Shower girl
Gym girl gets extra special telemedicine exam.
Chapter 1
This is a (COVID-19) related story and is partially fictional. So, don't freak-out, its virus free and non-contagious.
Like other parts of the country, I am on self-quarantine, everything of interest is closed until who know when. I discovered first-hand the disruption to normal living when I finally had to go out for groceries.
When I arrived at the grocery store, there was a small line waiting to get in. Yes, they were limiting the number of patrons so they could keep social distancing. The line moved fairly well, one out, one in. Fortunately, people were just getting necessities and getting out.
Once inside, I noticed a young woman from the gym who usually exercises on the elliptical machine in front of me. She usually comes in with her husband, a military guy. I can't say we actually know other; over the year we may have spoken to each other a handful of times.
A week before the gym closed, I noticed that her husband wasn't with her. I asked, and she said they deployed him for a while, so she would come solo for a while. About the only other thing I knew about her was her name was Janene and she was a grade school teacher and wasn't from this area. Not that I didn't want to get more information, but she didn't open up much.
Janene waved at me from the produce department, I did the customary wave back and continued shopping. She checked out before me, so surprised me when I found her outside waiting. Keeping a safe social distance is awkward when trying to have a conversation, but she started talking.
"Bob, can you help me, as you know my husband deployed and I am all alone here."
"Sure Janene," Thinking she needed help with the grocery bags.
"Bob, I desperately need a place to shower, my apartment complex is having water problems. The manager can't seem to get a plumber to come and fix it. First, it was the hot water went then all the water stopped, it may work for a few minutes then stop. I almost got a cold shower, but the water quit while I was all soaped up, when it came back on it was brown water."
"I don't know any plumbers, I'm not sure how I can help."
"Could I come to your house and take a shower?"
Janene is a young, attractive trim woman with a nice firm ass, at least from my viewing perspective at the gym. I would like to help her, but immediately I can hear my wife's voice in my head saying NO way.
After a long pause, "Ok, I'm sure my wife won't object."
As soon as those words came out, I knew I had committed to something that my wife would object to.
"Janene, give me your phone number and I'll text you our address."
Chapter 2
Later that day she called, "Bob, the situation is worse now, I need to leave my apartment because several tenants have tested positive for the virus. I'm scared... what do I do?"
"What do you mean you need to leave, are you infected?"
"No, but several of my neighbors have tested positive, and now quarantined in place. My husband suggested that I leave for a while to be safe."
"Did he suggest any place to go?"
"No, I can't go back home because my parent's town was locked down and I can't go to where my husband was deployed. Please help me, I don't know anyone else in this area to ask."
"Ok, we have a spare bedroom, so you can come over."
"Thank you so much, I'll bring my groceries and I have my own toilet paper."
My wife almost went ballistic when I told her that Jenene needs more than a shower, she needs to stay for a short time until her apartment complex gets fixed. I was hesitant to mention that several of her neighbors had tested positive for the virus, but for our own health I had to mention it. I downplayed the health risks, but my wife said she would call her friend who was nurse to get some advice.
Her fiend Angelia is a dental hygienist, not a nurse, but I would not stir the pot.
"
Angelia
said we can contact a doctor, she knows and he can do a telehealth video check to check your friend."
"Carol, I called the doctor to find out how for us to do this safely. He told me, your guest should take off all her clothes, leave them outside in a plastic garbage bag. She should go directly to the shower, shower with bacterial soap if you have it, then contact me for a telehealth check. If she passes the health check then she is safe to be with you. You should wash her clothes with a small amount of bleach to kill any germs, before she can use them."
Jenene arrived at the front door, I told her to use the garage entrance. I printed out the doctor's instructions and taped them to the inside garage door.
She knocked on the inside garage door, "Bob, y'all can't be serious with these instructions, I can't do this."
"Janene, this is Bob's wife, Carol. Those instructions are from a doctor, we don't want to get contaminated with the virus. If you can't follow those instructions, then you can't stay here, sorry."
Several minutes later she knocks on the door, "Ok, I have stripped, can I come in?"
"Everything? Including your underwear and shoes?"
"Yes, I'm standing here completely naked."
"Ok, I will open the door, walk straight ahead and down the hall to the bathroom on the right. Everything is there, special antibacterial soap and towel. When you finish come out to the living room and we will contact the doctor."
"Carol, Bob will not see me naked, will he?"
"Janene, I sent Bob to his office in the back room, he will not see you."
Carol opened the door and moved out of the way so Janene could go directly to the shower. She then sprayed Lysol on the door handle and picked up the garbage bag with Janene's clothes and put them in the washer. She wanted to separate everything, but she reminded herself it was about sanitizing.
Janene finished and walked back to the living room as instructed with a towel wrapped around her. The towel wasn't large enough to cover her top and bottom at the same time. She opted to cover her breasts.
Carol extended her hand, but then remembered about the new greeting, "Hi, I'm Carol. Sorry about the extreme precautions, but doctor's orders."
"Thanks Carol, I know this is an imposition, but I am out of options and scared out of my mind. Especially with my husband deployed to god know where."
"Janene, we will call the doctor and go through your telehealth exam, just to put us both at ease."
Carol tried to get the telehealth doctor on her iPad, but could not make the connection. In desperation she had to call me to help, "Bob, I can't get this frigging iPad to work, can you help?"
I entered the living room to find both Janene and Carol tapping all over the iPad, a total violation of virus protocols. "Hey, ladies step away, I'll do it after I wipe the screen with an alcohol wipe."
I typed in the number, and the doctor was live on the screen in seconds. Clad in a white lab coat and a face mask, he certainly looked like he was adhering to the proper protocols.
"Hello, I'm doctor John Hopkins. I take it the woman in the towel is the patient. Please have her come closer to the iPad so I can see her better." Speaking in an Indian accent.
Janene moved closer to the iPad to satisfy the doctor.
"Thank you, I need to take your vitals, Carol do you have the thermometer I requested?"
"Yes, doctor and I have the pulse oximeter and blood pressure machine you wanted."
We have a number of medical devices left over from taking care of Carol's dad for years.
"First Carol, put on exam gloves then take her blood pressure and put the pulse oximeter on her index finger."
"Blood pressure 120/65 and pulse ox 98."
"Good, good.... Now take her anal temperature."
"Janene, bend over so I can take your temperature."
"Whoa, wait a minute, you're not sticking that in my ass!"
"Janene, it's the best way to get an accurate temperature. One of the first symptoms of the virus is an elevated temperature." Said the doctor.
Janene relented and bent over the living room chair, her pale white ass exposed.
Just as Carol was about to insert the thermometer, the doctor's voice commanded me to hold the iPad so he could see her ass. Then told Janene to use her hands to spread her ass cheeks to take it easier for Carol to insert the thermometer.
