Chapter 11: I see London, I see France

Kavitha is a very conscientious person. That is the trait that makes her a very poor liar. It was also the trait that led her to put these obscure details in the form.

Jamal continued, “Kavitha, these conditions if not caught early can lead to a lifetime of pain and deformity. Unfortunately, these are not usually caught with a general physical. When you have a family history, it is an indication to do a more complete musculoskeletal exam. Isn’t that right, Dr. Bill?”

Dr. Bill with the disbelieving look of someone who ran into a tiger while only expecting a kitten, nodded and mumbled a weak yes.

Jamal then walked toward where Kavitha was sitting on the couch. “Come on Kavitha, let’s finish your exam.” With that he took her hand, helped her stand, and led her to the exam table. He left her standing in front of the table.

The rest of us got up and followed them, congregating in front of the exam table. Jamal positioned himself in front of my wife. “Because it is required due to your family history, Dr. Bill and I are going to perform a more thorough musculoskeletal exam of your bones, joints and muscles. We will also do a functional evaluation testing your strength and endurance. Do you consent to this exam?”

Kavitha looked immediately at Dr. Bill, hoping he would say something to contradict Jamal. Dr. Bill, just said a weak “He’s right.” Kavitha then looked briefly at me and then back to Jamal. “Yes”, she mumbled, nodding her head.

“Well the first rule of doing a good musculoskeletal exam is adequate exposure. Kavitha, I need to you take off your sari and give it to me.”

Kavitha, looked like someone had just slapped her in the face. She looked at me and then Dr. Bill, hoping we would do something to get her out of her predicament. However, we had been outmaneuvered by Jamal. She closed her eyes and pursed her lips for a second, as if gathering the strength to proceed. She then reached up to her shoulder and unfastened the pin holding the sari over her blouse like she had done before. She took the end of her sari and then proceeded to unwrap the sari from around her hips. We watched as she unwrapped 18 feet of shimmering cloth from her body. She handed her sari to Jamal. Jamal looked at her and then spoke.

“So that’s what women wear under a sari.” he said referring to the under skirt that was now exposed. “What do you call that skirt, Kavitha?” He inquired. “A petticoat,” my wife replied. “You are wearing panties underneath your petticoat, I hope?” he asked. My wife blushed deeply and nodded her head.

“Ok then, go ahead and remove your petticoat and hand it to me.” Her hands went quickly to the knot holding the petticoat in place, and with deftness borne of practice, she easily undid it. We all watched in fascination as the petticoat went slack around her waist, and made its journey towards to floor, revealing the full glory of her legs in the process.

When her petticoat had fallen bunched on the floor, Kavitha stepped out of and bent over and picked it up. She then handed the petticoat to Jamal as she had been told. As he took it, he said “I don’t want these to get dirty. I’m just going to put them on the bed in the guest bedroom to keep them out of the way and so that you can have some privacy to get dressed after we are done.” And with that Jamal got up and walked to the door of the first-floor guest bedroom, leaving Kavitha standing in just her low-cut blouse and panties.

She looked like a swimsuit model standing there. Her legs were long and lean and a lighter shade of brown than her stomach, never having been exposed to the sun. The others in the room, couldn’t help but focus on the wonderful sight in front of them, especially since that was a view that she had never showed before.

Jamal returned and stood in front of Kavitha again. “Kavitha, we are going to start by examining your spine. I need you to turn around.” Kavitha turned around, exposing her shapely ass covered only by the thin material of the panties. I observed her choice of underwear. These were a sensible brief-cut, with good coverage in front and back. Nevertheless, you could see just a little of her ass cheeks peeking out below the bottom of the panties. Above her panties, there were her pretty hips accented by the dimples just above her bottom.

Jamal motioned to Dr. Bill, who joined him. Jamal then positioned himself directly behind my wife. “We are going to feel along your back and spine for any deformities.” he announced. He then took his thumbs and placed them in the dimples on her low back. “Kavitha, do you know the name for these” he asked. Kavitha just shook her head no. “They are called the dimples of Venus.” he explained. “A very important part of these exams is patient education.” he continued. He then took his fingers, and felt all along her back and spine, all the way up to the back of her head. “Everything feels normal and healthy. Do you agree Dr. Bill?” he summarized. Dr. Bill just nodded.

He then stepped back. “Now we need to check if one hip is higher than the other. The best way to do that, is for you to keep your legs straight, bend over, and try to touch the floor.” There was a pause for a few seconds as my wife processed that command. Slowly, she bent forward keeping her legs straight. She wasn’t quite flexible enough to reach the floor, but Jamal said that was good enough.

What a sight it was! This position really emphasized her glorious glutes. My wife had the perfect ass: not too skinny, not to fat, not to too firm, and not too flabby. Just perfect! A few moments ago, that knowledge had been solely mine. Now it was being shared with four other men. An involuntary whistle escaped from Robert’s mouth.

Her position caused the fabric of the panties to ride up on her ass, exposing even more of her lower ass cheeks. Jamal pressed along the top of her hips. When he was finished, he turned to Dr. Bill and said. “For these exams it’s important to visualize the top portion of the intergluteal cleft to check for symmetry right, Dr. Bill?”. Dr. Bill understood and nodded, the rest of us didn’t get it. We immediately understood when he began rolling her panties down until the top part of her ass crack was visible. “Looks normal”, he remarked. “I now to need to feel your thighs and legs for any issues.” With that he took both hands and squeezed the upper part of my wife’s left thigh. Kavitha must have been startled, because she gasped and reflectively tightened her ass. The male brain is funny. Even in this situation, seeing my wife tighten her ass reminded me of how much I loved the feeling of her ass become hard in my hands.

Jamal squeezed and worked his way down her left thigh all the way down to her ankles. He then had her bend her knee so he could examine her foot. He repeated all this on her right side as well. All this time, the panties were still rolled down at the top exposing the top of her ass crack.

“Everything looks normal. Your legs are the same length. You don’t have any sign of scoliosis.” Jamal concluded. Dr. Bill mumbled “I agree” without being prompted.

“Ok Kavitha, you can stand up straight, turn around, and face me now.” Kavitha stood up, happy to get out of her bent over pose. She stretched herself upwards to relieve the strain on her back from bending and then turned around. We saw her put her hands behind her back and it was obvious she was unrolling her underwear to cover the top of her bottom, and then pulling down the bottom edge of her panties to cover her lower cheeks again.

Chapter 12: Jumping jacks and murmurs

“This part of the exam” Jamal stated. “Includes doing some exercises to test your strength and endurance. Let’s start by doing jumping jacks.” Kavitha looked at him quizzically asking “What are jumping jacks?” Jamal described them to her going so far as to call on Robert to demonstrate. Kavitha dutifully started the exercise. “Faster, faster!” Jamal urged her on. This resulted in quite a show for everyone. Her breasts seemed out of sync with the rest of her body. Whenever she came down from a jump, her breasts seemed to go up, and whenever she went up, her breasts went down. All this activity made her sweat. Some of the sweat trickled onto her blouse, making the white material a little more transparent and clingier. We could clearly see the shape of her nipples and even a hint of the dark brown of her areolas. Jamal had Kavitha do jumping jacks for a full 15 minutes before he finally said “I think that’s enough. Everything with your musculoskeletal system is healthy and normal.” He had my wife sit down on the exam table to rest. He brought her a cup of water to drink and gave her some paper towels to dry her sweat. He then turned to Dr. Bill.

“Remember when I said I thought I heard a tricuspid valve murmur? I know that these murmurs become more prominent after exercise. I think we should take another listen to her heart. We wouldn’t want to miss a dangerous heart condition, would we?” Dr. Bill mumbled something about Jamal being right.

“Kavitha, I would like to do another heart exam on you to make sure we did not miss anything the first time.” Jamal said as he walked up to Kavitha. He had my wife lie back and tilted the table so that my wife was at about 45 degrees. He took the stethoscope and attempted to move it in between her breasts like he had done with her previous heart exam. He then stopped and shook his head. “For me to do this correctly, I am going to need you to open your blouse. You can hold it over your nipples so they aren’t exposed, but I need to get good access to your chest and ribs.” When Kavitha hesitated, Jamal continued, “Come on Kavitha, this is our last test that we need, and we are done. This is important that we do this correctly”. The urgency in his voice and his tone must have convinced her. She slowly began undoing the hooks on the front of her blouse. As she undid each hook, more and more of the inside of her breasts came into view. When she opened the last hook, her breasts spilled out of her blouse. If Kavitha hadn’t quickly pulled the open ends of her blouse over her nipples, she would have been completely exposed! In any case, she was able to cover her nipples, but both areolas were visible. With her breasts no longer blocking his access, Jamal was able to listen. After carefully listening, he moved to the lower part of her left chest, telling Kavitha to pull her left breast up so he could listen. When she did that, the underside of her left breast was also exposed. Jorge and Robert’s eyes went wide at the sight. Kavitha could see how exposed she was and noticed the stares. Blushing red, she closed her eyes for the rest of the heart exam. After a few minutes. Jamal was done.

Chapter 13: Finally done!

“We are done. You can get up off the exam table and go into the guest bedroom where I put your petticoat and sari” Jamal told my wife. Carefully holding her blouse closed with her hands lest she expose her nipples, Kavitha got down from the table and made her way to the door of the guest bedroom. Seeing the door was closed, she gingerly used her left forearm to cover her left breast, while continuing to hold the right half of her blouse in place. She then opened the door of the guest bedroom, went inside, and closed the door behind her,

Jamal then went to his bag and looked through it as if searching for something. A couple of minutes later, he pulled out the envelope with the medical forms in it. He gave it to Dr. Bill and said, “I think that should do it.” Dr. Bill nodded and said thanks. “Do you think I could leave your equipment here for tonight and bring it back to your office tomorrow?” Jamal asked Dr. Bill. “Yeah, that won’t be a problem. Just drop it off at my office tomorrow.” At this moment, Kavitha came out of the guest bedroom fully dressed. However, due to her previous experience thinking that her exam was over only to get her hopes dashed, she still seemed nervous. Jamal said “Good night everyone.” and walked out with his bag, taking Robert and Jorge with him. As we watched, they got into the truck with Robert in the driver’s seat. The engine started up, and the truck slowly pulled out of the driveway and onto the road. A minute later, it was out of sight.

As soon as the truck was gone from sight, Kavitha collapsed onto the couch. I went and sat beside her and she snuggled close to me. This whole evening had been very taxing on her physically, mentally, and emotionally. Dr. Bill came and sat in the recliner opposite us. “Clever, son of a bitch!” he muttered referring to how Jamal had totally outsmarted us that evening. Apart from that one comment, we were all silent for the next 10 minutes, each one lost in his or her own thoughts. The images from tonight played in my head: Kavitha in the sari, her face when she saw Jorge and Robert with the exam table, her cleavage inside her blouse, the panties stretched tight over her ass as she bent over, and her open blouse barely covering her nipples. I had never thought I would be sharing these views.

Dr. Bill finally broke our reverie. “I had best be getting home,” he said as he walked to our little office space in the kitchen and got one of the Express Mail packages. “Let me put the forms in here so you can drop it off at the Post Office first thing in the morning, Vinod.” he said as he returned to his seat. With half closed eyes I mumbled “Sounds good, thanks”. I soon heard the sound of the envelope opening and papers rustling as Dr. Bill selected the required medical forms from the rest of the papers in the immigration envelope.

“They’re not in here!”, he exclaimed.