They say that life can be full of surprises and thus it should have come as no great surprise to Mary that her life was to change so dramatically. This was not the case though for as the events unfolded Mary found she was as shocked as she was excited by the whole affair.
For the longest time Mary's life had been routine. She had married very young and although her husband was there physically the spark had long since gone. Oh don't get me wrong now; they were still close, and still made love on occasion, but even in those rare occasions the act was more mechanical than passion filled. Had you asked Mary she would have denied this though, for even she had no idea there was something lacking, and thus our story unfolds.
Sliding her stockings up each leg Mary looks at the imagine within the mirror. Mmmm I still have nice legs she thinks, although stocking perhaps are a bit old fashioned. She turns slightly admiring the curves of her calves then rises up on her toes as though in heels. No... they are still nice she thinks. She remembers back to the time she was first dating her husband oh how he loved stockings, the feel, the look, and the passion they inspired. She remembered how he caressed her legs in the back seat of her parents car on a trip one day, how naughty, and exciting it felt, and then she wished he were here now to quench the desires those thoughts brought forth. It had been months now since they had last made love and Mary's body begged for a little passion.
Pushing that thought aside though Mary goes to her closet and takes out a long grey dress which she then puts on. Again she looks in the mirror, turning this way, and that, then goes to her dresser to retrieve a slip. Although the dress was grey Mary still detected the shadow of her legs visible beneath within the bright morning sun. After donning the slip Mary again checked her image, and this time she seemed suitably satisfied for she then turned to her make-up and began applying it.
An hour later Mary arrived at Dr. Schmidt's office. He was nice as doctors go, but still she never enjoyed these annual physicals, and having to go to a doctor always made her uneasy. Exiting her car Mary couldn't help but notice that Dr. Schmidt's parking spot was empty; oh great she thought he is running late and I'll have to wait. Suddenly a bright red convertible pulls into the lot and parks in that very spot.
Hey!!! you can't park there, Mary shouts, that's the doctors spot.
Oh I know, replies the tall greying man who begins to exit, I am the doctor.
No your not, Mary quickly responds, I know Dr. Schmidt and your not him.
Smiling the man says, Oh!!! you must be a patient! Your right, I am not Dr. Schmidt, I am Dr. Brown. I have taken over his practice for a while, and I believe you have an appointment with me?
Stunned by this new Mary checks out the man before her. He is tall greying with a full beard and steely hazel eyes. Those eyes seem to take in her whole body as though there were no clothes present, and yet they had a certain sparkle which held her gaze and calmed her fears. His smile is warm and inviting, and his general features appeared carved as if by a sculptor. All in all he was quite handsome. Adding to this picture was the man's choice of dress, for instead of a smart business suit he wore black casual/dress slacks, a fiery red silk shirt, and a black leather blazer. The attire did little to hide the obvious muscular form beneath, and as he moved Mary caught scent of his sweet, sexy, cologne.
Mary is not sure if it was due to the fact that she had to find out her doctor had turned over his practice without informing the patients, or perhaps it was the fact that she actually found this man quite handsome, but in any case she was lost in thought until Dr. Brown moved forward and took her by the arm. Socked out of her reverie Mary looked down at the hand and arm leading her on. The grip was firm and yet not painful, and it struck her that somehow this was not appropriate but before she could voice her thoughts Dr. Brown spoke.
Not to criticize my fellow professionals but don't you think it is wrong not to inform your patients of such a change, he asks
Umm, yeah Mary responds I was just thinking the same thing.
I have had so many problems with this change since I took over, he continues, that I would understand if you want to cancel today. After all patients should feel comfortable with their doctor and not be afraid to tell them anything.
Listening to his words Mary responds, no that's ok I may as well get this over with. So tell me what happened?
Oh it is a long story he begins, basically Dr. Schmidt and I studied together in med school and recently he was asked to do a symposium on specialization vs general practicioning. Well it was a once in a lifetime opportunity so he called me to see if I could take over, but once I came by I found his methods didn't coincide with mine so I opened my office upstairs from his. One of the things I found out too late was that Dr. Schmidt did not inform his patients as he had promised to do, and although I understand he was preoccupied I still felt it was a necessity. Now his receptionist is directing patients to my office, and re-doing all the patient files to my satisfaction. Unfortunately this has not allowed us the opportunity to contact the various patients to advise them of the change and I must treat each patient as though this were their first visit ever.
After escorting you through the doors Dr. Brown pushes the button for the elevator, then turns to smile once again at you. Excuse me he says but I don't remember your name...
Oh I'm sorry, she responds, its Mary, Mary Jane.
