Joining him, sitting on his right in a chair, " I HATE those things! Way too personal".

Yeah, I noticed that... I'm sure glad I'm not a girl!

Smiling, Me too! I can't imagine you in heels!

A red-faced older teen guy emerged, and quickly left. They looked up, then returned to the tablet.

I'm not sure about Dad,.. or his side. Now if I was a girl, I'd know what to get checked for! And what to expect. Mom and two sisters. I'm the middle of three.. still working and chatting.

The door opened, a tall,. athletic woman stood there..Hey, Emily! Mrs. Greene? Both of y'all come on. Her chocolate creme skin contrasting with the white dress shirt and navy slacks, which fit her extremely well. In the same age range, this could get.. interesting? Complicated? FAST.

He gulped. He hadn't thought about THAT possibility. He had been so focused on the doc that he hadn't thought about the STAFF.

He finished the forms on the tablet, signed, clicked SAVE, and took it up to Becca, who smiled when she saw him coming her way.

Done?

I think so.... Uh, any idea how long?

Before? Not long. He's finishing up with one physical, you should be back in just a few and with the doc,.. oh, probably less than twenty and out for lunch..an early one. Grinning

The next five minutes seemed like five hours. He had to double check to make sure the clock hadn't hit reverse. Soon, though, a male voice.. Mr. Moore?

Looking up, started, "Yes?"

I'm Matt, come on back and let's get you started!

Uh,.. okay. Clearly, he wasn't going to have to deal with the other staff, but will those guy...? Questions swirled in his mind.

Walking down the hall, he was looking, and in an open doorway, noticed Emily waiting, perched on thee side of thee table. She smiled when she saw him, giving him that million watt jolt.

Two doors down, Matt stopped and indicated they had reached their destination. He entered, looking around. Matt followed, shutting the door. Just as the door closed, did he see the nurse passing by with her injection? His mind veered over with some interesting images, only to be yanked back on course with thee question of his last physical.

Huh? Oh.... Probably 18 months, got sick and they insisted on a checkup when I came back.

Thorough? It was okay...

Okay, let's get you stripped to the waist for the lab... that's basically topless. Shoes and sox okay... For this part. I'll be back.

Joe noticed Matt as he left. Damn, everybody around here's uniforms fit like they are custom made, and show everything to.advsntage.

Ohhh well,... Standing and pulling his shirt out. Untying his rep tie, draping it over the coatrack. Unbuttoning his shirt, and hanging it on a hanger, removing his a shirt, and placing it on top. Looking around, long q tips,.. something in a red, white and blue large toothpaste tube.. gloves. And a single knock on the door.

Matt was waiting, and smiled. Come with me, and waited for him to enter the hall, telling him they were going to the corner ( one room down) and turn right.

They arrived at a "U" shaped area, with x-ray, laboratory and restroom. There was nobody but staff present, and they instructed him to give his urine first. He placed it in the small opening there in the wall, and returned.

The xray tech was next. She had to do some serious cranking to get the chin rest to accommodate his 6'2" height. Turning his shoulders, then the lateral, he was handed off to the lab tech who made sure he was alnost drained.

They escorted him back to the room, where Matt appeared with a portable EKG.

We need a EKG strip, so STRIP to just your undershorts. Matt busied himself getting supplies ready, plugging the machine in.

Not surprised that he'd hafta strip, but a little shocked at the complexity, he began to comply.

Shoes, first. Seated in one of the guest chairs, be untied, removed and stuffed his socks in. Under the rack, removing the wooden press style pants hanger, he unbuckked, unfastened, unzipped, and glanced in Matt's direction. He was either busy or purposely ignoring him, as he dropped his slacks, revealing a pair black, short boxer briefs, which for some reason, were beginning to feel a wee bit snug.

Preparing them, he closed the hanger and hung them.

Should I lie down?

Yes,.. please. Matt smiled and pulled the shelf out. Ever had one? He began placing sticky things all over.

No,.. I've heard of theme, but never had one.

Well it's quick.

It neasures and records the heart's electrical activity. Then traces it, on a chart.

Attaching the leads... Feeling like a fusebox yet?

Flipping a switch, there was a whir, as Joee smiled nervously, watching.

Matt was short, with an athletic build. Almost chocolate brown ringlets and brown eyes Joe was sure turned many a female head.

Done! With that part, unhooking, ripping the electrodes off with minimal pain and hair loss.

We'll start the exam like that... Let me get your height, weight and vitals.

He had noticed a scale in the corner,and stood, walking toward it. He noticed Matt as be led the way.

Stepping up, 192.75,...74.25... motioning, let's get to the table...

Wrapping, inflating,,. Nervous? Looking at the dial.

Little. Why?

It's elevated.. normal to be nervous. I know I am when I'm here... smiling.

You? Here? Isn't that,..weird?

Not really...

Any last minute questions?

Shaking his head, No....

He'll be right in!