My name is Mike. Ever since I was a kid, I wanted to be a fireman. However, I was realist. I knew that the chances of obtaining such a position were low since the number of people who applied was far greater than the number of positions that were available. Even if I was lucky enough to get a position, I knew that the possibility of getting hurt or disabled while on the job was high. Therefore, I decided to go to college and obtain a business degree in case I needed something else to fall back on.

While attending college, I was a loner. Unlike most students, I did not party nor participate in the traditional college activities since I was paying for my own tuition by working odd jobs. I did date a couple of times; but, noting too serious. In fact, I never got past the point of some heavy petting.

In my senior year, I met my girlfriend, Monica, who was also in her last year of college studying sociology. Although we hit it off immediately, I always thought that if people would know about our personalities, they would consider our relationship peculiar since she had a kinky streak and I was as straight-laced as one could be.

As soon as I graduated from college, I applied and got a fire fighter’s position in a rural county in central Florida. Since Monica had not found a job yet, she decided to move with me and together we found a small apartment in the area where I was going to work. Shortly after we arrived, she got a job at the local hospital as a social worker. She worked 8 to 4:30 Monday through Friday and I was working rotating 7 to 7 shifts with every third weekend off.

Because of the constant rotation of my work schedule, I would sometimes become constipated. Monica would always suggest that she could give me an enema. At the time, I was not sure if she truly wanted to relieve my discomfort or did she want to explore her kinky side. In either case, I was way too conservative and too macho to allow her to see me bent over our bathtub with a hose sticking out of my ass. Therefore, I would always give myself an enema when she was at work.

After working for about a year, the county announced that it was changing its health insurance provider and the new insurance carrier required that all county employees needed to have a physical. The exam would be provided by the insurance carrier’s physician or the employee could go to his or hers own personal physician and have the results submitted. When I got home, I told Monica about the mandatory exam. She stated that she sometimes had lunch with a divorced nurse practitioner who ran a small practice out of her home to help cover her living expenses. She stated that she would talk to her and see if she would be willing to do my physical.

The next day, Monica came home from work and stated that she spoke with Amy, the divorced nurse practitioner, and she agreed perform my required exam and to submit the results to the insurance company. Monica said that Amy told her that she normally requires an initial consultation when she sees a new patient. But, in my case, she will waive that requirement and her standard exam fee since she and Monica have lunch together at work on a regular basis. Monica said the Amy would still like to meet me before the exam so that she could get to know me and address any questions that I might have. I thought that was reasonable and told Monica to set up a time when I was not working. Monica immediately picked up the phone and called Amy. After she hung up, Monica said that we have to be at Amy’s house on Tuesday at 6 pm.

Monica got home from work on Tuesday around 5 and we drove to Amy’s house, which was located in the sparsely populated area of the county. As we drove up a small lane, it didn’t take long to see how impressive her home was. The house was big and the front entrance was not located in the center of the structure, but, slightly to the right. The layout was typical of any Florida home which also had a “mother-in-law's cottage” built within its four walls. But, this home was far from typical.

We got out of the car and walked up to the massive oak front door. I rang the doorbell and I could hear another door close and then the front door opened. Standing in the doorway was a very attractive blonde who appeared to be in her mid-forties. She introduced herself as Amy and welcomed us in. Once inside, I realized that we were standing in a walled enclosed courtyard. Although the courtyard was large, it contained a small pool. To me, the pool looked odd since it was way too small for the courtyard. As I briefly looked around, I noticed a small building to the left side of the courtyard, which was the “mother-in law’s cottage” and that the main home was located on the right.

Amy opened the door to the main house and invited us into her living room. As we walked through the door, I now realized that the door I heard close earlier before the front door was opened was this door. Amy told us to make ourselves comfortable while she gets us something to drink. Amy shortly returned carrying three glasses and a bottle of wine.

She sat down and apologized for still being in her scrubs. She told me that she works in a gastrointestinal clinic and just got home before we arrived. Although the scrubs were loose fitting, it appeared that she had a nice figure. She had a pleasant smile and was a gracious hostess. For about two hours, we all had a lovely conversation even though most of the conversation was about the hospital where they both worked. Amy told us that Monica and I made a nice couple and that she hopes that we don’t make the same mistake she did with her ex-husband. Since I didn’t know the history behind her marriage, I asked her what she meant by that comment. She said that she and her husband were opposites and she thought that she could change him during their marriage. Unfortunately, that did not happen and they eventually grew apart until they reached the point of no return.

Since I am not comfortable about discussing my own feelings, I am even less at ease of hearing other people discussing theirs. I thanked Amy for the lovely evening and suggested to Monica that we should leave since both her and Amy have to get up and go to work the next morning. I had such an enjoyable time that I almost forgot about the reason for our visit. As we all stood up, Amy brought me back to reality by asking me if the insurance company provided me a copy of their examination requirements. I told her no. She said that most insurance exams are the “turn your head and cough” type. She walked over to a desk and looked at a calendar. She asked me if Friday a week would be good for me. Before I could answer, Monica said that would be great because that was my long weekend off from work. Amy said to be here at 6 and told Monica to come along since the exam would not take too long and we could spend remainder of the evening socializing.

Amy opened the living room door and we all walked out back into the courtyard. Before she opened the big oak exterior door, Amy asked us if we wanted to see her examination room. Again, before I could answer, Monica told her that would be great. We walked over the building on the left side of the courtyard and Amy opened the door and turned on the light. The first thing I noticed was the brilliance of the room. With the combination of white walls, highly polished floor tiles and the fluorescent lighting, you almost needed sunglasses to tolerate its brightness. The room was large and there was a smaller partitioned room in its one corner. Although we only stood in the area of the doorway, I figured that was the bathroom since most “mother-in-law cottages” were configured like a studio apartment. As I looked around the room, I noticed that one wall contained white cabinets and a sink. I guess that was where the original kitchen was located. The rest of the room was stark except for a scale, an examination table, which was located in the center of the room, and some curtained room dividers and four vinyl chairs lined up against another wall. The room looked just like any typical doctor’s examination room.

I told Amy that I was impressed by the appearance of her exam room. I thanked her for taking the time out of her schedule to perform my examination. She replied that she was glad that she could help us out. She turned to Monica and said that she would contact the insurance carrier about their exam requirements and she would email or phone her if there needed to be any “pre-examination necessities”, which was the exact term that she used. Amy then looked at me and said not to worry since most insurance pre-exam directives address such mundane topics as caffeine, alcohol or tobacco consumption and/or providing a list of all medications prior to any appointment. Little did I know that the trap was set!