Bill, in his thirties, is anxiously waiting to be called back in the reception area of a small solo practice near his home. Dressed in blue dockers and a white polo shirt, two others have already disappeared into the back, with nobody emerging.

Shortly, the attractive nurse, close to his age, in the navy-blue scrub pants and hot air balloon top opens the door, and with a smile, Bill? c'mon back!

Rising, he unfolds himself to his full 6'1, and dwarfs the petite nurse, who shares her name is Mary, and leads him into a short hallway, with three rooms on each side, one of which has a chair with a woman, slightly older than he is, who smiles when she sees him. BIll! I didn't know you came here!

Mary stops, surprised, and waits for them to exchange greetings, waiting in the next door.

It's my first time, I, need to change docs.

Well, we all love him! Johnny, I, uh, mean John, is in now. They hear measured coughing, Mom blushes, and Bill smiles, I remember those days! Good to see you, see you at church!

Walking toward Mary, they enter the room, and she closes the door, softly. They hear the door next door open, and voices chatting next door, as Mary smiles, So, what brings you in?

Wellll, We just moved here a few months ago, and my wife, who's a nurse, thinks I need to get checked out. My last exam was the pre-employment for Enormous Industries, but she says that doesn't count.

She grins, well, Dr. S is more thorough than that! I remember I worked there briefly one summer, and it was basically at least for girls, if you were breathing you passed.

Bill smiles, yep, basically just vitals, and checked my hernia status.

Mary asked, and before that? Just sick visits? or did you actually have a physical at some point?

My family doc did my college physical, that was, uh, 15 years ago. Except for sickness, I haven't really kept up, I got a masters, but it was at the same place, so, they had the records at Helth Services.

They hear Dr. S order injections for Johnny, I mean John, and a door opens and he enters a room across the hall.

They continue for a moment or so, chatting about allergies, and then she casually tells him to just slip everything above the waist, and Dr. will be in shortly.

He asks, somewhat surprised, and she verifies that's the instructions. She passes him a cup, and tells him that the doc will be in shortly. He blushes slightly, takes the cup, and turns left, heading for the restroom.

When he exits, he sees Mary entering the room next to where he is, with a tray with two syringes, As he enters his room, he hears a male voice from across the hall, Well Hey, Jim! So, Mr. Greene is up next, he thinks.

Slipping his polo off, and removing the black a shirt underneath, exposing well developed, toned torso. He then shrugs, and slips his black slip ons off, sitting on the end of the table in just his dockers and socks, waiting on the doc.