Doctor’s Orders, Pt 5
Our appointment was a week later and in that time we’d progressed to flip fucking pretty much every night.
Our appointment was a week later and in that time we’d progressed to flip fucking pretty much every night.
I’d been having this pain in my stomach. In retrospect it was probably just nerves, but mom insisted on sending me to the doctor…
“So, Nate, you play any sports?” he said, taking my arm and turning it over. I looked down into his lap — I could still see through those fucking pants, and his bulge was clearly visible, full of promise, packed into those tight bikinis.