John's Exam
Wednesday,..at last
The sound seemed distant,.. he was slowly waking, and saw his phone on the kickstand ringing the alarm. He remembered why it was set well before dawn. Today is the day!
He slowly moves, the soft, worn fabric of the sheet caressing his erection. He rises, and makes his way to the restroom, rubbing his eyes, adjusting the water temp, and stepping in. The hot water relaxing, his taking care to wash especially well. Stepping out of the shower, he saw Mark at the sink, shaving. Good morning! Can't sleep?
Oh, i did okay until about ten minutes ago and now I'm wired
John nods,.. well we'll see about heading out early. Maybe we can get this out of the way. He makes his way to his room, smiling as he selects a fresh pair of very, very brief black shorts and a black ribbed a shirt. He finds his phone and sends a selfie to Jen. He pulls on a pair of slacks and heads to shave.
Mark is visible in his room across the dressing area, standing in front of his chest of drawers. He finally selects a pair of classic jockey, dropping his gym shorts and John can't believe what he sees. He's careful to look closely, because he knows he probably won't get this kind of chance again.
Over the jockey goes the navy blue slacks. The show over he turns away and starts shaving.
The blue button down top is a great color to hide his black a shirt. He can't believe he wore them today. The doctor haa probably seen it all... Or almost everyrhing. He knots his tie, uncertain as to why, certain it will be off in, hopefully, looking at his watch.. under two hours.
Calling his brother, he heads straight for the door, pack by the top, Mark emerges with sausage biscuit, smling.
Glad you're calm enough to eat... smilimg at his kid brother who is nearing not being a kid.
Popping the locks remotely they stow everything in the trunk, and head the same way they had one week earlier, with stark silence as they turn left out the driveway.
So you really are nervous? Turning, looking at John.
Yeah i am. New place, new doc, he has to go by what they call a protocol. Like a checklist, and im not sure what.. nor where is on it.
Nodding... You think hes gonna do more than look down there...on me?
Dr. Jones did when i was your age... MOM waa there.. shaking his head.. O..M..G..
Mark gasps. They board the train, each lost in their own thoughts, excited, but also dreading the next couple hours.
What they had thought would take longer seemed to fly by, even though they knew it was 22 minutes.
The same throng got off at North Avenue, Coca Cola's world office visible they turning and heading to the office.
They arrive just as the office opens, the door swinging in as the attractive woman reaches up to unlock the other leaf of the double doors.
They enter the reception area just as the lights come up. As they sign in, they see the office coming to life.
The planned stop for breakfast didnt occur due to the human vacuum inhaling before they left and his nervousness,.. anxiety.. hell,.. lets just call it.. fear.
They were making small talk when John's phone alerts.
He looked down, seeing a familiar avatar, clicking and seeing an image loading. There, was Jen... In a ball cap, her red pony tail through the vent, in a matching set of bra and panties. Green, to match her eyes.
Just as Mark looks over and sees, gasping and grinning widely, a male appears at the door, Mr. Greene,..John Greene. Gulping, with a sigh, he stands and walks toward the youngish male.
I'm John, he says, as he enters the hallway, and the door shuts.