Chapter 7: The return of Jamal

About 10 minutes later we heard a vehicle pull into the driveway. Moments later the doorbell rang. I went to the door and let in Jamal. Jamal said "Hi Vinod" as he walked in. When he laid eyes on Kavitha, he froze mid-step. His mouth dropped open, and he just stared at her. "Wow, Kavitha, you look like a goddess!" he stammered. He stared a few more seconds, and then shook his head as if to clear it. "Let's finish what we came here for. Let me go get some supplies from the truck.” Then he walked out closing the front door behind him. Kavitha smiled as she witnessed Jamal's reaction. I could see she was feeling more confident now.

But the confidence boost was to be short-lived.

Jamal returned and opened our front door. He was followed by two other guys grunting and straining as they carried a large, heavy exam table through the front door and into the living room! "I know you all have questions, and I will answer all of them shortly. Let us finish bringing in all the supplies for the exam."

I, Kavitha, and Dr. Bill all stared dumbfounded as the three of them made several trips bringing in such things as a blood pressure machine, thermometer, two doctor's rolling stools, an ophthalmoscope, a stethoscope, and finally a large rolling chest of medical supplies.

"Now for explanations. First, these are my classmates Robert and Jorge", Jamal said as he introduced the new comers. "There was no way I could have brought all these supplies myself so I asked for their help. I told them that you cared so much about education that you had agreed to let me help with your exam, and that you wouldn’t mind if they watched and learned. Isn’t that right, Kavitha?" My wife just silently nodded. Since, it was just going to be a simple, quick exam, there wasn’t much of a point in arguing with Jamal.

"Second, thanks Dr. Bill for allowing me to borrow this equipment from your clinic. Don't worry, I didn't break in. Your office is one of the buildings my dad cleans at nights, and I used his key to get in. Hope you don't mind."

Dr. Bill had the look on his face of when an average chess player meets a grandmaster. Seeing the look on his face, I became more worried that this exam would be a lot more involved than just the simple exam Dr. Bill had mentioned to Kavitha.

"Let's get started," Jamal said as he reached out his hand and gently helped my wife up from the couch. They walked to the exam table and he helped my wife sit down at the end of it. The rest of us got up and formed a semi-circle around the table. Dr. Bill and Jamal sat on the doctor's stools, and the rest of us stood facing my wife.

I couldn't help but stare at my wife. She looked to be regal, divine, and vulnerable all at the same time. I observed my wife's light brown feet accented by the painted toenails. She had her hands folded in her lap. My eyes were drawn to the light brown hands against the red sari accented by her painted finger nails. My gaze traveled up to her chest. By the rise and fall of her bosom, I saw that she was deliberately trying to take slow, deep breaths to try to calm her nerves. My eyes then focused on her face. She was looking at Dr. Bill and Jamal, nervously waiting for them to start her exam.

Chapter 8: Starting

Jamal and Dr. Bill went the kitchen and washed their hands. They both then returned to where my wife was sitting on the exam table.

"Open your mouth" said Dr. Bill holding a thermometer. It quickly went in under Kavitha's tongue. A minute or so later, the "beep, beep" told us that it was ready. "98.6, normal" Dr. Bill informed us. Dr. Bill then took my wife's hand and measured her pulse at her wrist, looking up at the clock on the wall. He then asked Jamal to do the same. Jamal had a little trouble finding the pulse, but with some tips from Dr. Bill, was finally able to find it. "113, a little high," Jamal informed us. Next Dr. Bill had Jamal hold up Kavitha's bare left arm as he fastened the blood pressure cuff around it. "126/80" said Dr. Bill. Dr. Bill and Jamal then looked at my wife's chest rise and fall as they measured her respiratory rate. "14 breaths/minute - normal" Jamal informed us. "Are you in any pain?" Dr. Bill asked. Kavitha shook her head no. And that was the end of the vital signs.

Dr. Bill then took the ophthalmoscope. Together, he and Jamal looked in my wife's eyes and up her nose. He showed Jamal how to examine her ears and look for signs of infection. Everything was all normal. "Say aah", Dr. Bill said as they looked in her throat. The tongue depressor made her gag slightly, but everything there was also normal.

They then moved on to her neck. Dr. Bill showed Jamal how to feel for swollen lymph nodes. They then both felt her thyroid for any growths or nodules. Dr. Bill had Jamal get a glass of water which Kavitha drank to help with the exam. This was the first time that their hands played a major part in the exam. I stared as the white hands of Dr. Bill on my wife's throat, were followed by the black hands of Jamal. I shot a quick glance at Robert and Jorge. They were both staring like idiots at my wife with their mouths open.

Dr. Bill then took his stethoscope. "Take deep breaths" said Dr. Bill as he put the stethoscope on my wife's bare back. I watched her chest rise even more as she kept taking deep breaths. Dr. Bill moved the stethoscope around to listen to various parts of her lungs. He then had Jamal repeat what he did and asked him if he heard anything. "Everything sounds clear." said Jamal, and Dr. Bill agreed.

Chapter 9: First exposure

Concentrating on my wife's breathing seemed to put me in a state of hypnosis. That was soon broken by the sound of Dr. Bill's voice. "Kavitha, can you please take down the end of your sari and put it in your lap so we can listen to your heart?". My wife stared at Dr. Bill and Jamal and then looked at me. Slowly, her hand went to the safety pin holding the sari in place over her blouse. Her fingers fumbled with the pin for a few moments. "Honey, take this please" she said handing me the safety pin. I put it on one of the end tables in the living room. Just as I finished, I looked up in time to see her take the end of the sari covering her blouse and place it in her lap.

Except for me, it was the most anyone in the room had seen of my wife. My wife's glorious cleavage came in to view. The top of her breasts seemed to spill out over her blouse which struggled to contain them. All the male eyes in the room instantly snapped to focus on her breasts.

Kavitha was blushing slightly as Dr. Bill leaned over her and placed the stethoscope at the top of her chest and started listening to her heart. He moved it slightly left and listened to another spot. The third spot, the tricuspid valve, required that he listen to a spot just on the inside of her left breast. He gently inserted his hand with the stethoscope between her cleavage and moved to the left, pushing her left breast out of the way just enough to listen. Her breast bulged out as the blouse struggled to contain it. He finished up by sliding the stethoscope under her blouse, so he could listen just under her left breast. He did not say anything and looked at Jamal.

Jamal came over and repeated the exam. He listened in all the spots pretty much the same as Dr. Bill, except for the tricuspid valve. He seemed to have some trouble getting the correct position and fumbled around trying to insert his hand with the stethoscope between her cleavage and under her left breast. Kavitha blushed at the contact and when he was finished, there was a small area of redness on the inside of her left breast from all the contact. When Dr. Bill asked Jamal whether everything sounded normal, Jamal responded by saying that he thought he heard a tricuspid murmur. Dr. Bill reassured him and my wife that when you are doing this for the first time it is easy to misidentify sounds and that everything was healthy and normal. However, as I was to find out later, Jamal had made that comment for a reason.

With the heart exam done, it was time for the abdominal exam. Dr. Bill pulled out the exam table extension for her legs as he gently helped Kavitha lean back and lie down flat. I have to say that Kavitha looked stunning lying flat on the table. That position accented her wide hips and narrow waist. Her sexy belly button just added to the effect. Because of this situation, I felt like I was looking at my wife through the eyes of the other guys, and I was enthralled at how beautiful she was. It was like I was seeing her again for the first time.

As my gaze traveled up to her blouse enclosed breasts, I noticed that her position made her nipples a little more prominent, and you could just make out the outline of her nipples against her blouse. From her vantage point, I don't Kavitha noticed that, but all the males in the room sure did.

Dr. Bill then stood next to her tummy, and said he was going to start by listening with his stethoscope. He gently placed the stethoscope on her belly and moved it around listening. He then had Jamal do the same. Then he said the next part was to examine her using his hands and asked her if she was ticklish. My wife answered that she was a little, and he told her he would be careful. He gently pressed on her tummy, feeling her liver, spleen, stomach, and intestines. Occasionally, Dr. Bill's touch would trigger her ticklishness, and she would burst out giggling which caused her breasts to jiggle and bobble under her blouse. After Dr. Bill finished, Jamal repeated the exam. I noticed that Jamal's touch seemed to tickle her a lot more.

At last the abdominal exam was done. Dr. Bill then checked out her strength by asking her to lift each leg up from the table while he pushed on it, and to grab his hands with her hands and pull him towards her. Jamal did the same, and Dr. Bill pronounced "Musculoskeletal: normal strength, no deformities."

"This concludes our exam. See Kavitha, I told you this would be a quick and simple exam. Here let me help you up", Dr. Bill continued as he slid in the table extension which he had previously pulled out, while helping Kavitha back up to a sitting position. Kavitha quickly replaced the end of her sari over her blouse. Now that she was covered, I saw a smile come to her face. She stood up, and came over to the end table, retrieved the safety pin from where I had put it earlier, and refastened it, securing her sari safely over her blouse.

Fully dressed, Kavitha relaxed and again became the perfect hostess, thanking everyone for their help and asking if we wanted some chai tea. She makes good tea, and we all said yes. Kavitha went into the kitchen to prepare the tea, while the rest of us sat in the living room. Before he sat down, Jamal went to his bag, and brought out the envelope with the medical forms. Sitting down, he turned to me and asked, "Vinod, could I borrow a pen from you to sign the forms?". "Of course." I replied as I got up and went to the little office in the far corner of the kitchen to retrieve a pen. I got the pen and gave it to Jamal. He took the pen, and then searched through the envelope for the medical forms. He pulled them out, looked through them to find the right spot, and put the form on the end table to sign it. Just then Kavitha entered the living room. "Tea's ready." she announced.

Chapter 10: Tea time

Kavitha had offered the first cup of tea to Jamal. He quickly set aside the pen and forms and took the offered tea cup. After giving out the rest of the tea cups, Kavitha grabbed one for herself and sat down next to me. As we drank tea, we talked. "Thank you so much Kavitha for letting me do this. I really appreciate it." Jamal said. "Hope it wasn't too uncomfortable for you." Kavitha smiled, blushed, and nodded her head no.

Jamal then turned to Dr. Bill, "Thank you for teaching me. I learned a lot. I would like to apply for the pre-med program for college. Would you be willing to write me a letter of recommendation?" Dr. Bill said he would be happy to. Jamal then looked over at Robert and Jorge and cleared his throat. "We really are sorry for how rude we have been to you in class, Kavitha." They both said. "We promise we will do better. Will you please forgive us?". "It's all in the past now." Kavitha graciously replied.

Everybody seemed relaxed. The earlier tensions of the evening seemed forgotten. We all enjoyed our tea and when everyone was done, I went around and collected the tea cups and put them in the dishwasher. When I came back, Jamal had taken out the medical forms again and leaned over the end table to sign them. "Kavitha, it says on the family history section that you have an aunt with scoliosis, and that you have a cousin with one leg shorter than the other."

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Dr. Bill drop his head into his hands.