Date: Mon, 19 Jan 2004 16:47:41 -0600
From: robert brown <rbrown001@cox.net>
Subject: Unspoken Agreement, Part One

		      The Unspoken Agreement - Part 1

    Late afternoon on a Friday.  Most personnel had already left the base
for the weekend. I was the only doctor on duty in the clinic that
afternoon, three guys left in the waiting room, standing between me and a
three-day weekend.

    One had his arm in a cast, one needed a series of shots, and one was a
six foot four strapping guy with some kind of problem between his legs.

    I sent the broken arm to x-ray, told the nurse to give the injections
and then to go off-duty, but the tall hunky guy, I decided to investigate
myself.  As we went into the small examining room, I asked him what his
problem was.  He mumbled something about a dull pain in the lower part of
his body, inside his crotch area.

    Telling him to take off his fatigues and shorts, I said let's look at
the area and see what the problem might be.  Then, having a hunch I'd enjoy
watching this one, I sat down on the low swivel seat only a few feet away,
watching with keen interest as he took off his clothes.

    Pulling his snug T-shirt off over his head, he revealed a muscular
chest with an impressive set of full pectoral muscles and pumped, muscular
arms.  Looking steadily over his upper body, I asked if he worked out a lot
with weights.

    Running his hands over his upper body and arms, he said yes, almost
every day in the gym or just by his bunk, lifting hand weights or
something.  I said that could be our problem, but it sure produced good
results for him. He smiled with a bit of embarrassment as my eyes lingered
over his nervously-flexing pecs.

    He didn't seem to have much body hair, but as he unbuttoned his pants
and opened his fly, they slid down on his hips, revealing a dark line of
hair running from just below his navel, lost inside his loose shorts.

    Sensing my cock begin to stir in my loose scrubs, I visioned it
continuing inside his shorts, forming a short-clipped bush of fragrant,
thick pubic hair and then disappearing, imperceptibly lost inside his full
and meaty groin.




    Almost feeling my lips following that trail onto his meat, I realized
he'd stopped undressing, looking at the floor, seeming to hesitate pulling
down his shorts.

    Indicating his shorts too, I watched as he reluctantly slipped his
fingers inside the waist band and slid his shorts slowly down over what was
soon revealed as a very generously-endowed crotch.  Watching with
increasing interest as he pulled his shorts off his feet, I felt myself
leaning toward his curiously swollen cock as it swayed heavily back and
forth, inches from my eyes.

    Standing fully naked before me, legs parted, he looked to the side and
at the floor, as I leaned back in the swivel chair, gazing at his body,
wondering if his cock were normally that large, or was he getting aroused
for some reason.

    As he looked steadily to the side, I asked him to tell me about the
pain he'd been experiencing.  As he spoke, slowly and in a low voice, my
eyes moved carefully over one of the largest cocks and set of balls I'd
seen in several years of medical practice in the military, examining
thousands of male groins.

    Getting more and more anxious to begin the examination, so I could run
my hands over his really awesome package, I waited until I was more in
control.

    Exercising restraint, I took a deep breath and continued the oral
examination. As I asked him to show me where he'd had the most discomfort,
he indicated his very prominent set of balls, saying they got pretty sore
sometimes.

    Spreading his legs apart, he moved his bull-size balls up into his
hand, pointing out exactly where the pain was the worse.  Rubbing his
fingers over the surface of one ball, he said sometimes, especially lately,
this one had gotten very sore and hot.

    No longer able to restrain myself, I took his heavy sack into my own
hands, his body stiffening at the warm but unexpectedly sudden touch of my
hand.  Holding them firmly, moving them slowly against my fingers, I asked
if that hurt him at all.

    Opening his eyes, he shook his head slowly, smiling faintly as, loving
the feel of their heavy fullness in my hands, I slowly examined each of
them as long as I thought I could, justifiably.  Fascinated by their size,
I turned them around, rubbing and squeezing them gently as his heavy sack
eased gradually against my palm.



    Very excited, essentially playing with his velvet balls, I caught
myself quietly moan from the strongly masculine scent of his warm meat as
my trembling hands grazed his soft inner thighs, my fingers caressing his
balls throbbing in my hand.

    Forcing myself to speak, I said they did seem a bit feverous but,
pressing around slowly inside other parts of his groin with the other hand,
I said most of his groin seemed an even, normal temperature.

    Then, opening his muscular thighs further apart, I rubbed the back of
my hands against the smooth, soft flesh inside his upper thighs, as he
leaned back on the side of the examining table, opening his legs slightly
wider.

    Inhaling the warm, pungent scent of his groin, I moved my hand
excitedly between his full thighs, rubbing his scrotum and the warm, soft
skin between it and his ass hole, thoroughly enjoying the feel of the
smooth and sensitive skin under his sack, his firm balls inside moving
heavily against the palms of my hands.

    Pulling back slightly from what must have been powerfully erotic
stimulation by my hands, he actually tilted his crotch up as his hips
lifted slightly up from the table, making his meat even more available to
my hands.  His large dick, clearly swelling even more, fell heavily back
against his groin, lying lazily against a cushion of thick pubic hair.

    Apparently embarrassed by its swelling, he looked at the wall and
ceiling the whole time I examined the soft inner sides of his upper thighs,
unleashing waves of fresh crotch scent from the warm and fragrant skin
underneath his scrotum, rich in sensitive areas I tried not to miss
touching.

    Watching his then huge cock flopping against my hand and forearm, I
wanted badly to hold it and feel its swelling fullness. I surprised both of
us by asking if there were ever any pain at the thick base of his penis.

    He said he wasn't sure . . . maybe.

    Slowly moving my fingers against that thick base, as the fullness of
his shaft moved sensuously against the palm of my hand, I watched his eyes
close and head turn gradually once again as he began sucking his bottom lip
between his teeth.



    But as I grew bolder, squeezing the velvety sides of its amazingly
thick girth, his reaction was swift, suddenly jerking involuntarily back
from the pressure of my hand on his warm sensitive dick, his hand reaching
for his cock, but stopping just above it, so as not to interfere with the
movements of my hand.

    Ignoring this reflex action, I pressed around the base of his shaft,
feeling it grow and lengthen rapidly in my hand, while telling him
professionally not to worry about that. It was a normal reaction, happening
all the time.  Pressing his lips together, his eyes almost closed, he
slowly began to relax, giving up control of his cock.

    When I asked him if he masturbated an excessive amount, he was silent
for a moment, then said he wasn't sure what I meant. I asked if he beat his
meat a lot, and he said no, at least not very much. But some times.

    Eventually releasing his dick, I asked him to show me how he beat off.
Stunned, he asked if I meant for him to do right then. I said that no, but
just enough that I could see how he did. I wanted to see what damage that
might have caused him.

    Leaning back on the table, he took his sizable piece of meat in his
right hand, held it for a moment, and then jacked it lightly underhanded,
stopping when I asked if he always did it that gently. Blushing, he said he
didn't know what I meant.

    Impulsively taking his dick back in my hand, I said to let me explain
something to him.  Holding his nearly hard shaft firmly in my hand, also
underhandedly, I stroked it a few times, soon getting short of breath from
this first full contact with his very thick, heavy meat in my hand.

    Responding to the erotic stimulation of my hand on his cock, he gripped
the sides of the table, pulling automatically back from the action of my
hand.

    But, holding his body steady as I continued to stroke his shaft, I
explained that if he did hit himself on the downward stroke of his shaft,
like this (demonstrating the pressure of a jab against his groin), every
time he hit himself like this (demonstrating it again), it could easily
cause some internal bruising which would make his whole groin sore or
damage his testicles if he hit them too hard against his hand or body.





    Asking if he understood what I was saying, I tried to stop stroking his
dick, as I listened to his reply, but loving the feel of his thick, firm
meat sliding snugly inside my fisted hand, I had to force myself let go of
it, watching as he tried to cover its new erection with his arm.

    Noticing his dick was red and irritated from my enthusiastic
demonstration, I suggested putting some ointment on it to soothe the skin.

    As I slowly rubbed some soothing cream around the warm sides of his
cock, he turned his face away, closing his eyes to savor the pleasurable
feeling it aroused in his dick.  Then, continuing to massage an even larger
amount of cream down and over his cock, I felt his body relax, his crotch
gently moving into the firm grasp of my hand as his chest began to rise and
fall more rapidly.

    This time it must have felt too good.  Suddenly as I moved my fingers
over the sensitive head of his swollen dick, he sat up on the edge of the
table and then stood up with his feet on the floor, saying nothing but
holding his swollen cock firmly up against his leg. I thought he'd probably
soon leave. I'd gone too far.

    As I turned and was wiping off my hand, I heard him clear his throat,
saying he always did it dry handed, but that sure felt good. He said maybe
spit would do just as well. He'd heard some guys talk about that.

    I agreed, but pointed out since he was uncircumsized, dry handed was
possibly safer and cleaner, if done correctly. He looked at me
blankly. Then, holding the foreskin and sliding it up and down over the
thick head of his dick, he said he didn't see how that could cause the pain
in his groin.

    Smiling, I said no, of course not, pointing out the pain may not be due
at all to something he did. It was just one possibility of many that we had
to eliminate. He might have a hernia or pulled muscle in his groin.

    My hands on either side of his muscular hips, my fingers pressing
slightly into the smooth skin of his firm and rounded cheeks, I pulled him
over to my seated body, asking when he'd last been examined for signs of
hernias in his groin. He shrugged, saying he guessed that was what they
were looking for when he got his physical for the service.



    Sliding my hand gently between his thighs and feeling up under his huge
balls with my fingers, I told him to turn his head and cough a few times.
Then slowly rubbing the soft skin between his full butt cheeks and lightly
over his smooth anus, I pressed in at different points inside his groin.

    As I slowly rubbed and caressed the warm fleshy areas of his groin, his
naked lower body was forced up against my chest, his muscular stomach
against my cheek.  Several times, I asked if this or that hurt, hearing his
low voice reverberate inside his body as he shook his head, saying no, more
slowly each time.

    Finally, pulling my hand very reluctantly off the warm, velvet-soft
flesh inside his groin, I said there was probably one thing left to check.
The pain was probably due to some problem with his prostate, asking if he'd
ever had it checked before.

    Shaking his head, he said he didn't think so, but he didn't really know
where it was. When I said it was inside his rectum, his eyes opened wider,
and he said yes, he'd had it checked before and it was painful.

    Telling him it wouldn't hurt nearly as bad if he was relaxed and didn't
fight it, I said to lie back against the table.

    As he did, I said to bend his legs at the knees, open them as much as
he could, and push his groin up toward me as I held the cheeks of his butt
in my hands.

    He did as I said and, steadying him on the table, holding the full
cheeks of his butt firmly in each hand, I felt his body twist and turn, his
butt moving to the edge of the table, stopping just below his spread ass.

    Looking at his soft pink ass hole, nervously puckering as it waited for
my probing finger, I sincerely wished it could be my dick he was about to
feel sliding inside his ass.  But, it wasn't.

    Still, as I felt the full cheeks of his ass slide from my hands, I
marveled at what a sweet full ass I had spread eagle before me,
anticipating the pleasures to come as I examined it.





    Aroused by rubbing the full, smooth contours of his rounded, muscular
butt cheeks with one hand, I dabbed the fingers of my other hand into a jar
of lubricant, spreading some of it around and down inside his tight ass
hole, soon becoming virtually fascinated by its slowly pulling off my
fingers as they in turn, passed over his hole, repeatedly forcing
themselves one at a time into its tight opening and lingering sensuously
just inside it.

    Fantasizing it was my cock the sides of his hole were clinging to and
stimulating with their nervous contractions against each one, I was
hypnotized by the sensations I was feeling and soon had to force myself to
stop teasing his responsive ass hole.

    Asking how he was doing, I noticed his eyes tightly closed, the only
sound he made a low, almost imperceptible moan, more like breathing.

    His huge sack of balls cupped snugly into one hand, I held them up away
from his hole, as I worked only the middle finger of my other hand slowly
into his very tigt hole, again teasing the rigid sides of his anus, but
only for a moment, thoroughly enjoying its almost combative nibbling of my
finger.

    Then as its warm pressure relaxed more against my finger, I moved it
further inside his tight butt, as his moaning became more audible.

    At that point, I heard him protest the pain as he tried to pull off my
finger, but with no luck. I held his body firmly, cautioning him to relax
and it wouldn't feel as uncomfortable.  Then feeling around his prostate, I
discovered it was, as I'd expected, very warm and somewhat enlarged, sure
signs of low grade infection.

    Telling him we were almost finished, I withdrew my finger slightly, but
reluctant to end what was for me a very erotic and enjoyable procedure, I
allowed myself to move it slowly around the sides of his anus, loving the
feeling of thrusting inside the tight warmth of his butt, only mildly
distracted by his faint moans of discomfort, but soon realizing they were
as much from enjoyment as pain.

   Most straight men definitely didn't like this procedure.  But, even if
they did, they were very uncomfortable with accepting that they did. But
from all indications, this guy liked it a lot and didn't seem to mind
showing it.




    Looking as his cock, still swollen and extended from his groin, I could
detect clear evidence of his pleasure. The large head of his cock was
covered with thin layers of precum and prostate fluid which were still
oozing from his wide slit.

    Wanting badly to put my mouth over it and suck out his sperm, I became
very aroused, finally having to again force myself to withdraw my finger
from his ass, sitting once again on the swivel chair.

    Closing his legs, he moved up on the table and, noticing the sticky
mess on the head of his cock, he tried to hide the traces of his leakage
with his hand.

    Turning my head, seeming to ignore this, I told him I suspected his
problem was with his prostate, but I'd need a sample of his fluid to test
to be sure.

    When he asked what that meant, I explained I'd have to press again on
his prostate, deep inside his butt, with my fingers and try to force the
fluid out through his penis.

     Frowning, he asked if there weren't any other way to do it.

    Thinking a moment, I said yes, there was another procedure that was
easier and not at all painful, but I'd have to have his full cooperation to
do it. He eagerly said no problem.  He'd do anything I told him to do.

    Telling him to lie back on the edge of the examining table once more ,
I said he needed to spread his legs wide apart, as he had the last time.
He could let his long legs dangle over the sides of the table, just so long
as his back was flat on the table and his groin was tilted up and fully
available to me.

    Taking a small towel from the cabinet, I asked how long it had been
since he last masturbated and ejaculated a large amount of sperm. He said
at least two, maybe three months.

    Surprised, but pleased it had been that long, I recalled the unusually
large amount of fluid he'd secreted during the last procedure and
anticipated a heavy load of ejaculant this time.




    Telling him to close his eyes, I put the soft, folded towel over his
eyes, asking if any light were coming through.  He said no, it was as if
the lights were turned out.  I said that was good. I wanted him to relax as
if he were sleeping.  It would make it easier for him to release a larger
sample of the fluid we needed into a collection container.

    Taking a deep breath, he settled on the table, ready to begin. I looked
at him from time to time as I prepared. Then, sitting on the stool, pulled
up between his legs, I told him I was going to massage his penis and his
groin, trying to stimulate a prompt ejaculation of fluid which would
contain the prostate sample.

    I said not to be surprised if I used different techniques during the
procedure. I would try several to see which worked best. All I wanted him
to do was relax and concentrate on the sensations he felt in his groin.

    I thought it would feel quite good at times, if he relaxed into it and
focused only on what he was feeling and go with the feeling he had.

    Taking an ordinary condom, I said I would slip a collection tube over
the head of his penis in which he could release as much ejaculant as I
could stimulate from his groin. He would feel a snug pressure of rubber
over the tip of his penis. Then when he was ready, he could ejaculate as
much as he could.

    His dick was already swollen with anticipation and swaying from side to
side. Holding it firmly, I stroked and squeezed it hard enough to slip the
condom over only the head of his dick.  Then, fitting it snugly in place, I
stroked the length of his cock, firmly from the base forward, again loving
the feeling of his thick, swollen meat in my hand.

    I was amazed how quickly it swelled from the warm caresses of my hand
and the gentle stimulation of my fingers moving over his balls. It
increased dramatically in size, the head swelling visibly inside the
snug-fitting condom.

    Leaning over and inhaling the male scent of his groin, I relished the
feeling his full mass of warm meat in my hand, my own cock beginning to
stir restlessly in my crotch, pressing against my thin scrubs.




    Squeezing his huge meat, groping it gently in my warm hand, I heard him
sigh a couple of times, as I felt his lower body begin to thrust slightly
against my hands, seeking even more pleasurable stimulation.

    Milking the thick base of his hugely-swollen shaft, I couldn't resist
running my parted lips and moist tongue along the swollen spine underneath
his very hard dick and running the length of the shaft.  As it swelled
rapidly against my sucking lips, I suddenly felt his lower body pulling
back slightly from my lips.

    Continuing to stroke his cock, I slowed, asking quietly if that hurt.

    His body slowly relaxing, but still breathing hard, I heard him say in
a low voice no . . . no, it felt good . . . . really good.

    Snuggling my mouth up between his balls and inner thighs, I licked and
sucked the soft skin inside his upper thighs, as I stroked the tender skin
on his lower stomach with one hand, running my fingers passionately up and
down the trail of dark hairs that led up from his pubic area.

    His skin was smooth and warmly soft under my roaming hand, his
breathing soon becoming rapidly more labored as his cock pulsed against the
sides of my mouth. Taking a deep breath, he sighed audibly.

    As I told him quietly to relax, that it would end soon, he said faintly
he didn't know if he wanted it to end soon.  Then I heard him say something
like taking my time and something else I didn't understand.

    Smiling to myself, I wanted to say all he had to do was hold it back as
long as he could and we'd continue this all night.  Then, as I stroked his
cock, I noticed the condom was about to slip off the very thick, painfully
swollen head of his cock.

    Pulling it gently the rest of the way off his very red and swollen cock
head, I placed it on the table next to the stool, fascinated by the
generous amount of thick, glistening precum I watched oozing from its large
slit and running down the side of its huge, moist head.





    Without thinking and badly wanting to taste the head of his cock, I
slid my mouth eagerly down over the head of his cock, licking the creamy
thick cum onto my tongue before sliding my warm mouth over much of his
shaft.

    Responding visibly to the moist pressure of my lips and mouth moving
down over his tense, hard shaft, his body jerked and pulled away but, as I
sucked gently on his shaft, he soon settled once more and, becoming quite
aroused by this apparently wonderful feeling, began to rub his chest
slowly, occasionally pinching his nipples and moving his hips in rhythm
with the strokes of my mouth.

    I was delighted he'd accepted what was obviously my mouth sucking his
cock. Neither of us said or did anything to change the mood of that new,
unexpectedly intense level of our sexual intimacy.

    Loving intensely the taste and texture of his warm cock against my
tongue, I sucked as much of his huge shaft into my mouth as I could,
sucking it firmly, but hopefully not so much that he'd cum soon. I also
wanted our little sexual encounter to continue as long as possible.

    I was close, however, to making a near-fatal mistake.

    Savoring the unbridled pleasure of feeling his cock sliding inside my
mouth, pressing firmly against my tongue and lips, I reveled in the strong
scents and subtle aromas of his warm, masculine crotch, becoming suddenly
uncontrollably aroused.

    Running my hands urgently up and down his stomach and chest, squeezing
the muscles of his upper body firmly, twisting his full pecs in my hands as
I massaged their hard, prominent nipples with my fingers, I sucked long and
deep on his cock, deep-throating it frequently, as I moaned loudly.

    As I did, his body stiffened slightly, his hands holding mine still on
his pecs until, returning his arms to his side, he lay motionless on the
examining table, giving me no feed back, his excitement waning.

    Feeling I was becoming too bold, perhaps frightening him, I wasn't sure
what I should do, but I knew I needed to ease off a little.




    Sliding my hands slowly back down over his hard, muscular stomach, I
held his cock in my mouth, sucking it more gently, as I collected my
thoughts.

    It occurred to me that my passion, suddenly out of control, had gone
beyond the clinically-objective premise under which our sexual intimacy had
been allowed to begin. I had moved perhaps too far beyond the initial
premise of the involvement he'd agreed to.

    Relaxing my hands on his body, I increased the pressure of my
still-hungry mouth on his thick and tender meat, massaging it firmly with
my tongue, tenderly caressing his balls in my warm hands and stroking his
soft inner thighs once again.

    In time, I felt his crotch yield more and more to my silently
affectionate touch.

    Then, accepting this very pleasurable stimulation, his body relaxed
once more, his cock soon thrusting even more openly against my sucking lips
and deep into my mouth with increasing enthusiasm and pleasure, which in
itself was a large concession on his part to the unwritten limitations of
our clinical sexual encounter.

    Shortly after my retreat, his noticeably swollen dick continued to
thicken in my mouth until it reached enormous size once again, leaking
profusely the rich taste of his precum onto my tongue.

    Afraid he might cum soon, I slowly pulled off his cock, holding it
firmly in my hand as I licked and sucked gently on his balls and up under
his full sack, moving my full lips against his hugely-swollen bull-like
balls.

    Trying to calm down more myself, my own cock extremely hard and aching,
I pushed my face gently inside his meaty crotch, sensing a flood of male
scent and tastes assault my senses, moving me once more very deeply.

    Sucking gently on his hugely-swollen cock, I pulled the waistband of my
scrubs down over my meat, freeing my impossibly hard cock.  Stroking it a
few times, I realized I'd have to cum soon.

    Slipping the condom I'd earlier taken off his cock, then partially onto
my achingly hard cock, I stroked it over my full cock firmly in one hand.



    Then, stroking his thick shaft with the other, I milked the tender,
sensitive head of his cock with my lips, loving the traces of warm, thick
sperm which he frequently secreted into my mouth.  Exhilarated by the
strong taste of his cum, I knew I wanted all of his thick sperm, not only a
small part of it.

    Deciding to take his load, I'd cum in the condom myself, substituting
mine as the supposed test sample for which we'd begun our mutual sexual
adventure.

    Easing very close to orgasm, I felt his cock flare against the sides of
my lips and his huge shaft jerk against my tongue as I felt his warm sperm
ooze and then spurt forcefully in thick, creamy amounts onto my mouth
several times.

    Tasting its rich fullness against the sides of my mouth and tongue, I
moaned with pure delight as I felt his hands on the back of my head,
holding my mouth still on his cock as he then emptied a second load of
thick, sweet cream against my tongue.

    Savoring it in my mouth as he breathed deeply and moaned almost
painfully from the wonderful sensation of emptying his terrific load, I
felt waves of my own load spurting heavily from my slit, pulsing repeatedly
into the snug condom.

    Continuing to suck his sperm from his slit, I worked the condom off of
my own sensitive dick, placing it carefully on the table next to the stool,
as he grasped the sides of the examining table, trying not to cry out from
the intensity of sensation still rising from deep inside his groin.

    Spurting at first and then gushing yet another time into my mouth, his
strong- tasting sperm soon filled my mouth, even as I swallowed large
amounts directly down into my throat.

    Thrusting urgently inside my mouth, he allowed himself for a short time
to react audibly, releasing intensely high levels of sexual energy.  But
then, as I felt his body slowly relax against the table, I eased my mouth
off his still firm and swollen cock, hearing his breathing slowly returning
to normal.

    Lying quietly on the table, he didn't speak, or react in any
way. Assuming he was perhaps dozing off, as his breathing seemed to deepen,
I leaned back in the swivel chair, gazing at his impressive naked body,
limp on the examining table.



    His exhausted meat hung loosely between his spread muscular legs, which
hung loosely over each side of the table, almost touching the floor.

    Getting up, I dried his damp, shiny crotch and, unable to resist a
farewell tour, I moved my lips and tongue over his sweating meat, sucking
lightly on his still swollen dick, tasting the residue of his unbelievably
large orgasms and wondering if I'd ever be able to have this intense
pleasure again.

    I thought it entirely possible he hadn't actually cum in a couple of
mouths, but balls the size of his could produce a huge amount of cum on
demand.

    Sitting back against the wall on the swivel chair, looking at his shiny
red and swollen meat laying across the examining table between his still
spread thighs, I was still amazed at its size and the amount of ejaculant
he'd produced.

    Then, as I watched him stir and lift his feet flat up on the table, his
legs bent and closing painfully once more, he took the folded towel from
his face and asked if I'd gotten a good sample.

    Picking up the condom partially filled with my own cum, I looked at
him, saying yes, I'd send it over first thing in the morning.

    Looking at the condom and blinking his eyes, he tried to hide his
wonderment by getting off the table, his legs buckling slightly.  As he
slipped his shorts back on, he said he felt weak, but his body felt much
lighter. Smiling, he said maybe it was the treatment I'd given him. He felt
wonderful.

    I took the specimen and put it in the fridge. He looked at it closely
as I walked by him, but said nothing. I filled out a form about his
diagnosis as he finished dressing, asking when he could come back again.

    I said in a few days. We would decide then how much further treatment
he needed. I added that with a condition like his, he may need frequent and
prolonged therapy for who knew how long.

    He smiled and, lowering his eyes, looked at the floor.  Then, as he
seemed to be lost in thought, I heard him ask if I'd want to collect more
samples next time.


    I said yes, that was part of the treatment, and he'd have to agree, it
didn't hurt all that much. Trying not to smile too much as he opened the
door, he said yes, I was sure right about that.