A Horrible Diagnosis Spawns Adventures

Part One: Before She Dies

After seeing the movie trailer for 'The Bucket List', the girls in the office discussed what they wanted to do before they died. Each had a long list. All except Mary. Today she would complete her list. She hoped.

She had already sky dived, snorkeled in Florida, hiked in the Rockies. She had been to Rome, Paris and Cairo. She had stood on the steps of the Parthenon, had been to the Wailing Wall. She had walked the moors in England and had done a walk about in Australia.

She had met people from all over the world, had been in nearly every type of place of worship, and had seen great works of art and architecture.

(She had also experimented sexually with men. And women. But this information, she kept to herself.)

Her co-workers were amazed. What was she doing in this office? Was she independently wealthy? What could she possibly have left to accomplish? A dozen pair of eyes looked at her with interest and curiosity. Mary just smiled sadly and turned away. A dozen disappointed faces watched her leave.

Mary couldn't tell them that she had done those things because of a terrible diagnosis. She had been told that she was dying. Her ex-husband had been no comfort. She didn't have any children. She was alone with her pain and her fear.

Her life before the diagnosis had been boring, safe and completely unsatisfying. She had been without sex for three years. She never dated, unwilling to get close to anyone for fear of being hurt again. She didn't even have a cat - the whole 'cat lady' stereotype was just too much for her.

She had been called pretty, but didn't bother to help herself in that area either - no makeup, dull clothes, her hair hung straight and limp.

The closest she came to having a sex life was vicariously on a sex site - reading the stories and the blogs and conversing with people from around the globe.

So she had turned to her blogging buddies and asked for prayers and support. It came pouring in with sympathy, humor, well-wishes, and advice.

One comment touched her though. He had never commented before. He wasn't a watcher. He had just stumbled onto her blog literally his first week on site.

"So, what are you doing tomorrow?", DomMike4U asked.

She had absolutely no answer for that. What was she going to do? She wrote to him privately and asked if he had any suggestions. Boy, did he!

She cashed in her savings, her IRA's and 401K's, her life insurance policy, took a leave of absence from work and each week she did something new. First on her list was a visit to a day spa - hair, nails, facial, make up. Next an upscale clothing boutique. Anyone who knew her would never have recognized her. She was glowing, beautiful and had never felt better about herself. The lift in her spirits was phenomenal. Her doctor had been impressed with her willingness to live life fully. She confided in him about her 'friend' and he encouraged her to continue what she was doing, but to be careful.

DomMike4U always had new ideas, suggestions. And she did them all. Traveling, exploring, even the sexual exploits had been at his behest. She had teased him that he was a voyeur and he had found that amusing. "You and I will discuss my personal preferences sometime. But for now, this is all about you."

After six months, she went back to her doctor for a recheck. She sure didn't FEEL like she was dying. She felt better than she had in her entire life. She had done everything on her list and had returned to work. Her original position had been reassigned so she transfered to the downtown office - which is why none of the girls had known about the last six months.

So now she sat in Dr. Robbs' office, waiting for the results of her tests. Her blogging buddy had only one more suggestion. She wasn't sure how to go about it and wanted her test results to be sure she was even healthy enough for this newest adventure. The more she thought about it, the more she wanted it. If she got the news she hoped for, she would follow through tonight. The more she thought about it though, whatever he told her, it really wouldn't matter. She was going to follow her heart.

His final suggestion had been to meet him at the Radisson, room 1122, at 7:00 with the intent of an evening of romance, dinner with candles, soft music, and hot sex. The kinkier kind. The limits of her personal boundaries - total submission to experience a new level of sensuality. To give herself completely to another person and in doing so, find herself.

At first she had pulled back from the idea. She didn't think she was ready for that kind of experience. His response had been to remind her that she had already jumped out of a plane, how much worse could meeting him be? She had laughed and told him fine, she'd think it over.

Dr. Robbs walked into the office, holding her chart. Greeting her warmly, he told her he had very good news. She appeared to be in remission! Apparently, her increased activity and more varied diet combined with the meds had all worked. Of course, her attitude had been immensely important and he hoped that no matter what, she would continue to enjoy life, just as if she were going to die tomorrow.

Her heart and spirit soared! She was going to live! And that living was going to start tonight at 7:00. Yes, she was keeping that date if for no other reason than to thank the man that had quite literally saved her life.

At 7:00, Mary knocked on the door to room 1122. When the door opened, she felt her knees buckle and was caught in strong arms. She couldn't believe her eyes and couldn't speak. So he took the opportunity to kiss her.

The kiss was passionate, warm and sexy as hell. His hands explored her body, possessively brushing her breasts, back, hips, ass and finally cupping her sex. He pressed his erection into her hip so that she would feel her effect on him.

When he finally released her, she was moist, short of breath and nearly faint with desire. She stepped into the room, turned to him and said, "I'm ready."

With that, Dr. Michael Robbs, her blogging buddy, closed the door, smiled and took her into his arms. "Oh, yes you are. Now, let's discuss my preferences..."

THE END?

Nah! Of course there's a Sequel!

Enjoy "The Doctor is 'IN'"