Date: Sun, 22 Feb 2004 05:45:28 -0800 (PST)
From: taarob <taarob@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Good Doctor 4
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The Good Doctor 4
Sometimes the memory of a kiss lingers, playing again and
again in our minds like a recurring song, a melody that
insists on staying.
I drop Jase at daycare and he kisses me hard on the cheek
and then runs from the car to the door. I imagine a car
coming out of nowhere and careening wildly out of control
with its massive distasteful chrome grill headed straight
for my little boy. But he makes it inside safely. I know,
I know, it's all in my head! Maybe I'll relax when he's
thirty.
--I can still feel Pete's hand on my lower back as he kisses
me goodnight. The rise and fall of his chest, his warm
breath on my face. After the kiss he tilts his head
slightly to the left and smiles at me.--
I press a button in my car and the chain link gate next to
our warehouse and office slides open. Charlie, Jane and the
warehouse guys are already here, more proof that I'm such a
fuckup that I can't even beat my employees to work in the
morning.
--He moved my shirt away from my neck and then kissed me at
the base of my neck. His hair was soft on the side of my
face and his kiss in that spot sent a tsunami of heat
through my body like a sun exploding slowly inside of my
chest. I can still smell his hair.--
Jane nails me the second that I'm through the door.
"Rosemont ain't paid yet! You're gonna have to call em
again." The cigarette smell coming off of her clothing
almost knocks me over.
"Morning, Jane."
"And that dufuss," she waves a fistful of papers in
Charlie's general direction, "he's sending em more right
now. Now! As we speak!" I try for the millionth time to
imagine her as the young attractive girl she probably was
when my dad hired her like a million years ago. "Your
father would have a hemorrhage!"
She's never liked me because I'm not him. Adultery? With
my dad, never! At least I don't think so. I suspect that
any adultery that went on went on in Jane's head.
--Pete had pressed me up against the wall in the hallway to
the garage, his whole body pressed to mine. He's a bigger
guy than he looks, a powerful chest and that thing poking me
in the stomach felt pretty big too.--
I brush my hand across my forehead. "Okay, Jane, okay. Get
em on the phone, put it on my line." This same thing has
been repeated every month since my dad founded the company
more than forty years ago. It's my dad's favorite story.
Rosemont Transformer was his first customer. As I heard
like a zillion times. "Fifteen hundred dollars worth of
soldering tips, Eric. Back then that was a lot of money.
That kinda business didn't grow on trees. But they're slow
pay. They were then and they are now. But ya deal with
it."
I pick up the phone and hear. "Eric, honey, how do you
stand that old bitch?" The company was named Rosemont
because of the lady that I'm talking to, the Rose in
Rosemont. Her husband founded the company and then promptly
died leaving her with a company that she didn't understand
and two small children.
She laughs like a Teamster. "And before you fucking ask,
the check really is in the mail just like it's been for
forty years. Your old man shoulda fucked her back when that
was still possible and maybe she wouldn't be such an ornery
bitch now. For god sake, tell her that nobody's getting any
dick, it's not just her." I could hear the smile forming on
Rose's face. "That is honey, unless you're getting some."
I laughed. "You really think that I'd tell you if I was?
Too many people are watching my sex life already. This
keeps up I'm gonna have to have a web site to keep everybody
up to date."
"Well, Honey, word has it that a certain handsome young
doctor is slipping it to ya. Naturally a girl has to
protect her sources but as usual mine are unimpeachable."
I groan. "Tell me that the whole fucking world ISN'T
talking about this!"
"So he IS slipping it to you!"
"Rose! Nobodies slipping anything to anybody! We've barely
held hands!" My mind races through the list of possible
squealers. "Holy shit, Rose, this isn't my mother telling
people this shit is it?"
She scoffs. "Don't be an idiot!" That's harder to do than
she realizes. "You really think that your mom would be
telling people that? Relax! I heard it from someone you
don't know and who, for that matter doesn't know you." She
chuckles. "He is a dreamboat though. I guess you young
people don't call people dreamboats anymore but that's what
we used to call em. Like Gary Cooper! Woof!"
"Pete doesn't look anything like Gary Cooper."
"Well actually, Honey, he does. Not probably the Gary
Cooper that you may have seen but Gary Cooper when he was
young. You should be delighted, Coop was a major stud. My
Fred got laid more than he ever knew because I'd be thinking
of Coop. Not that I didn't love my husband but sometimes ya
gotta have something to get your motor running. Know what I
mean, Honey?" She laughed loudly. "Look who I'm talking
to, at your age you probably can't turn the damn motor off!
Well, if the next time I see you you got this all dreamy
look in your eyes I guess I'll know who put it there."
--That kiss.--
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Charlie, a few of the warehouse guys and myself are having
lunch back in the warehouse where there are no telephones.
Well, my cell but I'll ignore it.
Charlie is a bit over weight and is dressed in overalls that
give him kind of a sausage look. We're eating a couple of
pizza's that I had delivered.
"Mr. Cortland, you didn't really want us to hold up that
shipment to Rosemont did ya?"
"Fuck no, Charlie! Jane just got upset but don't worry, you
did the right thing. Don't ever let her talk you into
stopping something that you think you should be doing. If
you got any doubts call me on my cell."
Charlie takes one bite that consumes half a slice of pizza.
"She's a nice lady, you know what I mean, Mr. Cortland?
It's just that sometimes she gets a little....excited. She
was that way when your dad was here too. Well, maybe not so
bad but pretty much the same."
The word "bitch" comes from one of the young warehouse
workers and Charlie turns and points at him. "Andy! You
know better than that! She's a lady and she works with us!
Maybe she's havin a bad day but.....but she's still a lady."
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I'm walking through our shipping department when my cell
phone rings. Pleeeeeaaase be him!
"Eric." Yes! Pete says my name differently than anyone
else on earth, softer, warmer and something more.
"Hi, Pete." I wanna tap dance across the floor. "I was
hoping.....well, I was gonna call you but it's been total
shit here." Did I mention that when he hugged me I could
feel his nipples underneath his shirt.
He laughs. "I was just a little worried that.....well, like
maybe I freaked you out last night. I probably should have
waited. We haven't really had much time together." Oh
fuck! He's gonna breakup with me even before we've had
sex!"
"Pete.......it made me feel good...knowing that you felt
that way, it made me happy." When he was kissing me
goodnight his hands traveled down and held my butt. I
buried my face in the crook of his neck.
"That's all that I care about, Babe." There's that throaty
quality again. It makes my whole fucking body vibrate. "I
want you feeling good." He called me, Babe. That's the
kinda thing you call your boyfriend.
Suddenly I feel all weird and confused. "So how's your day
going?"
"Well the flu seems to be working itself out so things are
easing here a bit. I'm sitting in my office having a
sandwich."
I laugh. "Giving a lot of prostate exams?" Stupid ass
thing to say! Where do I get this shit?
Pete laughs hard. "Actually, Pete, there's a lot fewer of
those given than you might think." He was silent for a
moment and then spoke softly his voice assuming a deeper
more seductive quality. "But my technique is pretty
good.....and I can be really thorough.....but gentle, you
know like if you ever...." See idiot! Now he thinks you
wanna get fucked.
I laughed nervously but I was kinda hoping he that he didn't
hear the nervous part. "Would you wear a lab coat while you
were doing it?"
Pete laughed deeply. "This is probably a subject that we
should.....probe more deeply at another time." Oh yeah! He
wants to fuck me!
I've never been fucked! But ever since that truck driver
had his finger up there I've been thinking about. Actually
more than just common garden variety thinking about it, more
like fantasizing and maybe even.....well.....craving. The
thing is that that morning that Pete showed up at our house
with a pot of soup in his hands he had a "I wanna fuck you"
look in his beautiful blue eyes.
Pete says. "What are you gonna be doin later?"
The words don't seem to come outta my mouth and then finally
I cough and that seems to help. "The gym." I clear my
throat. "I'm picking up Jason at daycare and we're goin to
the gym."
"Jase isn't weight lifting, is he?" He's teasing but it
takes me a couple of seconds to realize that cause I've
still got fucking on my mind.
I laugh. "Nope, I'm doing that, Jase is gonna play with the
other kids and then we'll swim together. The pools heated.
I'm a pretty good swimmer and I'm trying to teach him. You
don't think he's too young do you?"
"No. No, not if you're a good swimmer and Jase wants to do
it. Kids can swim a lot early even than that but of course
they need supervision." He reverts to being Doctor O'Connor
from time to time. It's one of the things that I love about
him. Love? Where did that come from?
"He loves it. Besides we get to spend some time together."
"Well....I was wondering if it'd be okay if I stopped by
later tonight." He sounded all concerned. "Unless you
think that this is happening too fast. I don't wanna push
you."
"Yeah! That'd be great." Did I say that too fast? Maybe I
shoulda been like all coy. But the thing is that I really
really like Pete and I also really really need someone.
It's just too hard and lonely being by yourself. Having
Jason is like a miracle, like a gift that nobodies worthy of
but it's not enough for that other part of me.
"I was thinking like maybe around eight? This is one of our
late nights at the clinic and that's about as soon as I
could get there."
"That'd be good."
"Will I be early enough to say good night to Jase?"
"He doesn't bug you too much?" Important question.
Pete laughs. "Yeah it's really rough being hugged by a five
year old." He's such an adult!
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I finish my workout and go bail Jase out of the gym's
daycare facility. It's really not too bad, there are
usually a dozen or so other kids there for him to play with
and he knows that I'm only gonna be forty-five minutes or
so. We head down to the locker room and change into our
bathing suits and then hit the pool.
My parents always had a summer home on a lake, they still do
and it was because of that and because my dad was a great
swimmer that I became one too.
I try and get in a few laps while still keeping an eye on
Jase and then I launch him a few times. That's when I swim
up under him, lifting him up and launching him into the air.
He loves it! All the kids do, I'm not the only dad doing
it. Jase likes it when I swim backwards and he has his arms
wrapped around my neck and he's just kinda haning on. I
like too, it feels so good to hold him.
After that we shower and change back into our street
clothes. Jase has even got his own little gym bag. I want
him to get totally into the habit of taking care of his body
and he really seems to love it.
Ten minutes later we're walking into the house from the
garage. My mom is making sure that we don't starve and has
laid out a dinner that's bigger than either one of us wants
to eat
She wipes her hands on a dishtowel and bends down to kiss
Jason.
"Now boys you're dinner is all set up and I have to be
going." Going? Since when does she just go?
"Mom, are you feeling okay?" She's acting all fluttery and
totally ignores me.
"Now Jason, sweetheart, you eat your dinner and then get
into your pajamas."
"Mom, why does he have to get into his pajamas? It's only
five o'clock." She gives me this all panicky look.
Jason climbs up onto his chair and starts eating but then
looks over at me and says. "Cause you and Doctor O'Connor
are gonna have a sleepover right Grandma?"
"Mom? Could I talk to you in the living room?"
"Eric, honey, I gotta go, your father is waiting for me.
You know how he gets."
"Mother!"
I practically have to drag her into the living room. "What
have you done?" I'm practically spitting the words out.
"Sweetheart!" She touches my face with the tips of her
fingers. "He went to Harvard! He did his internship at
Massachusetts General! He's perfect!" I'll have to
remember all that as his nine inch, well I can hope, dick is
ripping into my asshole. Have I really made a decision
about that?
"Mom, it's like you're selling me!"
"Darling, he's perfect for you! He's got an interest in
that clinic you know!" Where does she GET this information,
is there some secret cabal of mothers out there gathering
information about possible mates for their kids.
The thing is, the disturbing thing, is that she's right,
she's always right. The image flashes through my mind of
mom in her blue print housedress sitting at a long table at
Barnes and Noble using her dishtowel to carefully wipe off
each copy of her book, Family Combat by Helen Cortland, a
guide to tactical decision making for the modern family and
then carefully autographing it in her tiny neat script.
There are lines of less well-informed young mothers
snatching up copies.
Jase has taken about ten bites and then wondered into the
family room and is sitting in front of the tv. I kneel down
behind him and pull him to me and kiss him. He doesn't look
up he's used to it. He's really a bottomless bucket of need
that I could and will pour love into forever. It's his
right and he knows it. I know it too. In a way he's the
only thing that's really mine and of course that won't last,
at least not like this.