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A/n here's the next chapter which details Reid's examination and his donation experience, but not in graphic detail. This is a family show people!
Reid's next trip to the clinic was the most difficult of all the subsequent visits. He went alone after assuring Emily that it would be more difficult for him if she went with him.
Now he sat in the waiting room while Stacey the receptionist added a new page to his file and tried to flirt with him at the same time. It was one o'clock on a Wednesday and the clinic was nearly empty. He was the first patient after the lunch break and he was glad that there didn't appear to be anyone else around.
"So what kind of doctor are you?" Stacey asked while running a fingertip over his file folder and smiling at him.
"I have three PhD's," He said and went to a chair next to a window looking out over the parking lot.
"Really, so are you like some kind of genius. We've never had a genius come in here to donate. My cousin Mattie used to work in a clinic in New York City. She told me that they had sperm samples from seventy-four different geniuses at the same time. You wouldn't believe how many women want a baby made from a genius's sperm. Of course they all want good looking geniuses. I have to tell people all the time that…"
Reid tuned out her chatter after "seventy-four different geniuses." and looked out the window at the snow that was falling. It was getting closer to Thanksgiving now and the weather was getting worse all the time.
Who cares how many women want a baby that's a genius?
Stacey was chattering on as though he was really listening, while twisting her blond hair around one finger. He looked back out the window and wondered what indignity he would have to suffer first.
He didn't have to wait long. Dr. Kelly's nurse, Mai came out to call him back five minutes after Stacey began her monologue.
She had him sit down on the chair next to the examination table. "How are you doing Dr. Reid?" She said in a soft, pleasant voice that he found soothing.
"I'm fine," he squeaked.
"Sure you are," She wrapped a blood pressure cuff around his arm. "Try to relax for a few minutes while I take your temperature and ask you a few questions."
She asked her questions while updating his chart on the computer. She added his temperature reading, pulse and blood pressure. Then he followed her out of the room to get weighed.
"You need to put on about twenty pounds." She lectured.
"Everyone says that," He retorted and she laughed.
"I'm sure they do."
She escorted him back to the examination room. "Please strip and put on the gown. Dr. Kelly will be in shortly." She indicated the gown lying on the table.
The next half hour was spent getting poked and prodded by the doctor and the lab people where he had to give blood and pee in a cup. Still, however embarrassing all of that might be for him, it was nothing compared to what was coming up next.
"I have to wait for some test results, but from what I've seen you're very healthy Dr Reid. You could stand to put on about twenty pounds."
"I know…" Reid said through gritted teeth. "The nurse said that same thing."
"You should listen to the nurses. They know what they're talking about."
"I thought the doctor was the expert."
Dr. Kelly laughed, "We like to think that we are nearly Gods, but it's the nurses that get most patients to do what the doctor wants."
"Then I guess I better take Mai's advice."
"If you want to keep her on good side, I suggest you do. She may be small and quiet, but she's tougher than I am."
"I'll keep that in mind."
"Now… we're at the hard part for a lot of men."
"Yes, I know."
"You can get dressed and follow me or leave the gown on. I want you to be comfortable."
"I'll get dressed."
The doctor left him alone to dress and a strange sort of calm seemed to fall over him as though the universe was telling him that everything would be okay.
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The room the doctor took him to for the donation process, was a lot different from what he expected it to be. It was outfitted like a living room in a house. There was a flat screen television with a DVD player hooked up next to it. The shelves around the television had what he expected, rows and rows of x-rated films. There was a comfortable looking couch in front of the television.
I'm not sitting there!
The thought of all the men that had been in this room and the activity they had engaged in while sitting on said couch was almost too much for him.
The doctor said - breaking into his thoughts - "I'll leave you alone, Dr Reid. Take your time and get comfortable. There's no rush. No one will bother you, I promise." The doctor smiled at him and then left the room. Reid went to the door and found that there wasn't a lock on it. Stupid fire regulations!
The room was completely silent as though someone had soundproofed it. Of course they did… Do you want to hear what goes on in here?
He paced the room with the specimen cup in his hand that the nurse had given him. The hard plastic of the container mocked him. It was empty and it was his job to give the lab boys something to test. He paced up and down for fifteen minutes, trying to slow his breathing.
It didn't work…
"Just get on with it."
He felt like someone was watching him, even though he knew that he was alone in this room. He was glad that he'd made Emily stay away. He couldn't handle it if she were out there waiting for him.
He decided to pick out a magazine and see what happened. There was a very recent copy of Hustler magazine on top of the stack next to the couch.
He went to the couch and sat down because the doctor said for him to get comfortable. The fact was that it didn't matter who had been there before him. It was his turn to do what he'd done off and on since he was thirteen years old.
He'd seen his share of naked women, mostly in his own collection of Playboys. These women were different though. None of them were remotely arousingfor him, so he picked up the Playboy and began flipping through it.
There were blonds, red heads, and brunettes, pretty much anything a guy could want, but it just wasn't working.
You're thinking about it too hard!
He decided to put the magazines aside and try to pretend that he was in his own space. Maybe if he felt safe his body would respond and he could get this over with till next week.
He didn't like movies like the ones that were in the shelves. Watching two people have sex embarrassed him instead of turning him on. He decided to just close his eyes and try to think about what he wanted.
He unzipped his pants and closed his eyes. What did he like? A face began to emerge in his mind. She had dark hair and dark eyes. She wasn't stunningly beautiful, but she reminded him of the old renaissance paintings he studied in college. She was a classic beauty with a strong face that was getting clearer in his mind.
The scent of her hair floated by his senses and sent tingles through his stomach. He could see the way she walked and the way she moved her hands or smiled. He wanted to put his hands in her hair and kiss her lips. He wanted to feel her skin against his and take in the smell of her body and drown in her heat.
The face of the woman that had been his elusive dream woman for months suddenly solidified behind his eyelids. Everything that had been so confusing in the last month made sense. He'd felt her touch before, had seen her sacrifice herself for him because she'd been unable to watch him suffer. She'd embraced him after their ordeal in Colorado and touched his hand on the plane after it was over.
Emily was the woman that he'd been falling for in his dreams and now his subconscious could no longer keep her out of his mind and heart. Then it was over in one final burst of agonizing feeling. He opened his eyes and lost her beautiful face. A deep sadness overtook his racing heartbeat and he felt tears collecting in the corner of his eyes because all was lost now.
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It took him nearly as long to get his emotions under control before leaving the room, as it had when the doctor had shut the door behind him. It didn't even matter that he had to take the sample back to the nurse. He felt blindsided by all he'd realized as a result of agreeing to this mad scheme. It didn't even matter though, because he was going to make this happen for her no matter what he had to do.
"Be sure to make an appointment for next week." Mai reminded him.
"I will…"
He headed back up to Stacey and made the next appointment. There were several more people in the room, but he barely noticed them. The sudden desire to get out of there was so strong he almost ran without waiting for Stacey to figure out a date and time for him. She filled out the appointment card for him. He took it and shoved it in his pocket without noticing that Stacey had written her cell number and name on the back.