The knock didn't sound like it was on his door, and he heard a faint conversation. Then, suddenly, there was a double knock, just as Mr. Greene yelped, and the door opened, revealing an older, ram rod straight gentleman.

Hey, I'm Dr. S. They tell me I'm going to do a physical? He extended his righht hand, as the startled patient grinned, meetiing the hand, amazed at the strength of the shake.

I'm William, but I go by Bill. Glad to meet you. Smiling at the red and blue rep tie, Ole Miss?

Dr. S smiled, yes, both college and Med. Moved north of the border for some reason, smiling, just never went back. So, how many years has it been, Bill?

Except for sick visits, which I haven't had a lot of, and a nearly useless job physical a few years ago, since high school.

Any issues, besides the wife, he asked, grinning. The nurse told me that was why you came in.

No, smiling, as far as I can tell, everything's working. She sure has no complaints that I've been made aware of.

On average, how many times a week are y'all intimate?

Probably three, blushing

Feeling a slight stir in what he thought should already be on display, the thouhht hit him that this was a bit more information than he normally gave. He wondered....

I see that you work over at Enormpus Industries, office, plant, or shipping?

I'm in the office,

Ok, well, I'll do the hernia check anyway, you never know. Looks like you might lift?

Yes sir, I try to workout some,

Okay, I've asked questions, your turn. Washing his hands, looking at Bill. Is he slightly nervous?

Drying his hands, he smiles, dropping the towel in the waste can, he turns, looking at Bill, on the side of the table, topless, with an athletic body and dress slacks, waiting.