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"Dog Days 4" Frank
4
Monday morning came much too early. I was sore, I was stiff, I was uncomfortable. I barely made it to the bus stop in time to make my way to work. Sitting at my assigned work station was most uncomfortable. The lunch time walk in the park was welcome. I wasn't sitting on my bruised body parts and the walk seemed to help with the stiffness of the muscles. While I walked, I plotted my best approach to stopping this horrible situation. I realized that there had been a significant change in the direction of this formerly recreational event.
Monday night was the scheduled visit with Carla. It just didn't seem the time that I should start my revolt. After all, this was a rather pleasant evening that I had come to enjoy. Carla was teaching me more than I had ever considered was possible, or available, to learn. At this point, I did not see any reason to discontinue this part of the activity. My naked appearance revealed the extensive bruises and welts. The available light and mirrors revealed that the damage was far more extensive than I had imagined. Carla was kind, she provided soothing lotion and relaxing massage to my aching body. The pleasure did not nullify the pain, but it was certainly welcome. She did not express any surprise or shock at my condition.
My Tuesday morning "trot" around the park was right on schedule. Actually, I was well in process when I remembered that I had planned to revolt. The pleasure of seeing Officer Abright was also welcome. I considered that there would not be any need to give up my physical conditioning just because I was ready to stop the "dog play". I also wondered what Officer Albright would say or do if I was to reveal my recently abused body to her. One side of me really wanted to allow her to "see" what I had endured for the "Cause" and the other side was fearful of the humiliating rejection that such revelation would bring. After all the beating had been done by a "mere girl" and that did not make me much of a "man".
Tuesday night brought more changes. For one thing. Heather was still in charge when I got home. This was quite evident from the orders and instructions given as we prepared for the trip to the Guest House. While there was no change in my scheduled attire or appearance, Diane clearly was on a different tack. While she had always dressed in an attractive manner that displayed her outstanding figure there were differences. Her clothes were more closely fitted, her hem was shorter, her heels were higher, her cosmetics were applied differently, and she was adorned with some "flashy" jewelry. She was not exactly in "wanton slut" mode, but was close. I had barely got in the room when there was a knock at the door and she was gone. Heather and I left in "our" car. My crudely constructed "I am tired of playing this game" presentation was not a part of the early evening agenda.
At the Guest House I migrated to my assigned table. Heather went to the seat traditionally occupied by Diane. Diane was seated between a mature gentleman and his significantly younger wife. Diane did not join in the conversation, but seemed to be content to remain in place.
Heather performed the feeding task for me. The plate was loaded at the main table, transported to my table, placed with some degree of formality, the small spoon was presented, and upon the command "Tabero!" I began o spoon the presented mixture into my mouth. At the end of the evening, I returned to "our car" with Heather. Diane left with the couple. As I left on my Wednesday morning trot I noted that Diane had not returned to her bed. I did not expect to see her on Wednesday evening since she would be at work.
Besides, Wednesday was the work night in the compound. I did note an addition to the compound. There was a substantial wire firmly attached between the kennel building and the garage. It was at least six feet off the ground so there was no chance of me being decapitated as I went under it with the mower. There was also evidence of a start of a small foundation slab at either end ready for concrete. It was obvious that modifications to the property was being made. Since I was not aware of this, it meant that either the General was not aware or that the discussion and approval process had taken place without my knowledge. I realized, again, that I had not been involved with any communication with the General since the Spring events. This included the entire topic of Heather being there. I was no longer a part of the communication system.
Thursday night was laundry and cleaning night. I was informed that I would be taking the bus to work on Friday since there was no longer any need for me to do "errands" on Friday afternoon. Heather was now making full time use of "our car" to go back and forth to school and was handling all such errands. Other than the fact that I went to work and my salary was assumed to be useful (although since it went to the bank I had not seen it in a long time) my role in the household was limited.
On my way home on Friday I remembered that there was a need to do some repairs on my equipment. The extended exercise program had revealed some weakness in my "dinkered" design. As soon as I arrived home I rushed to the shop to complete the needed repairs and revisions. When this was nearly complete I remembered that it had been my intention to revolt and not start another weekend experience. But, if I was intent on quitting, why had I repaired the equipment?
My repairs were completed and I brought my equipment to the back of the house. I went into the routine of getting ready for insertion. Diane appeared in her "work clothes". This should have been the time to express my feelings since I was not yet in "role" and we were not in the presence of Heather. Before I could organize my thoughts, Heather appeared and took charge of putting me into the kennel. I settled into my Friday night role. Friday night feeding was routine and shortly after that I heard Heather leaving for the evening.
By Saturday morning, I had managed to either minimize or ignore the experience of the previous weekend. I continued to assume that with Diane back in town the unpleasant event would not be repeated. This fantasy lasted for a short period of time on Saturday morning. The "game" began. It actually started at an intensity beyond where it had left off the prior weekend. The performance expectations had increased, the punishment for not meeting those expectations was much more intense, my ability to absorb all of this was exceeded. I snapped and rebelled.
There is not a record of the time of the rebellion. It started and it finished. It is not even recorded in the history of the world, the nation, the state, the community, or even the neighborhood. It was all over in a very few minutes. At the end, I was laying flat with my front on the ground. I was hurting, I was in pain, and worst of all I was defeated. I simply wanted the beating to stop.
Perhaps I expected Heather to be surprised by my rebellion. Perhaps I expected that the fact that she did not anticipate it would have given me the upper hand and that I would win the match. Perhaps I assumed that she would be shocked, realize that with her youth and inexperience that she had simply pushed the "game" to a level that I had not intended. Realizing all of this, she would apologize and life would return to my pleasant pursuit of my fantasy, just as I planned it. Perhaps she needed me to explain all of this to her so that she would understand.
There were several items not in my favor. I was exhausted from the physical effort. She did not appear to be even "winded" from the ever how many strokes of the whip that she had applied to my exposed body parts. She was mobile. She had both feet on the ground and was standing. I could neither stand up and I had already learned from the exercise how restricted my movements were by the "equipment" that I wore. She had a whip, a very effective whip, in her hand and my hands were non-functional. She had won, I had lost.
This was an important discovery on my part. It was not the first defeat that I had ever suffered. In fact, there were few times when I had actually won at any contest. It wasn't the only time that I had lost to a "girl". I couldn't think of a time when I had lost to such a minor opponent. Here I was a college graduate with a job and she was an unemployed recent high school graduate. Furthermore, I had not only been "beaten" I was "broken". With extensive experience on the end of paddle, a broom, and the flat side of a saber I had been beaten but never broken. I was now fully broken.
"I'm glad that you tried that," She stated, "Do you want to try again?"
"No." I said. The answer was truthful. I merely spoke a true answer to her question. I realized immediately after I had said it that I was not in a position to be permitted to make a verbal, human response to her question. In my role, I should not have spoken.
"I don't believe that you actually spoke to me," She replied. "I have a cure for that. I should have done this before than you would not have made such a horrible racket to disturb the neighbors. I wouldn't be surprised if they didn't call the police."
>From her bag of tricks she produced another device and proceeded to fasten it on me. It was primarily a head harness. There was a red rubber ball that was shoved into my mouth. This was retained in place by a strap. Another strap went under the chin and was tightened to insure that the ball was well secured. The harness also had covers that went over the eyes. I could not speak, could not see, and was concerned with my ability to keep breathing. The leash was fastened to my collar. The "paws" assured that I could not stand. I was in a fairly helpless situation.
One seldom considers the act of breathing. It is something that we just accept. It was now the complete focus of my attention. The realization that the task was being accomplished via the nose and the nose only. What if the nose became stopped up or lost function? After some period of time I was able to include other items into my attention. The second item was the fact that the gag was creating a large volume of, well, of "drool", and that this was needing to get pushed out, somehow, around the ball. Number three on the list was a tremendous thirst. How I could produce this much "drool" and then be "dry" did not make sense.
My consideration of the important things in life, like finding a cure for cancer, creating world peace, and feeding all the hungry people in the world became secondary to breathing and water. I was aware of a hand on my body. It must (or at least I assumed it must) be her hand. The hand was moving slowly over my bare skin. It moved up and around. It moved down, I responded to the pressure of the hand on my legs and realized that I was "spreading" my legs. It was not an uncomfortable position. The hand did not leave my body. I tracked it's position and began to anticipate where it would be next. The previous three concerns became obscure and my concentration was totally on the position of the hand. The hand seemed to be spending more and more of it's time near my bottom.
There was another hand. This made two hands for me to track. The fingers of the second hand became quite active in my anal area. I realized that the fingers of this hand were being inserted into my rear hole. First there were was one and then two. The fingers contained some form of lubrication. The initial invasion was softened by the application of this substance. The fingers were replaced by a firm object. I could sense that the object was not a "real" penis but some form of an artificial one. It did fill the available area to a point of being uncomfortable.
The other hand brushed lightly against my penis. It responded immediately. I was embarrassed by my pleasurable response to this deviant invasion. I should have been shocked. I should have resisted. I should have done something other than replace all my prior concerns and current embarrassment with the fact that I was soon humping, bumping, and grinding to achieve sexual release. Having done so, probably within mere seconds, I was again embarrassed for my shameful behavior and lack of resistance to this disgusting act. I also realized that I had done all of this under the direction and control of Heather.
The removal of the anal device also caused a flash of disappointment which, fortunately, I was not in a position to express. In the next moment the gag was removed and I was again able to fully breathe. A very pleasurable experience. I was led, still not able to see, to the inside and inserted into my pen. I realized that she could have led me into the alley or out to the front yard. I simply was not in control of my direction, I went where she led. I was not offended by this loss of power but somehow pleased that I was not expected, or permitted, to be in control.
The head harness was left in place, the leash removed, and I heard the gate closed. I waited as I heard the footsteps and then the outer door close. I sought to find the watering device and took on a substantial amount of water to replenish my thirst. Shortly after this I was sound asleep.
My sleep was disrupted by the return of Heather. The head harness was removed and I was put on the leash and returned to the compound. We began another "session" with the ball. I can't say that I did any better. I can say that I tried to do better. I tried to keep up with the exercise. I again passed the point of being tired and moved into the "burn" phase of putting out more effort than I really thought that I had in me. The session ended without any more severe punishment and I was returned to the pen. After another pass at the watering device and a much too brief rest the exercise was repeated.
By the end of the second afternoon session I hardly had enough energy to make it back into the pen. The desire for water and the fear of resisting Heather's direction were the two motivating factors. I was very close to physical exhaustion. Then there was the smell. I could have certainly used a bath. It was difficult for me to stand the smell myself and was not looking forward to spending the night in close quarters in this condition. Perhaps, I could have asked, but elected to keep my mouth very quiet. The evening feeding was quite welcome, I could have used, or at least consumed, some extra portion but was very happy for what I received. Heather was attractively dressed and was obviously on her way "out" for an evening. I settled in for my long (I hoped) night of rest.
For the most part I did rest. There were moments when various previously unused muscles posted a complaint about their recent use and abuse. On a trip out to the run for another form of relief (I must have over replenished my fluid level) I realized that it was a cool pleasant evening with a breeze that was not only comfortable but managed to distribute the smell. I heard car doors, gates, and conversation during the night.
My morning feeding was quite early. Heather used the hose to not only remove the evidence of my evacuation but did a quite nice job of covering me with water. Some soap, some use of a wash rag, would have been appreciated, but as I dripped my way inside to feed I was quite happy. After feeding Heather left. Perhaps there would be no game today. Even if I could get "off" on Sunday morning it would be nice I wandered out into the run and found a nice soft spot on the concrete to relax.
Activity began shortly after that. I was extremely curious. I heard car doors, I heard voices, in fact more than one voice. I also heard the sound of the steel doors on the garage being opened. I retreated into the pen. This could only mean that the locked and secure walls, gates, and doors to the compound were no longer in place. I heard the door of the kennel open, I did not go to the gate to see what was going on. In fact, I sought the corner and attempted to disappear into the wall.
There was the smell of coffee. Coffee was something I did at the office but not at home. For some reason it smelled especially good this morning. I was making my way closer to the gate when I heard voices. One of them was Heather. The other voices were male. There was at least two of them. I feared there were more. The voices were friendly, were happy, and the conversation was lively. I had concluded that is was some form of "brunch" gathering and that I was not going to be a part of the event. I was trying to determine if I thought that was good or bad when the gate opened and Heather appeared with the leash.
The post feeding time she had invested in getting "dressed" and I appreciated her effort. She was wearing well fitted black leather pants, with a pair of black high heeled boots. While leather is not always considered a summer fashion, it certainly did not offend me that she was out of season. Above the pants there was a leather vest. It covered enough of her top to be considered "decent", but that was about it. It was also well fitted and served to enhance the display of her attractive bosom. It would have been nice to be allowed to be a dog with glasses so that I could completely appreciate the ensemble, but I had to settle with the view of the bottom and the sweet scent of the leather. She was carrying the a whip and leash that completed her accessories.
As I made my way into the lounge I did not make a great presentation of skill and coordination. Heather definitely had me under control for direction but she couldn't be held responsible as I stumbled and bumbled my way to be viewed by the guests. There were six guests and one household staff person. The staff person was Diane. Her uniform had been obtained from the group that had been used at the Spring entertainment event with the General. The items on the buffet table were familiar and obviously from the household stores. This event could be considered as an official household function. There were some moments of fear. I wondered if the General had given permission for this event? If he had not provided express permission for this use of his property we were well outside the boundaries of the agreement and subject to both eviction and probably prosecution. If Diane had made the arrangements, why was she appearing in the role of "house servant"?
Carla was there with a gentleman friend. He was seated in a chair and she was attractively kneeling on the floor at his feet. There was a lot more of Carla visible than I usually saw of her. On Monday evening she was dressed in her business attire which was very functional for her purpose. On Tuesday night at the Guest House wore ladylike attire. Her outfit was extremely sparse. It was colorful, red and white checks, it was also juvenile in appearance. It would have been really appropriate on a very young girl. As the morning went on and I got a better chance to observe, her hair was "put up" into a bunch on each side of her head. I also noted that her very visible legs were very attractive and I had always viewed her as an "older" lady and my mind had not wandered into that area of appreciation. I did not know the gentleman. He was casually dressed, but more of an elegant casual. Certainly appropriate for a social Sunday morning function.
The couple that had supervised Diane on Tuesday evening were there. They were seated on the couch and their attire was in tune with the other gentleman. Conversation was active between them and Carla's companion. Diane and Carla were absolutely silent.
The other couple were two men. One definitely mature gentleman. He was slight in stature and extremely well groomed and trimmed. He was wearing blue denim pants and vest with a pale blue long sleeve shirt under it. What was supposed to shine shined, what was supposed to be creased was creased, what was supposed to be peaked was sharply peaked. The denim was "faded" but not "worn". There was nothing that was not perfect in either his appearance or the presentation of this appearance. His companion was much younger. A strapping young man dressed along the same fashion. Although young, attractive, young, well dressed, young, appropriately groomed, and (did I mention?) young, he did not have the display of class of the older gentleman. He was just out of tune with his clothes. In fact, even though I could not clearly see his face, I sensed that he came with a full sized sneer. I sensed that I was the primary object of this sneer but there was enough left to be distributed to the other mortals in the room. He just knew that he was "special" and believed it. Until the time in the not so later life when he was replaced by a younger model, that sneer and attitude never departed.
As the conversation continued I learned that the older gentleman was named "William" (not Bill or Will or any other shortened version) was quite adept and recreationally interested in the design and construction of "gear" for those like me. He was well known for his "pony" designs and had just as an intense interest in "dog" items. While there were local "ponies" available, I was the first local "dog". He had several ideas and was most interested in working on them. William owned a ranch. This provided two things. One was an opportunity to provide respectable employment for "Dufus" (okay, I think his name was really "Rod", but I always viewed him, and most of his successors as just being "Dufus") who served in the position of "ranch manager". The amply sized ranch also provided the venue for special social gatherings for a select group of people with "animal" interests.
Heather, William, Dufus, and myself made our way in the grooming area. This was a first for me on all fours and I was a bit clumsy at getting up on the grooming table. William closely examined my creative work and design. He had favorable comments which made me feel very good and then quickly noted several logical improvements. I elected not to immediately discuss these with him although I was hopeful of doing so in the near future. He then proceeded to measure every available portion of my body. This involved the occasional participation of Dufus, but other than that it was very pleasant. My dinkered devices were measured, photographed, and removed (one at a time) for close examination. Diane made several visits to the area with coffee and other refreshments.
After this was completed we all moved back to lounge. In a few moments it was announced that we were going outside for a training demonstration. Now it was my turn to show what I had learned in previous sessions. This continued for some time and I did my absolute best to show that I was well trained and in great physical condition. Not that I fooled any of them, but I did give it my best effort. When "time" was called (thankfully), Carla asked for permission to "pet" me. Heather granted this permission and I really appreciated her attention. I began to wish that somehow she would be permitted to give me my "special" treat. The thought of this motivated the appearance of hard evidence which was noted by the group.
I heard that there others would be arriving and that William would work with them. I didn't know what this meant but I was most happy to be a part of the crowd that went inside. I had met enough people for one day. Diane had presented a was a "light lunch buffet" available for the guests. She remained in attendance as the guests enjoyed the offering. Heather fed me tidbits from her plate as the meal progressed. My pleasure was disturbed by the fact that Dufus came in twice and politely asked Heather to join William in the compound. It was a damn good thing that he was polite otherwise I was prepared to, and would have enjoyed, the opportunity to bite him.
Carla and her friend (John) started the official exodus. This gained me another petting session from Carla as John shook hands with and said pleasant good-byes to George (the other guy) and Brenda (the other lady). Heather was fondly thanked for a most enjoyable morning, congratulated on her training of the new pet and they departed. There was no mention of, or conversation with, Diane. Soon after that William came in and after a brief conversation with Heather also made his official exit. Fortunately, he did not find it necessary to allow the presence of Dufus to foul our air.
It wasn't long after that when George and Brenda began their exodus ritual. It followed the same pattern as had been demonstrated by John and Carla. Brenda did provide me with a "pet" prior to leaving. She neither asked for, or seemed to require, permission from Heather. It was better than getting a swift kick but it did not translate into the pleasure provided by Carla. Again, Diane was ignored in the process. I made my way on the leash with Heather in control as they made there way to the open door on the shop. I was shocked to note that not only was it open but the door at the other end of the bay was also open. It appeared that the compound had been open to public view since the event started. Fortunately, Heather did not lead me through the opening and we returned to the kennel.
Diane had started to dismantle and load the equipment and leftovers on a cart. There was a short review of her instructions from Heather, a couple of functional questions asked, most politely, by Diane, and then Heather led me to the pen. She closed the gate, leaving the door open, and departed.
Now, here I was in the pen of the kennel, Diane was working in the lounge, there was only the bars of the gate separating us. It would have been easy for me to speak loudly enough for her to hear me. I did not speak. It would have been convenient for her to stop her current task and walk over to the gate and speak to me. She did not. As she completed her assignment she was well within range to speak to me in almost a whisper. She did not. She needed three trips with the cart to remove all of the items from the area. She made one additional trip to review the area. In doing so she passed by my gate. So close that I could have reached out with my paw and touched her. I did not. So close that she could have at least stopped to look at me, to smile at me, perhaps pet me, perhaps just whisper "hi" to me. She did not. Neither of us was willing to depart from our "roles" to approach the other.
Perhaps neither of us wanted to embarrass the other by departing from our role. My role had improved. I had moved from useless, dependent pet to something that may be entertaining for special guests. Diane had moved from "lady in charge" to "servant". I considered Carla in her role. While no one would ever rate her as a depressed person, she simply glowed as she appeared in her role today. I was really looking forward to having more time with William, tried to forget about Dufus, and had no real opinion on the George and Brenda couple. Most of all, I wanted to please Heather.
It had been a most pleasant day overall. I relaxed in the run and was pleased to hear Heather entering the compound. It was a bit early for food and I somehow knew that I would be in the compound for another session. I was waiting for her at the gate, she just opened the gate and commanded me to "Aruke!". I followed her into the compound.
Our journey ended where I had noted the wire between the two buildings. There were now additions to the area. Below the end of each wire there was a painted wooden box constructed where I had seen the form for a slab. The box was about two feet wide, a foot thick, and about three feet tall. On the flat side facing the other box there was a red metal plate. It looked like a button. It seemed to be positioned about at the height of my nose when I was on all fours. We went over to one box. On top of this box there were four lights (white, green, yellow, and red) enclosed in protective glass globes. There was a device suspended from the wire and hanging from that device was a leash. Heather attached the end of the leash to my collar. I now was standing just a couple of feet from the box.
"I just want to teach you how this works," she said, "we will start out with three minutes." She went to a box on the side of the building, opened it, and worked with it a couple of minutes. All four lights illuminated. Then they went off one by one. "There," she said, "when the white light is turned on it is the signal for you to go to the other box. The green light will be on at that box. When you get there you push the button with your nose. This causes the white light to be turned on for that box. At the same time the green light goes on at the other box. This is your signal to go back to the other box and push that button. The yellow light will come on when you have thirty seconds to complete the trip. When ten seconds are left it will flash once per second. After that is complete the red light will come on. The length of time that it is turned on will be recorded and that will be used to determine your punishment. This way you can be exercised without me having to spend so much time doing it. Now, let's begin. Remember when you see the white light is on that means the green light is on at the other end."
All of this filtered into my rapidly filling mind. Suddenly, I realized that the white light was on and I had not really noted when it turned on. I turned and could barely see that the green light was on at the other end. It was time to begin my journey. I moved as rapidly as I could and made it to the button before the yellow light came on. I also realized that the pushing of the button activated the white light, which meant that I needed to go the other way. In a short period of time I learned a couple of things. My best approach was to time myself so that I could hit the button when the yellow light started to blink. This allowed me to take a bit of rest just short of the destination. The second thing was that this was just as physically taxing as the Tottekoi game. It was better in that the finding of the red button on the box was much easier than trying to locate the red ball that had bounced out of my range of vision. There was also the benefit of not having to get down to get the ball between my teeth. However, no mention had been made of the punishment item.
After what seemed like hours, the lights went out and I assumed that it was over. Heather was there to release me and immediately fasten a leash to my collar. We toured the rest of the compound and she pointed out two other construction projects that had begun. Other than seeing that some form of construction had begun I could not identify the purpose. She spoke to me in a one way conversation. I heard, but even when there was the indication of a question being asked, I did not answer.
We returned to the kennel. As we got to the door I noted that Diane, still in serving uniform, was there and that my evening meal had arrived. I entered the pen, received a "Tabero" from Heather, and went about my joyful consumption of the presented meal. It was most welcome. At the end, I noted that Heather had departed and that Diane was standing outside of my gate. I looked at her as I licked away the last drops that I could get to in the plate. I expected, or hoped, that she would say something that would start our conversation. In a moment or so she spoke. "Looks like you are finished," she said. As if to answer, I backed away from my plate. She then opened the gate and removed the plate. She closed the gate behind her and I heard her washing it in the sink. Without any other action or words she left the building. I noted that while she had spoken in my presence, the words were not conversational. She made be the servant, but I was the pet.
I took in some water and went to find that comfortable spot on the concrete for rest. I was sound asleep when Heather came to release me. I noted that she had changed into a most attractive summer dress and had obviously enjoyed an evening out before releasing me. After my release and cleaning I found no evidence that Diane was in the house. Another short sleep period and I was back into my weekly morning trot with a pleasurable wave to Officer Albright. I wondered if there had been a police report from my Saturday morning disturbance?
Carla was ready for me on Monday evening. I had a hundred questions for her and wanted to know all about her friend John and about the meaning of her most interesting dress on Sunday. I scampered in the door and into the shower in record time. She inspected me, removing a hair or two here and there and then began to "fix" (a very appropriate term) my face and hair after providing a coat of bright red polish for my toes and fingernails. This was not a "lesson" or a learning experience. She was just doing it with the obvious objective of getting it done correctly and within a specific period of time.
She had clothes for me. There were high heel sandals that I could manage, a very nice blouse, and a full skirt. The mirror reflected that I had made a lot of improvement under her care, and with the right amount of light (practically none) and proper distance of observation (about a country mile) I could "pass" as a member of the female species. There was one additional problem. In real life I used the heavy dark rimmed frames to support the heavy glass lenses that allowed me to see where I was going and what I was doing. To say the least, these did not fit in well with this newly acquired appearance. Therefore, I did the only logical thing, I took them off and put them along with my billfold into the purse that Carla made available. My "day clothes" were placed in a plastic bag and taken out the door with us. I had been able to tell her how much I enjoyed her appearance on Sunday and she expressed pleasure that I felt that way. I didn't think it was proper to ask her what had actually taken place and what was going to take place in the future.
Our journey brought us to the "North Street Clinic" where a sign indicated that "John M. Justin, MD" was the person in charge. I managed to read this in several places as I followed Carla into the building from the parking lot. The amount of activity was surprising. There were a lot of people at the clinic during the evening hours. We "checked in" and were directed to the dressing rooms. Specifically, the ladies dressing rooms. Under Carla's direction I donned the ever attractive hospital gown and genuine paper slippers. Fortunately, there was a substantial robe provided that allowed one to appear in a decent form. The glasses were removed from the purse and placed into an available pocket of the robe. Still stumbling and blind, I was directed out into the busy traffic.
The purpose of my visit was to get a physical. I entered a room with a nurse, was weighted (without outer robe), measured, blood pressured, "temperatured", and then questioned extensively about my history. I was amazed at how much I did not know about by medical heritage. Such information had never been provided and I simply did not know about much of what I was asked. Shortly after this was completed I met "Dr. Justin". He was the "John" that was with Carla on Sunday. This made be quite comfortable and he completed a physical review of my body without ever showing any surprise or shock. He informed me that I would need to visit the lab for blood tests and then make a visit to the x-ray department before leaving.
Carla was not available as my escort. I was on my on, limited in vision, and in what seemed a very busy hallway. A passing clinic employee, noting the confusion in my face and the papers in my hand directed me to the lab. The lab technician escorted me to the waiting room for the x-ray department. It was full and I got the last remaining seat. Then I waited as what seemed like once per hour a person was called into the working area. There was little conversation. As soon as one person was called another seemed to appear from the lab. At one point there were two empty seats directly across from me.
Two ladies came and seated themselves in those chairs. Although I could not clearly focus on them I was certain that they were employees at the insurance company. I knew that they were members of the "lunch time walkers" club. Fortunately, I had not been introduced. I was hopeful that my appearance without glasses would disguise my identity.
The attendant called my name, last name and first name. So much for disguise. I got up and made my way in the direction of the attendant. This took, oh, about three hours (or so it seemed) and there was absolute silence in the room. After my "pictures" were complete I was directed out another exit and to the dressing room. Carla was a very welcome sight. I was dressed and just reviewing my appearance in the mirror when the first of my two fellow employees entered the dressing room. There was a lot of her to see. She had already exited from the robe and was removing the gown as she came in the door. As she stood by her locker we left.
Carla and I went to a coffee shop and enjoyed some pleasant conversation. I did not mention the encounter with the two ladies. Carla dropped me off in the front driveway. Her departing gift was a bottle of polish remover. Neither of my ladies was at home and I just enjoyed being whatever it was that I was for the rest of the evening.
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