It isn't easy to write about this, but I have to get it off of my chest and there is no one I trust to tell. So this is the only way to get it off of my chest.
About a month ago, I came down with this terrible cough. I tried all of the traditional medications that one can find over the counter, but none of them seemed to relieve the tickle in my throat.
Finally, after a month of hacking and coughing I decided to go see a new specialist in town that everyone I talked with recommended. His name was Dr. Jonathan Goody. I called his office to see how long it would take for me to get an appointment and was surprised when his receptionist told me that he had an opening the following day.
"If you can get here for two o'clock, then he will be able to take you right away," she said in a very pleasant voice.
"Yes, I can make that, I'm sure," I choked out as my throat began to tickle once more.
I counted the hours after I woke and as soon as the clock hit one-thirty, I headed for the doctor's office.
The waiting room was crowded. I thought 'I'll never get in at two.'
I found an empty chair and grabbed a magazine to lull my mind for the long wait. I had just finished an article on women's sexuality when my name was called.
I looked around and half of the people waiting when I arrived were gone. Shocked, I rose to my feet and headed for the pretty nurse waiting for me.
As I walked, I had another hacking spell that wracked my body.
Nurse Missy took me to the open room and asked me to please take off everything except my underwear.
"I only have a cold," I explained.
"Yes, I know sweetie, but you're a new patient and Dr. Goody always does a full physical on new patients." she smiled and walked out of the tiny room.
The room was brightly painted in purples, pinks and blues. Looking at the ceiling, I saw big fluffy clouds floating there.
Within what seemed minutes, a tall, very good looking man in a white medical jacket walked into the room with a bright white smile on his face.
"Ms Evans?" he asked.
"Yes, that's me," I responded.
"I'm sorry for making you wait so long; what seems to have brought you here today?" his smile was blinding and he was really good looking. I became somewhat aroused.
Choking I managed to tell him about the lingering cough that I just couldn't seem to get rid of.
"Are you married?" he asked.
"No, I'm not, but what would that have to do with my cough?" I responded.
"Do you have a boy friend?" he asked.
Again, I told him no.
"Please don't take me wrong with this next question, there is a purpose to my questions. Do you masturbate on a regular basis?"
Shocked, I shook my head and answered, "No, not really," I replied.
"Okay, lay back, get comfortable and trust me. I am after all a doctor. And believe it or not, I know exactly what is wrong with you.
I lay back on the tiny pillow. I was very nervous. I knew how vulnerable I was laying there. I closed my eyes and willed myself to follow his instructions.
Then I felt his stethoscope on my bare breast as he checked my chest for congestion. It was cold and a chill ran down my spine.
"Cough for me please," his tone was low.
I did as I was told.
"Please turn over on your stomach," he spoke very softly.
I followed his instructions.
He listened to my back and tapped on it with some kind of instrument. Then told me to roll back over.
"Please sit up and open your mouth," he instructed.
I followed his instructions and he looked down my throat. "Just what I thought, you haven't been taking care of yourself. But I have the perfect remedy for that. Now lay on you side facing me."
