I'm working away in my office when the phone rings. I know from the ring-tone that it is my lovely wife. I pick up the phone and say,
"Hey! What's up?"
"Well - I noticed some spots on your back the other night that worry me a bit so I scheduled a dermatologist to come give you an exam in your office this afternoon. The doctor will be there at 2 o'clock."
"What kind of spots?"
"I gotta go. Love you!"
"OK. I love you, too."
I've got to tell you - I am NOT happy about this. Not only am I more than a little worried about the "spots" but I DO NOT LIKE DOCTORS! I can't stand the thought of a balding, paunchy old dude that smells of Vicks and rubbing alcohol pawing me. I work alone in an office behind the house so at least I won't be humiliated in front of a bunch of other employees.
The morning ticks by slowly - but not slowly enough. Before I know it the clock shows 2:00 and there is a knock on my door.
I open the door, resigned to my misery, to a surprising sight. A very attractive lady is there looking up at me with dark green eyes. She has soft, curly hair that is tied up on the top of her head and held in place with a pencil. She's wearing green medical "scrubs", has a stethoscope around her neck and is holding a small bag and an iPad.
"Hello! I'm Doctor Kressmi."
I smile and reply, "Caress me?"
"No." She looks at me sternly, like I'm a four-year-old child. "Kressmi. DOCTOR Kressmi. Your wife scheduled an appointment."
Feeling like a complete idiot I stand aside and let her in the office. Like she's never heard THAT stupid joke before. What a dolt I am.
She places her bag on the table, puts on a pair of reading glasses and starts tapping on her iPad.
"Please sit."
"Yes, ma'am."
While walking slowly around my chair she begins to ask me all the standard medical questions: Name, birthday, medical history, medications, family history, etc. all the while taping on her iPad and glancing at me over the glasses perched on the end of her tiny nose.
I try to keep my thoughts professional but she is SO CUTE!
Finally she stops circling me and says, "Please take off your shirt and pants."
Of course I comply and sit back down in my underwear. There are few things more emasculating than sitting, nearly naked, in front of a beautiful woman but a man has to do what a man has to do.
"Please lean forward."
I scoot up in the office chair and lean forward a bit so she can inspect my back. I feel her cool fingers lightly brush my skin and it sends jolts of electricity through my body. Blood starts to rush to my groin and I think, "Oh, no. Not now..."
She continues to inspect my back, every once in a while stopping to tap on her iPad. I hear her breathe and a quiet "Hmmm...." every few seconds.
Her fingers find their way to my head as she feels the skin on my neck, behind my ears and under the back of my hairline. Her fingernails lightly scratch my scalp as she inspects the top and sides of my head. She gently turns my head to get a better look.
"Please lean back."