Jackie sighed and cast her blue eyes upward toward the ceiling. "Mom, I told you that Chris and I decided we're not going to have kids, and no matter how many times you ask, that's not changing."
She rolled her eyes as her mother all but ignored the statement. "Okay, if I ever change my mind, you'll be the first to know. I need to get going to work. Bye, Mom."
It's not as if we could have kids anyhow, considering we never have sex any more,
Jackie thought as she hung up the phone.
"You look beautiful."
Jackie turned to see her husband admiring her lithe body. Her tight bottom was thrust outward toward him as she bent to put the phone on the charger, and her lustrous brown hair hung in a curtain in front of her face. "Thanks. Mom just won't leave it alone. Will you be home tonight?"
Chris nodded and walked over to kiss his wife's full lips. He felt her shiver, and her hands reached behind him to caress his buttocks. When their lips parted, her eyes met his, and she stared into the blue orbs, flecked with gold, smiling.
"Maybe we can take some time to ourselves," Jackie hinted sultrily, tracing her fingers down his chest along the buttons of his suit, while her other hand toyed with his short brown hair, just slightly darker than her own.
"Maybe," Chris replied, "I should get going, the traffic sounds bad this morning. I love you."
"I love you," Jackie responded, watching him walk out the door and snatch up the Wall Street Journal on his way. When the door closed, she sighed and her shoulders slumped. His maybe had sounded very non-committal. Shaking her head in irritation, she opened her briefcase and started to toss manila folders inside.
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Chris came to the exit. He had an appointment; it was all a matter of whether he could summon up the courage to go to it now. He was in the right lane, all he had to do was hit his turn signal, and pull off onto the exit.
At the last second, the memory of Jackie's teasing broke through his nervous ponderings, and he jerked the wheel to get on the off-ramp. He'd been avoiding this for six months now, ever since the problem started. The thought of talking to someone else about not being able to get an erection, even a doctor, was daunting.
The place he was going promised private waiting rooms, prescriptions filled on site, and parked the cars for the patients so that nobody could walk through the parking lot seeing who was inside. The entrance and exit were even on opposite sides of the building, so the only time you might encounter someone else was when you actually entered the clinic. They made every effort to maintain the confidentiality of their patients, but Chris still found it difficult to make the turn toward the place. The entire trip down the drive, he spent wondering who might be in the cars on the street watching him head toward the clinic.
It didn't matter now, he was on the drive and the damage was done. He got out, thankful that he didn't recognize the man who gave him a valet ticket and pulled the car around to the parking lot. He hurried inside, fighting embarrassment when he saw that a woman -- a beautiful woman -- sat behind the registration desk.
Thankfully, she rarely looked in his direction, instead staring at the monitor as she entered information. A sense of relief washed over Chris as she directed him to waiting room number fifteen. Once inside the waiting room, he relaxed into the comfortable chair and turned on the television, hoping to settle his nerves so he wouldn't just run right back out the door without ever seeing the doctor.
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"When did he start?" Jackie asked, after the man from the mailroom walked out. Her eyes had been locked on his perfect butt the whole time he was walking out.
Julie leaned down and whispered, "Last week. You've been out of the office the last several times he's dropped off your mail. You couldn't keep your eyes off him. You still aren't getting any at home are you?"
"No," Jackie replied with irritation, going to shut her office door. "I don't know what's wrong with him. It's been six months. Every time we start to do anything, he ends up making some excuse."
Smoothing her long, blonde hair back off her shoulders, Julie said, "Honey, you need to get a good vibrator. They're more reliable, and they don't come with baggage." She hefted her heavy breasts, further emphasizing the considerable cleavage she was already showing. "They don't talk to your boobs, and they never cheat on you. I
still
think he's cheating on you."
"He's not cheating on me," Jackie sighed, flipping open a file and glancing over it as she sat down.
Leaning over the desk, with obvious excitement in her voice, Julie said in conspiratorial tones, "That didn't sound too convincing. Are you starting to come around? I know a guy who could follow him -- catch him in the act."
"He's not cheating," Jackie said again, putting more emphasis on it this time.
Julie offered a sarcastic smile and rolled her eyes, "Okay, if you say so." She then snatched up a piece of paper and a pen, writing something down. When she was finished, she handed it to her co-worker.
Staring at the paper, which listed an address and the words
Pearl Swan
, Jackie asked, "What's this supposed to be?"
"That's where I got my vibe, and the name of the one I have. It about knocks me unconscious. If you're not going to see if he's cheating, you may as well at least take care of that pent up need, because you're getting bitchy."
Jackie groaned and asked, "So, what's your excuse?"
Julie turned and walked toward the door, looking back over her shoulder and saying, "I
am
a bitch."
Sighing, Jackie pulled out her keyboard and went back to work.
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Chris breathed a sigh of relief when he got back on the main road. As far as he could tell, nobody who knew him had seen him going to the clinic.
Unfortunately, he would have to come back.
The doctor had run several tests, and said he wanted to get all the results back before deciding what treatment might be appropriate. So now, he had three more days to make excuses and dread the return visit.
