When I got back to my apartment after meeting Cindy, I picked up my mail downstairs. As I flipped through the items walking up the four flights to my floor, the last envelope was from the property management company that managed my building. I was sure it was a warning letter regarding my rent payment that was now over a week late.

When I got into my chilly apartment, I threw the mail on the table, pulled the folded up sheet of payments Cindy had given me out of my pocket, and flopped on the couch. I looked through it once again and felt the same trepidation as I got down to the more lucrative procedures and had to close my eyes as I envisioned what it might be like to submit to these. I had always been pretty healthy and other than knee surgery 5 years ago, had close to zero experience with invasive medical procedures. I let the sheet fall to the floor and stared up at the ceiling with its peeling white paint. It was simple though. The decision was already made out of financial necessity, I just needed to come to grips with it. I picked up my phone and texted Cindy, “I’m interested. The next step?”

Cindy replied in matter of seconds, “AWESOME! Why don’t we meet at the studio so I can give you a tour! Some more info, and we can get into the finer details? I’m free all day today and every afternoon this week. Let me know what time and day work best for you! I will do everything I can to make sure you will not regret this decision!”

For me to get such an enthusiastic response from an attractive woman is normally cause for giddy excitement and celebration, but my reaction was subdued because what I was embarking on. This was not going to be a normal “date” or anything like that. I was in fact signing up to have her to watch a male doctor handle my penis and “assist” him as he did yet to be determined things to my butt. In a way, I think I would have an easier time dealing with the idea of it all if Cindy were an unattractive nerd.

I replied, “I’m free tomorrow afternoon. Where should I meet you?”

Cindy texted me the address and asked me to be there at 1:00PM and that I should expect to be there for about two hours.

It was an awful night of sleep which was punctuated by stints of staring at the ceiling and checking my phone for messages from Cindy. I wasn’t sure if I was hoping she would cancel our meeting or offer me a pep talk of encouragement. I left my bed unrested and took a long shower. I wondered if I should scrub more or do anything differently. It was just a meeting, right? I did pick a new pair or underwear to put on. I’m not sure why — maybe regarding it as some odd type of good luck charm.