My handsome dad, sitting in his usual perch on the comfy corner chair, quizzed her gently about his role play skills. Now I had no idea at 20 what role play skills were and only learned the truth later on. But mum assured my dad that dear Doc Filbert was a master at role playing and enjoyed it often on weekends at his home just up along the north shore from Boston.
Mmm, I mused to myself. A doctor who worked just at weekends from his home...how truly strange for 1973! Very odd indeed!
Mum seemed almost pushy with dad about going for this "special" check-up. She nearly insisted right then and there. My dad, being very easy going, said if it would make her happy then he'd go. Mum thanked him and said she'd already set it up for this coming Saturday and she had some directions to his home all written out. She knew he'd go! She knew he'd not ever say no. Dad asked if she would be going along and she said she had a shopping date with a few other local ladies. But she assured him that she'd get a full report from the doctor after the appointment. She ended by saying she'd lay out the exact clothes for him to wear on Saturday.
In a moment mum came dancing through the dining room off to make sure our meal was on time and to scold me for having a mess on the dining table.
I cleared up while mum directed the housekeeper; who only stayed until the evening meal was served and cleaned up. I took my time and moved into dad who sat reading the paper, those hot socked feet propped on the footstool as normal.
I asked dad if he were sick. He looked at me, smiled and said, "Have you been listening again? You are becoming a great undercover spy!" If dad only knew how true those words were!
He assured me that Doctor Filbert was just a routine check-up. A friend of mum's. Nothing to worry about. I was just a worry wart he guaranteed me.
I often went along to our local doctor's office with either mum or dad and so I said, "OK, I'll go along with you. To keep you company."
Dad looked a bit perplexed and sort of smiled. He said kindly it was not necessary, not one bit.
I said I was coming along. I could be just as bitchy as mum was.
Dad looked uncertain and said he'd get back to me but maybe I could wait in the car while he went in. I was happy with that, the question was, and would mum be happy with that.
After dinner while mum helped see off the housekeeper at the back door, dad went to the front room for a bit of TV before his usual observed bath. He sent me off to fetch some item or another from upstairs while he chatted with mum about my coming along with him.
After mum came back in to the room, I stood atop the stairs and listened as dad confessed my eavesdropping and how I wanted to come along.
Mum blew a gasket. She said I should mind my own bloody business and it was not something that I had any need of knowing about. Dad assured her I'd just go along for the ride and not even leave the car.
Mum barked that the doctor might not be that quick, it might be an hour or more. It was up to him and he was in charge. And Candy, me, would just sit and twiddle her fingers? Mum seemed unconvinced. Dad said the doctor would have a provision for privacy for his examinations, no doubt and I could wait in the waiting area and read a magazine or two.
Mum said he may not have a waiting room, she dare not ask him since he might call the whole exam off. She warned my dad that I must stay in the car or in a room that was of the doctor's choosing but she'd have a word with me about eavesdropping and being in other people's private business.
Well, I won. I would have to find out more about dad's medical condition by being a bit of a stealth queen while either in the car or left in a waiting room. Either way, I wanted to know what was happening to my dad and I'd sure as hell find out!
My mother never did have a chat with me about eavesdropping. If she knew then what she found out before her death years later, she'd have been shocked! The real voyeur stealth queen in me was blooming and my craft was being perfected day by day.
The morning of the day of the doctor visit arrived and I was prepared. I was going to get to the bottom of this strange arrangement and figure out why mum had been so insistent about it all.
The day began as a typical lazy Saturday with breakfast made by me and mum and dad waltzing around in just some baggy PJ bottoms and nothing else. I knew he and mum wore no underwear or PJ's in bed, they liked it all skin under the duvet covers. I was busy flipping pancakes and saw dad wander to the table by the kitchen window, no housekeeper today, just us. Mum was making coffee.
Dad's tool swung beneath the silky PJ bottoms behind the fly slit. I did see it peep out like a flesh club from time to time as he walked. It was just a little peek-a-boo. But always a joy for me and I am sure mum as well. She liked dad as scantily dressed as possible.
His bare well formed chest glowed in the early sunlit space and showed off those delightful rusty red ringlets that covered, ever so gently, his chest and grew a touch thicker around each pert man-nip. His reddish blonde hair a mess! A necessary comb was late in coming but that endearing twinkle in his sexy green eyes made mum forgive his unkempt morning state.
