My Sexcapedes Episode 6
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???? My Sexcapedes EPISODE SIX: ❣️
I stumbled on the staircase while rushing to know what was wrong with Susan. But thank God I didn’t injure myself. On getting inside the room, her voice was echoing from the bathroom.
‘I said it. It’s a trap..’ I was saying to myself.
‘Steve, please come and help me.’ She cried out.
‘Help you? Inside the bathroom? Why can’t you come outside?’, I said amid confusion.
‘I can’t walk. My leg. It’s hurting me’, she said, crying.
She seemed to be in pain because it could be heard clearly from her voice.
‘I hope you ar..r..re not nak£d?’. I stammered.
‘Steve help me, please..’, she continued pleading in pain.
She could be dying inside there and I am here playing a Saint game. I said to myself and dashed inside the bathroom. Lo and behold, what I saw nearly blind my eyes. I had to rush out of the bathroom with speed. Thank goodness I didn’t hurt myself when I felt down. She was stark nak£d. I scrambled for a wrapper and gave it to her to cover her nak£dness first before anything else. Moment later, I went inside the bathroom to see what was wrong with her. She was on the ground groaning in pain. She actually injured her leg. She mistakenly slipped off the tiles and hurt her ankle. An ankle sprains. I gave her a helping hand to bring her out from the bathroom. Then I called the family doctor.
The ankle was swollen and throbbing. She was in severe pain. As we waited for the family doctor to come, we first gave the affected foot a rest by elevating the area before icing the ankle to keep swelling down. I used an ice pack, pressed it against a cloth and the ankle for about 15 minutes. After a while, she was still complaining of pains, so I had to use essential oil to dull the pain. As God may have it, cypress essential oil was available at home. One of the several essential oils that are excellent natural sprained ankle treatments. So I applied it to the ankle to reduce inflammation and increase circulation to the painful ankle.
Moments later, the pain subsided and the swelling went down drastically, though not completely. Susan could talk now without pain. So as she was narrating to me how the accident happened, the family doctor called to let us know that he had an emergency. So he wouldn’t make it to the house on time. He promised to come but he would be a little late. Thank goodness Susan was responding to the first aid treatment. So we told him no problem.
You may be wondering, that as a medical doctor, why wouldn’t she treat herself. Well, she doesn’t do so, even the members of the family, she doesn’t treat any person. She insisted her husband have a family doctor. Though her husband kicked against the idea, saying that why would he be paying a huge amount of money for a family doctor whereas he had a wife who was a doctor. But in the end, he succumbed to the wife’s demand and hired a family doctor. Meanwhile Susan could only treat any of us in the house in limited circumstances, especially in emergency situations where the family doctor was not available. In such a case, she would not hesitate to treat the person until the family doctor becomes available. Secondly, she always attended to short-term or minor health problems of any family member in the house.
‘Why is my brother wasting money on a family doctor whereas you are a doctor’, I asked her one day after learning how much my brother was paying the family doctor.
‘My dear, let me educate you on what you don’t know. But please, permit me to use the term ‘physicians’ in this context because it’s something that has to do with all medical practitioners.’ She began, smiling ‘Look, treating a member of one’s own family puts several challenges for physicians, including concerns about professional objectivity, patient autonomy, and informed consent.’ She paused. ‘Do you understand me?’.
‘Yea’, I nodded in affirmation.
‘Look, whenever the patient is an immediate family member, the physician’s personal feelings may unduly influence his or her professional medical judgment. Or the physician may fail to probe sensitive areas when taking the medical history or to perform intimate parts of the physical examination. For example, Steve, if tomorrow my mother came here to visit us, then along the line she became ill and you are to treat her. Then, probably there are some sensitive parts of her body that you as a physician need to examine, but due to the family relationship and respect you have for her, you may end up not being able to examine those areas.’ She paused. ‘At the end, don’t you think it will negatively affect your medical judgment?’. She asked
‘Yes’, I nodded.
‘Secondly, patients may feel uncomfortable receiving care from a family member. Some patients may be reluctant to disclose sensitive information or undergo an intimate examination when the physician is an immediate family member. This discomfort is always common when the patient is a minor child, who may not feel free to refuse care from a parent or close relatives.’ She explained to me that day.
‘I now understand everything now’, I said in satisfaction.
‘This is the reason I insisted your brother, my husband, should get a family doctor. But he refused to see reason with me then until we had a big fight over it before he could succumb to the pressure I mounted on him.’ She concluded.
After our discussion that day, I saw reasons with her. She was very honest with her explanation. I learned a lot that day despite the fact that I am a medical laboratory scientist. Indeed no man is an Island.
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Do you know that despite Susan’s pains, she still nearly lured me into having sexxxual intercouse with her on their matrimonial bed?. It was Doctor Maxwell that saved me from committing the worst atrocity that would ever live to hunt me till the rest of my life. How it happened I don’t even know. All I knew was I found myself swimming in r0mantic ocean with her on their matrimonial bed.
Doctor Maxwell has been at the door for more than 10 minutes and nobody heard the doorbell ringing, so he decided to call Susan on the phone. But tell me how we would hear when we were busy squishing each other in an er0tic sensation? His call was what interrupted us. As a matter of fact, I was on the verge of having a full penetrat|on into her when the phone rang. It happened that the phone was on the same bed with us. So even though we were carried away not to hear the doorbell ringing, we could not escape the lousy ringing tone of her phone coupled with its powerful vibration…capable of raising the death up.
Like a bee met with a sudden heat of fire, I jumped off her. Susan was stark nak£d already. Amid panting and sweating, I scrambled for an ice block to dull down my arosed d|ck while she reached for her cloth to wear. After appeasing the gods that stood in between my legs, I tied my towel and quickly rushed to my room to clothe myself before going to open the door for doctor Maxwell.
Doctor Maxwell attended to her very briefly before leaving the house. Few minutes later, she slept off. The injection he gave her made her sleep. That was my saving grace that Sunday night.
MONDAY MORNING..
Susan was even the person that woke me up from sleep that morning. It was around 5:30 am. She has been awake since 5:00 am engaging in house chores. Though it has become part of her; waking up very early. She has already made breakfast for me. There was a lot of improvement in her injured ankle. Atleast, she could now march the leg on the ground, but she was still limping.
She has already called the office and was given a week off from work.
Susan Insisted on dressing me up for work that morning. Before I left the house, I took a glance at myself in the mirror. I was really impressed with the other version of me that I saw. Even Susan herself really admired me so much in the suit to extent she gave me a hot k|ss before I left the house that morning.
She instructed me on what to do and who to call when I got to the hospital and I did exactly the way she instructed me. She also kept in touch with me every now and then throughout the working hours.
My first day at work wasn’t that easy though. But thank God for Linda who really helped me out. Linda was a very beautiful colleague of mine. She had this striking resemblance with Susan that one could mistake them for each other. Just that she was far below Susan in class. But she has a good heart too, just like Susan. Could you believe that Linda bought me lunch that Monday and even paid for our transportation while going home because her father’s house was not that far from my brother’s house.
I was very convinced that Linda liked me because I could see it in her eyes throughout the time I spent with her. Even the way she admired and complemented me said it all. Linda was not looking bad anyway, I think I liked her too. We exchanged contacts that day as well.
So when I came home that day, Susan really welcomed me like a king. You need to see the food and drink she served us that day. I have to even ask her what we were really celebrating. She said we were celebrating my first day at work.
You really need to see how happy Susan was when I was narrating my experience at work for her. But immediately I made mention of my lovely encounter with Linda, her countenance changed. Jealousy was boldly written all over her.
‘Look Steve, you better be careful with that Linda or whatever you called her name. You better focus on your job and stay away from those jezebel in human bodies…’ She complained bitterly amid jealousy.
What have I gotten myself into? So I wouldn’t live my life on my own terms? Is this how this woman will be policing me around the place of work like a little child? These were the questions I was asking myself.
To Be Continued…
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