The next few days, things were normal. The days were getting warmer and Karen and Josh were spending more and more time outside. She would work by the pool and he would wade or do his exercises or read his homework. After supper they would shower together, then watch TV. Karen would feed him snacks and then they'd call it a night. In the showers she would feel his arousal, but he never got that hard and so Karen left well enough alone; if he had a need it was up to her to fulfill that need, but she wasn't about to volunteer.
So things went for a few days, but Karen knew that the time was approaching. His anxiety level was up a little. He got quickly frustrated with his homework, and he would make silly comments about the shows. It had been a week since she had brought him home, and so that next day found the two at the clinic so that his doctor could examine him and could get his bandages changed. They both wore comfortable jeans and tee-shirts.
In the waiting room she leafed through a magazine, but she couldn't shake the feeling that there was something odd about the clinic. It took her a while to realize that it was staffed by women. From the receptionist to the aids, to the x-ray techs, to the nurses they were all women. And perhaps because it was spring, or perhaps it was just her imagination, but Karen saw that women were not just good looking, but those colorful scrubs they wore seemed to fit just a bit snug. Buns jiggled, breasts bounced and swayed and everyone seemed so bubbly. And so it was that when one of the cuter little aids led Josh to the conference room, and Karen saw that look in the boy's eyes, she thought about what to expect that night in the shower. The aid called her to the conference room.
There Josh sat with a look that only a mother could understand. The doctor was an older woman, but she was still so very fine looking. She wore an open lab coat and the sweater beneath revealed what Karen could only think of as a "healthy cleavage'. She saw Josh keep darting his eyes away.
"Well then," the woman said brightly. "Josh is coming along quite nicely."
She asked them about how they were getting on at home, and Karen described a typical day, omitting the more personal parts.
"I must say, Josh," the MD said nodding. "You should be grateful for a very attentive mother."
"Oh," he almost stammered. "Oh I am."
"And I must also compliment you for being so diligent with your exercises. Your blood-pressure is perfect, and as you know stimulation is necessary, particularly with the smaller capillaries . . ."
She went on a while like that. And when Karen talked about the dry skin the woman said that she had chosen the right course of action, reminding them that the capillaries in the extremities were most important.
