Chapter 5: The offer

Kavitha looked away from Jamal's eyes and tried to mumble something. Jamal then looked slowly to Dr. Bill and me. It was obvious that he had caught us red-handed. If this got reported, Dr. Bill would lose his medical license for perjury and falsifying medical records. Kavitha would be deported for trying to obtain a visa by fraudulent means. I could face jail or large fines.

Jamal didn't mention any of that. He didn't have to. It was obvious that he was far to smart not to have instantly grasped all these implications.

Dr. Bill spoke first. "We were just getting ready to. I just wanted to get all these forms out of the way first."

Jamal replied excitedly, "Dr. Bill, I have been thinking about doing pre-med like you after I graduate high school this year. This would be an excellent opportunity to get hands on experience and see how these exams are done. Would you show me how you conduct a full physical examination and let me practice as well?"

Dr. Bill, not having much of a choice, mumbled an assent and then said "Of course that would depend on Kavitha being ok with it. We have to respect patient choice."

Jamal then turned to my wife and said, "Kavitha, I have always admired your dedication to teaching and helping students. You volunteer to teach us students even though you don't get paid. To comply with the forms, you need to get the exams anyway. It would mean so much to me if you would let me learn from Dr. Bill as he completes your exam."

Kavitha didn't really have much of a choice. She looked at me, and then said, "I am ok if my husband is ok." passing the responsibility onto me.

Jamal then turned to me and entreated, "Vinod, the casual exposure for a medical exam isn't something that threatens you or makes you jealous, right? It would mean so much to me if you would let me learn and participate. Your wife just said she is ok with it. Besides, we must do the exam to avoid perjury, right?"

I was trapped. I looked at my wife, and then back at Jamal and nodded.

My wife then spoke up, "Can we do it later. I am not ready for it. My clothes are sweaty, I am smelly, my hair's a mess, my toenails and fingernails are ragged and faded, my legs are all hairy..."

Jamal interrupted her. “Kavitha, you worry about the strangest things. But I guess some women like to get ready and dress up to go to the doctor. Here is what we will do. Why don't we take an hour break for you to go upstairs, remove all your unwanted body hair, take a relaxing bath, do your hair, do your nails and whatever else you do to get ready."

As he was speaking, he walked over to Kavitha and helped her to her feet. He then held her hand and took her towards the stairs. Just before the stairs, he paused in front of our bookshelf. His eyes were drawn to a photo from our recent vacation. He took it off the bookshelf.

"This outfit you are wearing in the picture looks splendid. Why don't you put it on when we you get done and come down."

I knew the outfit he was referring to. It was a sari and blouse combination that I had bought for her. It was a stunning red sari with a white blouse. This was probably the most daring outfit my wife owned as the material was thin and clung to her figure. The blouse had built-in breast support, so it didn’t need to be worn with a bra. It was sleeveless and low-cut in the front and back. It normally wouldn't be a problem as the end of the sari would be draped over the front of the blouse. However, if that fell, my wife’s cleavage and upper breasts would be exposed. On our vacation my wife had been so worried about the end of the sari falling down that she had pinned the end of her sari to her blouse on her shoulder with a safety pin to make sure it stayed put.

My wife said “Ok, Jamal” and slowly began ascending the stairs. After watching my wife go up the stairs and enter the master bedroom, he turned his attention back to Dr. Bill and me. "I will be back in a little bit. Why don't you two watch some TV until I get back." On his way out the door, he turned and addressed a final comment to Dr. Bill, "You don't mind if I borrow some of your stuff, do you? See you in a little bit."

And with that he was gone, taking the medical forms with him.

Chapter 6: Waiting

Dr. Bill and I looked at each other. An 18-year-old had completely outwitted us! There was not a whole lot to talk about. Jamal held all the cards. We just sat and watched TV, while waiting for my wife to finish and come down.

About an hour later, my wife emerged from our room and came down the stairs. I couldn't decide if she looked more like a goddess or a model. The red sari clung to her curves emphasizing her narrow waist and wide hips. The side of her stomach was bare. The end of the sari was draped over her blouse, obscuring how low cut it was. Her arms were bare.

It was clear that she had put in some effort to get ready. She had on lipstick and makeup. Her toenails and fingernails were neatly clipped and painted. Her hair was still wet from being washed and was neatly combed and held in place with some brightly colored hair clips. As she got closer, the smell of her designer perfume became evident. She looked like she was ready to go a wedding.

As she turned around to sit down next to me, I could see that her back was bare except for the lower part of the blouse which encircled her chest just below her ribs. It was obvious that she was not wearing a bra underneath.

She looked at our doctor friend and let out an ironic chuckle. "To think that a few hours ago, I was too embarrassed to get an exam by you, a real doctor, and now I am about to be examined by a high school student!" She then paused, blushed, and continued, "do you think you and he will do those last three exams on the form?" "Which ones?" Dr. Bill asked confused. Kavitha, tried to answer, but just blushed and could not bring herself to speak. "Oh, you mean the breast, rectal, and pelvic exams?" asked our friend. Kavitha looked at the ground and nodded. "No, we won't," said Dr. Bill. "We can only do what is either medically indicated or required by the form. The form specifically says that these three tests are not required. You are worrying yourself for no good reason, Kavitha. This will just be quick, simple exam. You have nothing to worry about."

My wife seemed reassured upon hearing that answer. However, having just witnessed how clever and persuasive Jamal could be, I wasn’t so confident. I kept my doubts to myself, and just sat and waited nervously with Dr. Bill and Kavitha for Jamal to come back.