she put a stop to this or let him have his fun? Well, she knew Mason was harmless. Maybe she could even join in the game and she and Mason could laugh about it later?
Elizabeth wasn't attracted to women so she wasn't looking for a thrill for herself, but she was open to doing something that would excite Mason. Elizabeth thought, "Mason loves my tits so I'm on solid ground if the story involves them. The other day he told Charlotte and me that the hottest thing he had ever experienced was the day I touched myself while we were have sex. I wonder if he would like a story about Dr. Jennifer's thorough examination of my breasts." She laughed that should guarantee a firm hard-on and some passionate sex. She called the doctor's office and made an appointment.
Mason had begun to look forward to his appointment. The mole in question was high and on the front of his right thigh, so he figured they would have him take his pants and underwear off. If they were going to make him get naked couldn't he decide which parts were to be on display? Certainly this visit would be more fun than turning and coughing for old Dr. Samuels. Mason made a note to wear one of his newer pair of boxer shorts.
Mason arrived a few minutes early for his 4:20 appointment. He paid his co-pay, filled out some paperwork updating his file and settled in waiting to be called back. Utt-oo, what was Elizabeth doing walking into the waiting room? Do she know something was up?
Elizabeth sat down beside him and said, "I'm really glad you are having this looked at."
"Ah, it's nice of you to meet me here. Do you want to come in with me?"
"No, you're a big boy. I've had a pain of my own for a couple of days that I want Jennifer to check out. I've got the appointment right after you. I'll meet you at home and we can compare results."
Before Mason had a chance to ask his wife what was bothering her, the nursing assistant came out to get him. "Okay, I'll meet you back at the house," he said. The assistant weighed him and confirmed why he was there today and led him to the examination room. She reached in a cabinet and pulled out a paper coverall and said, "Please remove all your lower clothing. You can put this on. The doctor will be in to see you in a minute." She handed Mason the paper and exited the room closing the door behind her.
Mason sat down and removed his shoes and socks. "Well, all is going as planned," he said to himself. He took off his pants and boxers and decided to go the full monty and took his shirt off too. He looked at the paper coverall. At first, he thought it was one of those paper hospital gowns that were open in the back. But it really was only a folded sheet of paper. It had been folded in half and then twice more, so when opened up it was about 18 inches by 30 inches. It wasn't long enough to wrap around his waist like a towel; so Mason decided to keep it folded up and hold it on his lap. It covered his privates, but could be easily moved to expose himself whenever he wanted.
