My wife returned from the doctor looking a little shaken. She'd only gone to check out a sore throat that didn't seem to go away, but for a second as I stopped loading the dishwasher I started to get worried.
"How'd it go? You going to be okay?"
"Yeah. He says it's just bad allergies," she said, a little too abruptly. She started to leave the kitchen, then kind of lingered, as if she had something to tell me.
"What is it then?" I asked, now giving her my full attention.
"Nothing really. It just...got a little weird with him during the exam."
"Dr. Hollon? Weird how?" As our GP ever since we've lived in this town, he was now in his late-40's like us and almost a kind of friend. Both of our teenaged daughters played on the same field hockey team. I talk to him sometimes at practice, and Nicolette has good rapport with his wife.
"During the exam...he kind of...got a little sexual," she said. I could tell by her not making eye contact she seemed to feel a little ashamed about what ever happened.
"Sexual? Did he try something!" Of course I was concerned, but at the same time a little turned on. Okay, a lot turned on. There's something about a beautiful and usually self-assured woman like my wife in the submissive position as a patient that for some time has been a real turn on for me. I think it goes back to when I was kid, "playing doctor" with my older and very attractive female cousin. Recently I'd actually discovered a porn category with such scenarios, which I instantly associated with what she was telling me.
"He didn't exactly 'try' something, she replied, "but at certain moments during my exam it's like he stopped being just a doctor examining a patient. I could tell he was also, you know, a man...wanting sex with me."
"I just can't buy it." I replied. "I mean, you know his wife, Sheila, and the two of us talk now and then outside his office, at the field hockey games. I can't imagine him risking that kind of trouble. But then again, you are incredibly attractive."
"Stop it," she said, still a little shaken up, but at least glad I was paying attention.
"What exactly did he do?"
"Well," she continued, "it started off with him just talking to me, you know, about my sore throat. That was normal enough I guess, but even then, as I was telling him about it, how I had no other symptoms, how it got worse at night, he sort of kept looking me up and down."
"Well isn't that normal? I mean, you are there to get examined."
"Robert, a woman knows when a guy's into her. He checked me out the way you do."
"Well, you did go in there looking ravishingly beautiful, with that pink lipstick on and your blouse showing a little cleavage. For a conservative woman like you, that's pretty racy, don't you think?"
"Ugh!" She said, opening up the fridge to get a can of seltzer. "I knew you'd somehow make this about me looking hot, for your stupid fantasies. So now it's my fault, right?"
"I'm not saying that at all," I replied. "I'm just acknowledging that, yes, he is a man, exactly your age, and you are a smoking hot field hockey mom."
"Oh my god that's not even a thing. It's just soccer moms...maybe hockey moms, but definitely not field hockey moms."
"Maybe you're right," I said, hoping she'd calm down to tell me the rest of what happened. "So he's looking at you a little sexually, then what?"
"Well, he reached to my neck, you know, to feel my lymph nodes."
"I'm not a doctor, but that sounds reasonable when you complain of a bad sore throat."
"Yes, in theory, of course. But it was the way he felt them. Like he was excited to touch me. Then he recorded his initial exam on that little speaker that transcribes his notes."
"Oh yeah, he always does that. He told me how much time that saves him."
"Normal right? Only, he says in the thing something like, 'female patient in good health with lingering sore throat, exam of her supple neck reveals no swelling in the lymph nodes.' It was the way he said 'supple' as he looked at me, and left his hands there on my neck. His eyes followed his hands, down to my lower neck, then I noticed him deliberately, almost kind of forcibly, looking down my blouse. I was leaning forward a little on the exam table, and I know he could see the tops of my breasts in my bra. It wasn't just a peak. Every guy does that. He was outright staring."
Even standing in front of her now, since I'm taller than her, I could see a version of what he must have enjoyed. She was wearing one of her shelf bras, a black one with lace around the sides, which now and then shows off the tops of her perfectly pert, smallish breasts, and even a little of her full pink nipples.
"I could see why that upsets you, but I mean, if that's all there is, like you're kind of saying ultimately he is a man in addition to being a doctor."
"Aren't you upset by it?" she asked, obviously wanting me to be.
