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Written by Dan Chucks<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

It was while I was leaving the general hospital for the day that I got the call from Caroline, one of my many private patients and my first ever, since I set up my private clinic; just a drive away from the general hospital where I worked. I was her family doctor, but my relationship with her family has soared way beyond just professional over the years. We were more like friends now and I have had to attend one or two family functions and events they had organized in the past.<\/p>\n

She wasn\u2019t calling for herself this time around though; she was calling for a friend, and after pulling up by the road, I picked up her call, and we began talking.<\/p>\n

\u201cHow you doing Doc?\u201d she asked after exchanging compliments in high spirits<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m good Mrs. Agabi\u201d, my indelible British twang, strong in the pronunciation of her last name. I still called her by the surname \u2013 an enduring indication of my desire to always remain professional<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s nice to know\u2026\u201d she continued, in her ever glowing disposition. She went ahead to tell me she called on behalf of a friend of hers who needed urgent medical attention. She had this growth on her back and had been staying indoors since then. When I tried to enquire on what exactly the growth looked like, she said she couldn\u2019t describe it and wanted me to go see her.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou know it isn\u2019t exactly ethical, Mrs. Agabi\u201d, I interrupted her, in open rejection to her demands. \u201cIf she is sick, she should then come to the clinic. Or doesn\u2019t she have her sons or daughters to bring her there?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo Daniel\u2026.not that!\u201d she countered. She was earnestly seeking new grounds to gain control like always. \u201cAlison is my friend and colleague and it\u2019s been that way for years. She has been practically bedridden for a couple of days now and I told her about my family doctor who I explained was good in what he does\u2026.\u201d she took a quick short break, observably waiting to gauge my reaction to the apparent praise.<\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t say a word despite being thoroughly pleased! When she couldn\u2019t ascertain my position, she continued.<\/p>\n

\u201c\u2026now she said she would like to meet you and I am calling you because of that. I would want you to visit her home please. She is a good friend of whom I have peculiar interests in. Assisting her, would help my several businesses, which she has considerable stakes in. I assume you understand.\u201d There was another break, \u201cMoreover, she will be willing to pay for whatever services this would likely lead to, Okay Doc?\u201d<\/p>\n

I remained silent for a while.<\/p>\n

\u201cAre you still there, doc?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYea. It\u2019s okay. But I will be requiring her to visit the clinic regularly if I find out she actually can. I\u2019m only doing this because of you madam. Thank you, Mrs. Agabi. You may greet the family for me.\u201d<\/p>\n

She laughed loud into the receiver. \u201cIt\u2019s okay Doctor Dan. I will. You will never change though! Always stubborn and hard to bend. I wonder if that\u2019s what they teach you guys in the UK. All of you are just the same.\u201d<\/p>\n

I made a brief laugh of her joke and repeated my farewell. She hung up and I dropped my cell phone. I did a quick mental calculation of what next to do while partly considering what she said about my schooling in the UK.<\/p>\n

I wasn\u2019t going to deny that being firm was part of what I learnt from the University of Greater Manchester, despite my relative young age and practice, I have laboured a lot to maintain this standard. People have always told me how I acted a lot older than my real age and how I was difficult to be compromised but I always took them all as compliments.<\/p>\n

For all the pressure from patients, even in the general hospital where I was a resident doctor, I was always willing to remain a strict professional. It has always been part of me and I wasn\u2019t willing to compromise yet. I restarted the car, and began reversing out of the parking lot. My head still remained on Mrs. Alison, who I was already considering to meet the following Saturday if I was to stand a chance of attending an upcoming 3-day conference that would be kicking off the coming Monday.<\/p>\n

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Mrs. Alison Gbuje was entirely different from who I had imagined her to be. From the way Mrs. Caroline had described her, I had easily felt she was some spoilt powerful elderly woman whose arrogance would know no bounds, that was probably in her 60\u2019s, that would make staying around her utterly frustrating. But that wasn\u2019t the case when I eventually met her. She was wealthy alright and appeared powerful too, but she was far from elderly and arrogant. While I was certain she was about 15 years older than me, I was never going to bet she was anything older than 45 if at all she was up to that.<\/p>\n

She was vibrantly young and unimaginably beautiful. It was immensely difficult to ever think she had kids, let alone kids who were as grown as I met them. In fact, it was one of them, Kenneth, who received me at the gate that Saturday morning. He was almost my mate as I could tell I was a year or two older. I was left to further wonder, how he wasn\u2019t going to bring his mom to the clinic for treatment all the same.<\/p>\n

\u201cWow\u2026you are here already!\u201d started a visibly elated Alison, as I stepped into their stylish living room. She was sitting on the ruged-floor and was on a nightdress. \u201cI never expected you this early\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI had to come as soon as I could ma\u2019am\u201d I was still standing and waiting for them to wave me to a seat.<\/p>\n

\u201cPlease sit doctor\u201d, she did as I expected.<\/p>\n

\u201cThank you madam\u201d My eyes quickly raced through the room. Making mental notes of how sophisticated the furnishing was. The spaces were equally elaborate and appealingly flamboyant. You could tell she was mighty rich and was indisputably classy.<\/p>\n

\u201cHow did you locate our home?\u201d she began again albeit abruptly. She had a rather foreign accent in her use of English and I began to suspect immediately that she did school overseas too. I equally loved the way she smiled. It appeared ever present and her finely cut white teeth made it a wonderful sight to behold<\/p>\n

\u201cI had to follow the description Mrs. Agabi sent me\u201d, I replied, doing a lot to tear away from her endearing self. She was really very beautiful. And unbelievably flawless for her age.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s great. Caro has told me a lot about you. About how you are a good doctor and how you studied in the UK, you know. I studied overseas too. Germany precisely. I am an Engineer.\u201d she began smiling again, chuckling as soon as I raised my eyebrows by way of showing a tad of surprise.<\/p>\n

\u201cReally?\u201d, I followed<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah. But that was a long time ago.\u201d She was still grinning emphatically. \u201cBy the way, what can I offer you please?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWater will be fine\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cJust water?\u201d she asked, pretty surprised but went ahead \u201cYou heard him Kenny. Get him some water please.\u201d Kenneth has been with us all the while but hasn\u2019t really said much.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou will want it cold right?\u201d he asked as he stood to leave<\/p>\n

\u201cMake it a mix. Cold water is never good for the teeth\u201d<\/p>\n

Both of them giggled. \u201cYou forgot he is a doctor\u201d, the mother later chipped in, to which I simply smiled.<\/p>\n

While we waited for the water, we both began talking. She took the time to ask me about several other things like Private Practice in the country, career plans and eventually, plans for settling down. When I told her I wasn\u2019t seeing anybody as it wasn\u2019t part of my plans at the moment, she expressed shock and asked how that was possible for someone as handsome as myself. Kenneth\u2019s return was what disrupted our conversation which wasn\u2019t getting any professional at all.<\/p>\n

\u201cThank you Ken.\u201d I said, after gulping down the glass of water. I wasn\u2019t going to wait any further to get into my reason for coming, so I proceeded to make the request.<\/p>\n

\u201cCan I see the swell now ma\u2019am?\u201d she was a bit uncertain about the timing of the question as I assume she wasn\u2019t expecting us to get into that as yet. But I wasn\u2019t really keen to get unduly intimate with a patient. Not one like Mrs. Alison. She was subtly intimidating.<\/p>\n

\u201cOf course Doc. It\u2019s right on my back. Here Kenny\u2026help me with the zipper\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked on as she struggled her way to her feet while offering her back to Kenneth to help her undo the zipper. Kenneth who had to drop the tumbler on the sides-stool beside me, walked over to her mum and began assisting her. For the first time, I got to have a clearer view of Mrs. Alison. She was on her feet for the first time since I walked in, and my\u2026what set of legs she has got! They were so round and yet shapely! The brief length of the nightie meant I could now see her legs all the way to her mid thigh. I was unusually drawn to them and for quite some length of time, I kept my focus there.<\/p>\n

\u201cLet me join you on the sofa\u2026\u201d, interrupted Mrs. Alison as she began getting herself into the sofa where I was seated. I wasn\u2019t sure if she had met me starring at her legs but at the same time, I could tell Kenneth had probably done so.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s alright.\u201d I affirmed, giving her room to join me. Kenneth was now standing over us, across his mother. I was sitting behind Mrs. Alison, if you consider that she had her back to me despite sitting on the same sofa. She was getting her gown to slide down her back since the zippers had given way, in an apparent bid to show me the affected areas. While she did so, the sides of her alluring naked boobs came into view. She was quick to place both hands over them through the cloth, while equally keeping the gown from sliding further down, but the areas of the boob bare to me from behind were still visible. My eyes remained there for quite some time as well. My dick which had twitched so many times already, was still doing so despite a die-hard-professional Daniel who was still pretending he was very much in full control.<\/p>\n

\u201cHave you seen them Doc?\u2026\u201d started an obviously worried Mrs. Alison. I was certainly taking longer time.<\/p>\n

\u201cYea madam, I am inspecting them\u201d I finally managed to tear my eyes away from her glowing skin and onto the many swells on her back. They looked like little hot-oil scars but with no skin coloration. When I touched them, they felt as though there were no fluids in them. \u201cHow long have you had them? Do you feel any pains?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo doc. They\u2019ve been there for about three weeks now. Should I be feeling any pains?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNot exactly. What about other times? Have you ever felt any pains?\u201d I was still feeling them up slightly, drawing conclusions of what they really were. Nonetheless, my eyes still sinfully traveled down her back and unto a deep dark patch which I was sure was the start of her ass. She ultimately had a slim waist but a really wide ass. I thought she had no panties on as I was yet to see any panty band. My dick twitched again!<\/p>\n

\u201cNot really doc. But I have always tried avoiding laying or resting on my back. I\u2019m scared of getting them to break open\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI see.\u201d I ran a finger across them a few times and then dropped my eyes to her ass. \u201cWhat other symptoms have you been feeling? Headache, fever, anything?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNone I can remember. I have been very fine, other than these.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd have you been taking any drugs for them?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI tried anti-biotic during the earlier stages but stopped as soon as I felt I was getting no results\u201d<\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t say a word again. I had moved my eyes back to the swellings, giving them one last look.<\/p>\n

\u201cAny idea what they are yet doc?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYea. And they are still very small. You may zip up now ma\u2019am\u201d, I began to undo my suitcase. I was going to get out my notepad.<\/p>\n

Mrs. Alison turned to face Kenneth again, who began to zip her up. This caused her gown to rise further up her thighs while still seated, giving me a view that was hard to ignore. So while still scrambling through my suitcase for a pen, I took the time to suck in the beauty of Mrs. Alison\u2019s curvy thighs! She might have noticed I was looking, because she made a quick but weak effort to cover her luscious thighs, but with no results. The gown was sinfully short.<\/p>\n

\u201cEmmmmm\u2026..so what\u2019s next?\u201d she began abruptly again. Breaking the silence. I felt a pinch of embarrassment as I was certain she was trying to play down the obvious awkwardness of the situation<\/p>\n

\u201cEmmmm\u2026.it is actually not something serious madam.\u201d I was particularly avoiding her eyes now while doing my upmost best to regain control. \u201cIt\u2019s only Lipoma. <\/em>A type of medical condition that causes the swelling of the skin. It lies just between your muscles and the skin. Moreover, your strain of Liptoma<\/em> is peculiarly rare and fortunately the easiest to treat. The swellings are very mild and three days of proper attention while get them off your skin\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWow\u2026that\u2019s really great news then! I have been excruciatingly worried all the while I\u2019ve had this. Happy it isn\u2019t something very serious\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNot at all. In as much as the cause of Lipoma<\/em> isn\u2019t known yet, there are lots of new studies going on the ailment. In fact, some Indian specialists began a study two years ago, and the first product of this study is already in pharmacies. Given that almost usually, the first remedy is outright surgery, it was astonishing to have them introduce this product which happened to be an ointment. You apply it over the area for 8 days, and the lump is gone\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat simple? Wow!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYea. That simple. In fact, the lump itself disappears in three days while the rest of the therapy fights the root of the cause. I will be prescribing you the ointment and some other routine drugs. You will be fine in about a week\u201d, I had my notebook in place, and was about to write<\/p>\n

\u201cJust before you go on doc\u2026\u201d, she cut in again, \u201cplease do you mind taking a look at the other one?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhich other one? Where is that?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cJust at my lower back\u201d, she was making to unzip her gown herself, which was of course impossible. I intervened; ignoring the fact that Kenneth was meant to do so like before.<\/p>\n

\u201cThank you dear\u201d, she said as I began running the zipper along the length of the gown. \u201cJust look a bit lower. You will notice another little swell there. It looks like the rest but not in the same region\u201d<\/p>\n

I ran the zipper completely through and just as expected, got it just over the start of the crack of her ass! For what seemed like months, my eyes remained there! Mrs. Alison\u2019s ass crack was right before my eyes and even a few inches from my hands. I was seeing where her hip flayed into her upper buttocks and there came the confirmation of my suspicion that she had no panty on. In spite of my prolonged suppression, my dick eventually sprang into life! Stretching itself into full erection and curling its way across the length of my trouser while doing so! It was difficult to conceal it this time!<\/p>\n

\u201cHave you seen it doc?\u201d she was making to look back but wasn\u2019t winning spectacularly<\/p>\n

\u201cUhmmm\u2026..ehh\u2026yea. I have\u201d I was fighting to hold onto myself! I couldn\u2019t believe all the talk about my high levels of professionalism was already in tatters and just about littered all over the floor! I was getting emotional, if not intimate with my patient, and that was the worst level of ethical bankruptcy \u2013 so we were told in the college of medicine.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd\u2026.what do\u2026you think?\u201d she was still trying to wrap her head around the sudden stutter on my part<\/p>\n

\u201cI think it\u2019s well\u2026I mean, it\u2019s fine. You don\u2019t have a problem, okay?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay\u201d she said, turning to Kenneth to zip her up but with an obvious worry in her brows. I was certain she couldn\u2019t understand how I wasn\u2019t telling her anything meaningful anymore. As though I had seen something strange on her back.<\/p>\n

As Kenneth began to redo the zipper, her eyes fell back towards me and in the most unfortunate of ways, fell onto my lap afterwards \u2013 where I had my stiff dick stretching the fabric of my trouser to a corner. I was suddenly unstuck!<\/p>\n

She made a rather quick frown, raising her brow in the process then she kind of muttered a voiceless \u2018wow\u2019 before looking away.<\/p>\n

\u201cEhmmm\u2026..\u201d she began to say unexpectedly, but soon had no words coming out after that.<\/p>\n

We both knew what was happening and could tell how awkwardly boxed-in we both were. I had a hard-on terribly displayed in the open across my leg, while a mother of a dude as old as myself was standing right beside me, observing the erection! There was nothing more grotesque than that.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou can hand us the prescription doc\u2026\u201d interrupted an unknowing Kenneth who certainly wasn\u2019t aware that he had just only intervened in the bout<\/p>\n

\u201cYea\u2026of course\u201d I placed my notepad over the dick and began making my notes. I scribbled down some drugs in haphazard strokes and in few seconds, handed it over to Mrs. Alison. Our fingers touched for what felt like eternity. Our eyes then met but we both quickly looked away.<\/p>\n

She went ahead to stare into the note after that, and for quite a while before handing it over to the son. \u201cGet me my cheque book.\u201d she said after.<\/p>\n

Kenneth answered and left. We both remained silent until he returned. and without making eye contacts. She was the first to begin talking though. Each time I mustered the courage to try looking at her, she always quick to look away. She nonetheless, asked me how much her bills were of which I told her.<\/p>\n

I also wanted to tell her that I usually did not treat patients at their homes except for peculiar cases were the patient in question was bedridden and the family was keen to bear the cost of home rehabilitation. But I couldn\u2019t, as I was I was certain I had lost all moral wars in those fronts. In fact, I was silently wishing within myself that I was going to be quickly done with them so that I could leave and never come back. When I told her what my charge was though, she smiled. That was the first time she was doing so since after seeing my boner.<\/p>\n

\u201cI will be paying you more than you have asked because of the extra advice you\u2019ve given. I hope that\u2019s fine?\u201d she was getting her cheque book ready<\/p>\n

\u201cOf course\u201d I smiled openly, to which she laughed back. Our eyes met again but this time, lingered a little bit more than they had ever done. She stood and returned to her former seat, where she had a sides-stool available for her to write on. I personally used the period to pack up my suitcase.<\/p>\n

Kenneth on his own, had left to drop the prescription notes.<\/p>\n

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