Sexual Healing – MATURE CONTENT

Youth, wasted on the young

The old pharmacist watched the young man standing before the analgesic section and shook his head. He was already there for thirty minutes, looking lost amidst the medicine shelves, trying to figure out if he should take Ibuprofen or Naproxen, and he puts them back on the shelves and starts reading the label in the Oxaproxin capsules bottle.

He decides to help.

"Hello, sir, may I help you?" he says in a soft British accent.

"Uhm, no no, I'm just looking really," McGee shakes his head at the pharmacist, and returns the pill bottle to the shelf.

"Are you looking for something specific? Where do you feel pain?"

"Oh, me, nooo" McGee shakes his head," it is not for me, I'm fine, it's for my …" McGee pauses then, "my…" my girlfriend, my partner, my lover, my love? What are we? McGee frowns and looks down deep in thought, as he hasn't really tried to define what he has with Joy, and he couldn't voice his doubts aloud to a stranger.

"Oh," and the pharmacist smiles, "your significant other is in pain."

McGee looks at him, "yes," his definition is as good as any he could come up with.

"May I ask how much pain is she in? Is it a common occurrence or you are just trying to settle her feathers after a lover's spat, bringing an offer of peace in form of pain relievers?"

"Oh," McGee fidgets a little, disturbed by this stranger's ability to read into the situation, "a little bit of both, she is mad at me, but she's also in terrible pain." He has a frown on his face, "she has endometriosis, so it can get particularly vicious sometimes."

The old pharmacist gets two different pill bottles, and shows them to McGee, "she is probably on a heavy hormonal treatment, in an attempt to control the fluctuations that may cause the severe debilitating pain resulting from the hormonal changes, you may take these two," he show one and another, "and whenever she has an episode, use a combination of these to try to control it."

McGee is grateful, and gets the pill bottles and starts to leave, but the pharmacist is not done yet, "unfortunately, both will fail in treating her effectively." McGee stops and looks back at the old man, with a frown on his forehead.

"They will fail." McGee repeats in a monotone.

"Yes they will."

"Then why did you suggest to me to buy them?" McGee is irritated.

"Because you asked for drugs to treat it, and I gave you drugs which are supposed to treat the symptoms you described to me."

McGee is confused. The old pharmacist smiles, and his face clearly shows the wrinkles of a happy life full of laughter and experiences. He says, "women are creatures molded by God's hand, and they are ruled by hormones. Being hormonal creatures, no manmade pharmacological product, regardless of how well recommended it is, will fully treat the effects of said hormones in her body."

McGee looks defeated, "but she is hurting."

"I know," the old man says, shaking his head, and continues in his soft brogue "and it pains you as you can't do anything to stop her pain, as it is a direct rebellion of her body against an integral part of her own organism."

McGee looks down at the pill bottles in his hand, and the old man approaches him and puts his hand in his shoulders, "may I speak my mind, son, and give you advice?" McGee looks at the old man, and glances briefly at the hand in his shoulder. He doesn't usually take advice from strangers, but there is only concern in the old man's face, and McGee is desperate to make amends with Joy.

"Sure," he shrugs.

"And please, promise me you won't be mad at this old fool."

"Ok, I promise I won't." The old man takes his hand from McGee's shoulder, looks him in the eyes and says completely serious, "shag her."

McGee is stunned, and thinks he heard something wrong. "I beg your pardon?"

The old man smiles, "I said, shag her. Give her a good time. Give her some orgasms. At least two."

McGee can feel the blush creeping in his face, and stammers "Oh, … ah…. Why, ….. but she is…"

"She is bleeding from her menses, but God is infinitely wise, and at the same time He created women as hormonal creatures, with their pains and aches, He created man to comfort them during this time." The old man is smiling, and McGee is as red as a beetroot.

"I couldn't… I mean…. Why?" His curiosity beats his embarrassment, and he wants to know why such an unorthodox method would work.

The old man lifts his hand, and makes a fist, and moves his fingers opening and closing as if at a pulsing beat, "during the sexual act, the contractions of the uterus that occur during the female climax will softly massage the endometrium, creating a sensation of comfort and alleviating the pain associated with the cramps," he explains, "and the endorphins released in the brain will act as pain inhibitors, blocking the pain receptors."

McGee's face has a fierce frown of concentration, trying to process the information he had just been given.

"Does it work?" He asks with an incredulous tone in his voice.

The old man smirks, "I've been married for thirty two years, son," he looks at McGee with a twinkle in his eye, "and my lady wife has never complained of my tender care."

McGee is frozen in place, trying to process the info. The old man shakes his head, and says in his soft English accent, "but if you are still willing to take the medicines," he takes them from McGee's limp hands, and walks back to the counter with a limp, and pass in the register, "it will be twenty two dollars, please."

McGee walks to the counter like a zombie, opens his wallet and starts counting out the money. He freezes, and looks at the old man, who is patiently waiting to be paid.

"Oh… I…" he stammers.

"Yes, son," the old man smiles, patiently waiting for him to make up his mind.

"I'm not taking the painkillers," McGee says, puts the money back in his wallet, and walks to the door with a decisive stride.

"Hey son," McGee stops, and turns to look at the old man.

"May I suggest the shower, or if there is one available, a bathtub," he says, smiling.

McGee gives the old man a big grin, his first since he entered in the store, nods and leaves the drugstore.

The old man cancels the purchase on the cash register, and sighs, "oh, youth, wasted in the young."


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