Story takes place in June 2015.
As I pull into the parking lot in my dark green Merecedes of a Urology clinic, I felt the humidity of the late morning air, sighed as I opened the door and slowly walked toward the three-story building.
As I get in the elevator, I was hoping that my regular urologist didn't go on that vacation, because now I now have to see a new doctor, for a follow-up after my vasectomy, as I exit the elevator on the second floor, I see the office, still nervous of what awaits me on the other side of the door.
As a white, 32-year-old architect, who spent most of his life studying and volunteering at the community center, had left me no time for myself, including my health, or have a social life.
I open the door and walk into the office decorated with southern charm and hospitality as the sweet smell of magnolias fills the air, and soft steel drum music plays when a white receptionist with a southern accent gives me forms to fill out, as she checks my insurance information.
As she returns my insurance information, she leads you to a small exam room reassuring me, "Dr. Andrews will be with you, in a moment."
The exam room was comfortable, it had a big screen TV, a small couch, and a laptop computer.
Before the receptionist leaves, she says, "They need a urine sample." and pointed me to the bathroom as she continues "Take your time."
Once alone, I take out my 4-inch uncircumcised penis, retract the foreskin and eventually begin to pee, after a little in the toilet I gently squeezed the head, so I could wipe the head with the towelette I was given, and then peed into the cup, and then finishing in the toilet, I wiped the excess pee off, and pulled the foreskin over the head.
I enter the exam room and sit on the couch, as I wait for the doctor. Moments later Tracey Andrews, the doctor enters the exam room, while going over my file, I walk Tracey is wearing a very conservative dress, and a white coat.
Tracy was black, 31, born in Alabama to an effluent black family who moved to Ohio when she was 8 years old, found interest in medicine when she was 12, then studied under a world-renowned Urologist until last year.
We both look up and see each other for the first time, both smiling as we remembered each other from first year at the University, I got up and hugged her tight, as she tenderly kissed my neck.
A shiver goes through my body when we disengaged, "How have you been Tony?", she seems to gush.
"I became junior partner at a prestigious architect firm, how you are doing?" I inquired.
