"How's Nate settling in at the college?" Zoe asked as she passed her new friend and neighbor a mug of coffee. Dr Zoe Monroe had been a little shocked when she looked out of her kitchen window to see two huge black men on the lawn just 2 months back. As it turned out those two men were father and son and had just moved into the house right next door.
"He's doing ok I guess. That's kind of why I came by." Tiara Jones replied. Growing up where she did, Zoe had never really had any black friends. Not that she considered herself to be racist in any way, but she had heard stories or other white people in her town giving their opinions on other races, and when she had gotten to know Tiara she couldn't help but notice just how normal and like her, she seemed. The two of them hit it off straight away, gossiping about the other neighbors and these little coffee visits seemed to happen every few days.
"He's just not quite been himself of late. He keeps locking himself away in that room of his for hours on end and seems to be miserable..." Tiara continued.
"Well moving to a new school and town is stressful for anyone. Maybe he is just shy and missing his home," Zoe interjected.
"Trust me. If there is one thing that Nate isn't, then it's shy...Besides, I asked him what was wrong and that he didn't seem himself and told me to just leave him alone and that he was fine. His Dad went to talk to him and he told Jamal that he was just a little depressed or something...Anyway, that's why I came by. I wanted to ask, seeing as you are a doctor and al, if you would maybe have a talk with him?"
"Well, I guess I could see him. But we would need to make it an official appointment at my office. And I have to warn you that I won't be able to discuss anything that Nate tells me with yourself. I take Doctor-Patient privilege very seriously." Zoe said sternly. She didn't normally like taking on friends as patients, but she knew that a new town could be a lonely place and she wanted Tiara and her family to know they weren't alone.
"Of course. It will be enough just to know that he is being taken care of from a professional. Thank you Zoe, you're a good friend! He doesn't normally go to the doctors, but maybe we can get my Husband in for a check-up at some stage too. He's not exactly getting any younger." She added smiling.
"Wel,l I'll sort out an appointment for Nate and give you a call with the details. And maybe we can get that old man of yours in for a routine check-up in a few weeks time. Put your mind to ease." She laughed.
Picturing Jamal, Tiara's husband, Zoe thought the last thing you would consider him to be was old. Sure he was in his mid-forties, like Tiara, and he shaved his head bald and had the odd grey hair in his goatee. But he still had the fresh face and physique of a 20s something bodybuilder. 'He could pass as the 18-year-old Nate's Big Brother' Zoe had thought to herself when they all first got introduced to one and other. One time when the Jones family were out in their yard having a BBQ and enjoying the sun, Zoe couldn't help but stare at the two black men's bodies from her Kitchen window, debating with herself which one of the muscular giants was in better shape. A debate that was cut short when Tiara had seen her at the window and invited her out to join them.
Zoe herself was no slouch in the body department. The 29-year-old had been a keen and talented gymnast in her school days, but the older she got the more curves she started developing. The other gymnasts seemed to stay petite and slim, where Zoe filled out year by year. She kept in great shape, but her 32F-24-35 body on her 5ft 2-inch frame meant she struggled to reach her potential. Finally giving up on her gymnastics dream and shifting her focus to becoming a Physician. A decade later and her strict fitness routine and the fact that she has yet to have any children has meant that her body has remained pretty much in the same incredible shape. Causing her husband to tease her that if they ever hit hard times, it was good to know that they have the fallback of her strippers body to rake in some extra cash.
"Honey I'm Home! Where's my stripper?" Barry shouted, as he always did when he got back.
"In the Kitchen Barry," Zoe replied, embarrassed.
"Stripper?" Laughed Tiara.
"Just a longstanding joke he has," Zoe said, rolling her eyes.
"Don't mind me, I'm just on the way back to make the guys dinner. Thanks again Zoe, I appreciate it. Nice seeing you Barry...enjoy the strip show," Tiara smiled as she made her way out. She wondered what Zoe saw in him. He was a nice man, but he was nothing to look at. Short. Chubby. Thin combed over hair that desperately failed in hiding his bald patch. Thick milk bottle glasses.
In truth, Zoe had found Professor Barry Monroe to be brilliant. He had tutored at her university, and she instantly found him to be highly intelligent, kind and charming. Back ten years ago, he had even had a flat stomach and a full head of hair. It wasn't love at first sight, but with his maturity and stature, she had considered him to be a man amongst boys when she was at college and just 19. The two of them married two years later and had been living reasonably happy and contented lives ever since. Except that no matter what they tried, Zoe couldn't conceive a child. After months of treatment and investigating, they discovered that the problem lay with Barry's low sperm count. They talked about all their options, and in the end, they agreed that they were just going to keep trying until they turned 30 and 40 respectively, and then if they had no luck, they were going to adopt. And with both of them just 1 year away, it seemed more and more likely that they would be adopting.
"Ready to show me that hot body of yours?" Barry teased, as he kissed his wife on the cheek.
"God Barry, you are so embarrassing. What will Tiara think?"
"Oh please, where they come from I'm sure they've seen and heard a lot worse than that!" He retorted.
"Don't start that racist crap again, I warned you about that."
"I'm just teasing. Like you teasing me with that body of yours. Come on...I've got a wallet full of dollar bills," He tickled his wife's sides.
"Dollar bills? You cheeky sod...You better go to the ATM and get some real money, because this girls body is for high-end clients only" She teased back, unbuttoning the top two buttons on her blouse.
"Jesus Zoe, empty the bank accounts just get your ass upstairs." He said, tossing her his wallet and grabbing her by the hand.
Zoe lay frustrated on the bed wondering why she always allows herself to get so worked up. It seemed to her the more she played along with his little stripper talk role playing, the less her husband was able to control himself.
"6.07pm!" She thought to herself, looking at the clock and thinking about how she knew that her husband always got home at 6 pm on the dot each day. "3minutes of talking. 2 minutes to get naked and into bed. 1 minute of 'ecstasy'. And another minute of out of breath sweating and telling me how great I am."
She rolled her eyes in frustration, as her husband lay naked beside her. She couldn't help but notice how his stomach fat made it difficult for her to see his penis these days. "Not that it was ever very big, to begin with," She told herself. She had only ever been intimate with her husband, so had no real comparison when it came to sex, but she had examined many men and couldn't help but notice that a majority of them seemed to be quite a bit longer and plumper than her husband. 'One inappropriate man even got an erection and must have been as big as 6 or 7 inches!' She remembered to herself.
"Not that size matters. It's love that makes it special." She told herself, turning to kiss her husband. "That was great honey" She lied.
"Your four fifteen is here, Doctor." The receptionist said from the doorway.
"Thanks Claire, send him in," Zoe said, keen to get her last appointment done with so she could get home.
"Hi Nate, please close the door behind you and come and take a seat," She smiled as the giant man walked into her office. Nate Jones might have only been 18 years old, but he certainly wasn't built like no kid. He was tall at 6ft 3, but it was his physique that stood out the most about. The Linebacker for the local University, he was built like a bodybuilder. He wasn't too unpleasant to look at either, Zoe thought, scanning his face and noticing that he looked nervous.
