The last Sunday in October
How wonderful this life is! I'm only 23 years old and starting next Monday, I'm being hired by one of the prestigious companies!
I am finally gaining financial independence, the lack of which has been bothering me greatly lately. The inability to spend money on my own pleasures deprived me not only
of independence from my parents, but also generally limited all my inner freedom, which, oh, how necessary a young guy starting an independent life after several years of college and all the fuss of getting a job.
Last Friday, the HR department of my new company finally completed all the paperwork
related to hiring, but warned me that one more important thing still needed to be done.The company must be confident in my complete physical health and, as is customary, I will need to undergo a medical examination at the clinic attached to them, or even more precisely, at the medical center. office, whose specialists receive additional salaries from my company, according to the concluded contract.
Quite a logical requirement, since I will have business trips, as I was told, even going abroad. I had already taken an HIV test at the city dispensary and provided a certificate to the personnel department, but this was not enough for them and the inspector, having previously agreed by phone, wrote me a referral to prof. inspection, according to which they must check and examine me again, now in accordance with the requirements of my new administration.
Actually, I had nothing to worry about my health. Young, tall and athletic, who did swimming and basketball at the institute for fun, quite attractive, judging by his success with girls - I also had time to relax this summer while I was looking for a job, got a great tan on the local beach and recovered from sleepless nights associated with defending my diploma...
So, having received a referral for this medical examination, I did not doubt for a second that I would pass it without any hindrance, as indicated. in the direction of the coming Monday, exactly at 9:00 (moreover, the direction paid attention to strict adherence to the deadlines for appearance,
and I was impressed by this, as it emphasized the business nature of the entire event and said that one’s own and other people’s time should be respected)…
Like any young guy, and this is quite natural, this weekend at night and under with a blanket, I played out erotic fantasies:
Here is a familiar building, and here are the doors of that medical office...
I read the signs on the doors:
OFFICE
PROF. and SPECIAL VIEWINGS
opening hours:
8:00 to 15:30
(except Saturday and Sunday)
ENTRY BY INVITATION ONLY
PATIENTS WHO ARE LATE AT THE SPECIFIED TIME
WILL BE ACCEPTED SEPARATELY AFTER REGISTRATION OF
OVERLAY DIRECTIONS IN THE REGISTRATION OPTION ON THE GROUND FLOOR, in room 102.
On my watch it was n: 55 and I waited for a while, reading these signs, and kept wondering whether I should knock or wait for the invitation...
Finally, I was convinced that there was no one in line and decided to open the unlocked door to this office.
There, the light was already on in the office, and I saw a young girl standing near the closet, which apparently contained a wardrobe and a hanger for outerwear.
Very pretty girl! Tall, slender, bushy-haired and dressed in a modern way!
Short blouse, fashionable trousers that reveal a bare waist, tanned tummy and navel with a piercing earring!!!...
What luck! At least you won’t have to hang around in front of old women and endure their senile grumbling!
Although, on the other hand, being undressed in front of a young girl is more exciting!!!...
She turned around at my appearance, was slightly embarrassed, pushed the mop and bucket aside and somewhat fussily began to put on a white medical gown, which she took from the same wardrobe.
- “Hello, I’ve come for a medical examination,” I mumbled...
The young girl looked at me with wide eyes, as if she had taken a photograph... and continued to pretend that she was busy hanging robes in the wardrobe.
- “He’s probably embarrassed at the sight of a young guy” - flashed through my head...
- “Duck, can I come in?” — I asked more insistently.
- “Come in, come in, of course, don’t linger, and close the doors behind you, otherwise it will be cool here - you’ll be freezing later... “- said this nurse, hastily covering the flaps of her snow-white robe on her chest and preening herself as she walked... Still, the feminine principle prevailed, and she simply needed to look attractive, even if only in front of a patient, who is undergoing examination.
- “So, take off your clothes and put them in this safe,” - the young woman showed me an iron cabinet in the compartment in which I was supposed to hang my clothes. At the same time, she blushed a little, apparently anticipating events as the tests progressed.
Pretending that she was busy preparing for the medical examination, she, however, did not lose sight of me, and, as if inadvertently, checked the correctness of my actions.
When I was only wearing thin swimming trunks, I decided that this was quite enough and headed
to the table where documents and supplies for specialists were located...
The nurse looked at me sternly, moved away from the table and gestured that I needed to return to the place near the locker room. Unfolding the closet door, she showed me the following notice taped to the inside:
PATIENTS ARE EXAMINED
NUDE ONLY!!!
- “So, boy, take off your panties too...” - she grinned with obvious superiority, showing me with all her appearance that they had not seen anyone like that naked here...
Watching from the side as I first pulled my swimming trunks down, and then bent down to finally free myself from the last piece of material that hid my nakedness, she waited until I finished, closed the door to the compartment on the safe with my clothes and, inserting the key, clicked the lock...
Now I could not return my clothes without her permission in case I did not want to continue this medical examination...
Meanwhile, the nurse, without failing to cast an appraising glance at me, began preparations behind the screen, leaving me alone with fantasies and a rising penis...
It seems my most erotic dreams are starting to come true!!!
- “What is waiting for me behind the thick screen?... It’s good that it’s warmer here than in an ordinary room and I won’t get goosebumps from the coolness affecting my naked body.”
Gradually I got used to this state when I had no clothes on and at the same time could not cover my nakedness, although the presence of a stranger, and a young girl, of course aroused my sexual feelings.
Completely defying my will, a strong erection arose. I could only watch how my favorite organ straightened and pulsated in freedom, reminding me that despite the fact that I was just a patient, I still remained a young male, and I could not help but react to the presence of a young female right there next to me in the room.
The penis sprang up so much that there was no way to cover it with my palms, but I instinctively covered myself, keeping both hands in its place...
I must say, this feeling is special! - standing naked in front of a young person of the opposite sex, feeling your somewhat humiliated position in comparison with someone dressed, albeit in a medical gown, but still a woman, and realizing that what follows will have an even more stimulating effect on sexual reflexes...
With all this, play off some bravado, forcing yourself to make some effort on
yourself, showing everyone pretending that you don’t care much and that it doesn’t cost you anything to undress even in front of the sexiest supermodel, but in fact, all the time trying to distract yourself from the surge of erection and the treacherous jumping out of your penis from under your palms...
- “Sit on the chair, I’ll measure your blood pressure,” the sister ordered in an on-duty tone.
I obeyed and noticed that while measuring the pressure, she no-no, and glanced over my body, especially at the bottom of my tummy, where there was no tan on the white stripe of my swimming trunks and fluffy pubic hairs were golden, and where the half-open pink head of the penis peeked out from the middle of the thickets...
I involuntarily crossed his legs to hide his friend
- “Okay, now go to the weigh-in, I’ll take some measurements,” the nurse said in an orderly tone. I had to obey.
Weighing ourselves on the scales is the first erotic moment.
The girl, it turns out, didn’t button up the skirts of her robe, maybe even on purpose, and my gaze again revealed a tender tanned belly with a navel pierced with piercings...
I felt that I couldn’t hold back my erection under my palms, with which I continued to cover my nakedness...
Measuring my height on a measuring ruler was the second test...
The girl leaned me against this bar and, in order to correctly measure my height, demanded that I lower my hands...
This command nullified all my attempts to calm down my rebellious flesh. Indeed, how can I measure my height correctly if I slouch!
Willy-nilly I had to put my hands down...
Of course, my lovely friend treacherously perked up and stopped half-cocked, swinging in the air...
Sister, a little embarrassed, came closer and extended her hand to move the measuring a rail to my head... At the same time, the collar of her blouse flew open, and I saw that the button had been deliberately undone! And, through the supposedly casually open opening, two tender female hemispheres of her breasts became visible, protruding from under her bra...
Oh God! I could no longer hold back the rush of blood to my penis...
Having ordered me to raise my hands behind my head, the girl began to unceremoniously measure the girth of my chest with a soft centimeter, and when she got so close that my protruding penis rested right against her earring on her navel, I literally lost my self-control!
But there was nothing to be done, I had to put up with this too... I stood there, red as a lobster from embarrassment.
It seems the nurse was deliberately moving her body closer to me in order to further aggravate my deplorable condition.
The girl, meanwhile, with some special zeal and diligence, wrote down the results of additional measurements in a notebook, and it was noticeable that the nurse was intentionally touching the most intimate places on my body, how her fingers simply gently glide along my tanned legs, the inner thighs, covered with a golden fluff of curly hair from a summer tan...
It cannot be said that it was unpleasant - sometimes, in addition to my consciousness, I internally wished that such touches would continue a little longer, so that I could experience again and again the feeling of languor in the lower abdomen that is so familiar to all men, preceding the act of sperm eruption. But, on the other hand, I didn’t really want to open up in front of an unknown girl... You never know what’s on her mind...
Finally, the measurements were completed, and my sister was a little distracted from contemplating the young man, flushed with a surge of sexual energy, modestly lowering his gaze, with his penis sticking out towards the ceiling and swaying from an erection, and his shiny face. in the daylight with a red head half popping out of a leather pouch, dropping viscous droplets of “lubricant”, indicating an extreme degree of arousal and readiness for ejaculation...
It seems that she also experienced a kind of excitement not only from contemplating the nakedness of a person of the opposite sex, but also from the consciousness of her awareness or some superiority over a helpless patient who does not yet know that awaits him ahead during the examination...
Meanwhile, the nurse was preparing something, taking out items from a glass cabinet that were probably intended for the next test...
I saw her roll a medical cart to the sink in the corner, on which there was a bowl of warm water, and there were also two safe shaving machines that everyone usually uses adult men in the morning, a shaving brush, as well as a tube of refreshing cream.
- “Come closer!” - my sister commanded. I obeyed...
Having adjusted the water in the mixer, she handed me a machine with a safety razor and diluted the soap foam in a bowl, unceremoniously began to spread it on my pubis, lower abdomen and testicles.
I realized that I had to lose all my hair in those intimate places that are usually covered by swimming trunks...
- “Come on, boy, get started! — so that everything will be Okay!” - the girl winked at me, clearly not without gloating... as it seemed to me...
I started shaving without any enthusiasm, internally indignant...
- “What kind of medical examination is this! How many times have I been in a similar situation, even at the military registration and enlistment office - there they simply forced me to walk naked, but to shave my hair!!! This is too much...”
But there was no other choice. My clothes are locked in a safe, the key to which is unknown where...
And then - since this is such a thing, apparently “my” company knows what requirements must be met by each of the employees hired.
To make it easier, I mentally applied the abstraction technique. It’s as if all THIS is happening not to me, but in some kind of porn film... And, as if from the outside, I’m watching what’s happening...
This allowed me to feel more calm about my humiliated position to the point of mockery...
Then she unceremoniously pulled my testicles and, not very skillfully, several times passed the safe blade along the soft and defenseless skin...
While shaving, I had to lift either my left or my right leg and place it on a chair to provide the razor with access to the side surfaces of my pouch dangling between my legs.
I tried to pull away at particularly sensitive moments, but immediately received a remark:
- “Come on, don’t twitch, please! Don’t you see, I can hurt you! Then you yourself
will worry that you suffered because of your stupid behavior!” - my sister reprimanded me in a grumpy tone...
Well, I had to measure my pride and endure such an unusual procedure, grimacing from the tickling from time to time...
And also from the consciousness of the touch of someone else's hands..., from the fact that it was a pretty young girl who did it...
- “That’s it, you can straighten up!” - said the nurse, contentedly putting the used instruments on the table.
The bowl with warm water was already filled to the top with soap suds mixed with all the hair that until recently adorned my crotch...
I stood with my shaved penis swinging in the air, experiencing a completely new feeling for me of extraordinary freshness and coolness on the skin in the shaved areas.
In addition, I felt like I was even more exposed! It seems that not only was the fur removed from me in an intimate place, but it was as if I was left without skin... I, with all my might, mentally tried to distract myself from sexual and erotic topics.
My, devoid of vegetation, penis seemed even - to me, its owner! on the floor... A complete shame!... Again the nurse left me alone for a minute, preparing new items for the subsequent test...
- “So!... Now I will take a picture of “your dignity” in infrared rays on an IFS device. Come closer here and do everything that is told to you...” the tester ordered.
Tugging the already tense penis, sliding the skin off the head and without delay - at the command of the nurse, I inserted it along with the eggs into the center of the device standing at the opposite wall...
The girl was operating the device at that time.
Inside the space hidden from my eyes, it was unusually warm, and a minute later I felt the touch of my sister’s fingers on my scrotum... Of course, I instinctively tried to pull away, but immediately received a remark:
- “Well, stand still! Otherwise, if you smear the photo, you’ll have to spend extra precious photo paper on you!!!”
Several pictures must have been taken, and perhaps from different angles, while I patiently pressed myself against the warm screen that hid my genitals inside a dark box...
Now it became clear to me why all the hairs were shaved off my tummy, pubic area and testicles!
This could interfere with the infrared scanner, which is sensitive to heat rays emanating from the pubic area, penis and my testicles, hanging limply inside the device, and adjusted by the skillful hand of the operator to obtain the desired shooting angle...
Tanned guy, sparkling with a white stripe from his swimming trunks on his naked buttocks, pressing his front against the convex part of a certain structure, and in front of him is a young nurse, performing manipulations on the genitals of this patient, who is trying to stand still, overcoming shame and tickling...
From the outside, it’s probably an interesting picture, except that all this was being done on me... Although, it was something out of the ordinary beyond my understanding!
- “Well, pray tell, why during a routine medical examination did it become necessary to deprive the patient of all vegetation in the most intimate places for photographing?”...
But there was no answer to my silent question, on the contrary, the torture with such a detailed examination continued:
- “Now come here and kneel on the trestle bed,” the nurse ordered me, leading me to the end of a medical bed upholstered in leatherette.
- “Now bend forward and lean on your elbows!...
That’s it, that’s how it goes” – my tester was satisfied with the correct and quick execution of the commands...
So, I’m on the trestle bed, in the most helpless position, absolutely naked, sparkling in everyone’s view I can see my anus, with a penis sticking out and pulsating from unfulfilled function, taut testicles, and I glance at the nurse, who has prepared something else for the next experiment on the patient.
I could only helplessly watch the preparations for the next test... which would certainly require some courage from me, since it was as if I was “put out for advertising” on this trestle bed...
Everything was resolved quite simply - the nurse announced that she would now take prostate juice from me for analysis...
I shuddered from the realization of WHAT awaited me in the coming minutes... I, of course, read about this unpleasant manipulation performed on men in case of prostate diseases... But why did a healthy guy need all this?...
Internally I trembled at the thought that the unknown awaited me, since I, of course, could not know the details of such an intimate examination...
B Just then there was the sound of the outer door opening!
The nurse suddenly began to fuss, became worried - and her excitement was instinctively transferred to me... A middle-aged adult woman entered the office and had already taken off her cloak... A doctor - I understood from the situation... or the head nurse.
- “Hello Natasha! Oh, you know - it was so difficult to get to work! And there was such a crush on the bus!” - the woman who came in said, putting on her robe as she walked...
I realized that this was a senior worker, since she entered the office door using the key. Even at the entrance I noticed that the door slams with an English lock!
- “Yes, Galina Viktorovna. I decided that you were late, so I saw one patient,” the girl pointed in my direction.
- “I tried to take all the measurements, I took pictures of his genitals at the IFS, then I’m going to take prostate juice for analysis...” - my recent examiner answered in an apologetic and apologetic voice...
— The only thing is that I’m not sure about filling out the test form correctly, so I took all the measurements I wrote it down in a notebook, can you help me enter everything correctly into the form?” - my sister started to cry again...
- “Well, that’s not bad!” — in the voice of a mentor, looking at me with satisfaction, still in such a humiliating position, the eldest said...
- “Continue, Natasha! In case of difficulties, I will advise you... “- she said in a soothing tone, which had an encouraging effect on my “tormentor”...
Natasha, inspired by praise, came up to me with some kind of test tube in her hands.
However, she stopped in indecision and turned to Galina:
- “You know, Galina Viktorovna, I’m still inexperienced in such a procedure, we didn’t even go through this in courses... maybe you yourself... well, you’ll do the manipulation, and I’ll see...” Natasha said pleadingly and apologetically.
Everything inside me trembled from such confessions...
- “Wow, so much aplomb, so much ostentatious self-confidence - and the boss appeared - and here you are... complete helplessness!!!” - everything in me was seething with indignation...
But in my position I had to not only not show the slightest resistance, but also wait until these two “females” finished arguing with each other - who should continue the next “torture”...
- “No, Natasha! You have to learn by doing sometime! Moreover, look at what a magnificent specimen!...
In a couple of years he will mature and be a potentially healthy “breeder”!... Look at those large testicles and a tense penis! A couple of movements - and he will reflex perfectly!...
Well, this is a young active guy - he doesn’t need to massage the prostate with a vibrating massager to get a meager portion... “- Galina commented, rolling the contents of my scrotum between her fingers, and showing Natasha my testicles - which is why I had an erection attack again - and this did not pass the attention of the experienced nurse!
- “Come on Natasha, be brave! Otherwise, it looks like the guy’s balls are already aching with impatience...”
This was already beyond any medical ethics! Calling the patient a producer, speaking as if about a breeding bull, brazenly fingering his defenseless, freshly shaved scrotum, and then also commenting on my condition!
(Not without a bit of humor at myself, I noticed a really correct remark - my balls were really starting to ache from the incompleteness of sexual arousal for probably half an hour now!).
I saw Natasha put on a glove, smear her finger with Vaseline and hesitantly began to push it into my anus...
Oh my God!!! Give me strength to get through it all!!! Just not to let go of her persistent movements inside my ass!...
- “Now feel inside such a convex body like a plum... Start massaging it - and you will feel how his prostate begins to increase in size,” the senior Galina commented on the procedure...
Pleasant burning sensation, what was arising at the very tip of my penis was driving me crazy...
Forgetting about everything... that I was just a patient, I mentally focused on the unusual touches to the most intimate part inside me. Waves of some kind of hot excitement arose in the perineum and reverberated like sharp needles in the head of the penis...
It is interesting that at night, while masturbating myself to free myself from accumulated sperm, I experienced something similar, but THAT was in conjunction with other, no less pleasant feelings that arose from rubbing the head, moving the skin and pressing on the frenulum under the head of the penis.
Here, the orgasm came as if separately from the rest and familiar, familiar to every young man! The waves of excitement only caused a burning sensation, but sperm release never occurred... Reflexively, my anal muscles began to contract, and I felt Natasha’s finger inside me even more acutely...
- “Oh! Galina Viktorovna! “He’s in the way!!!...” the nurse commented as best she could.
Having received an approving nod from the mentor in response, she tightened her movements on my prostate...
- “Natasha, be careful!, he is already starting to approach the reflex barrier!
Under no circumstances should ejaculation be allowed! As soon as he starts squeezing your finger with his anus again, you need to stop the massage and wait for some calm...
Do you see how his erectile muscles work?... Here, touch his pulsating penis”...
It was no longer possible for me to deviate, let alone stop the ecstasy... Everything was trembling inside me, I even began to sweat, as if from running up the steep stairs...
A proverb came into my mind at the right time about the fact that if they want to rape you and there is no way to resist, then the best thing that remains is to relax and enjoy...
- “I wish I could”... - the thought and... strong desire were persistently spinning around.
- “Now resume the massage, and then take him gently by the testicles and, as soon as they are pulled up, press as hard as you can on the swollen prostate. I’ll hold the test tube and collect his secretions”... - how through the cotton wool I heard Galina Viktorovna’s instructions...
I again felt a surge of orgasmic spasms, especially when touching the scrotum, took in air, took a deep breath, and prepared for the most important thing:
Galina, pulled off the skin from the head of my penis and brought a glass test tube to the hole.
- “Come on, Natasha, push! Now he will give his portion!”
And at that very moment I could no longer hold back... - Natasha pressed her finger on the most intimate point there, somewhere inside my ass... A sweet feeling enveloped my mind...
— MMMMMMMM... mmmmmmmm!!!” — I hummed, absorbed in the waves of a tidal orgasm...
Droplets of juice began to be pushed out reflexively from my excretory canal... The liquid, products of the prostate gland, sluggishly flowed out in viscous drops from the tip of the penis, filling the test tube with cloudy mucus.
Galina Viktorovna waited patiently, then made milking movements along the shaft of the penis, completing the operation...
A minute later, I went limp and was catching my breath from the completed process of taking my juices, although I was still in the knee-elbow position... But that was not all for today!
- “That's it. guy, you can get up... Rest for a minute, and Natasha and I will prepare your last test. “The head nurse told me.
- “We still have five to seven minutes on schedule, the guy is young, I hope five minutes is enough for him to recover”... - the doctor thought aloud, flipping through the magazine and finding the last page...
I sat down on the edge of the same trestle bed, in a relaxed state and at that moment, I was probably completely indifferent to what else was in store for me this damned medical office...
Natasha at that time took out color photographs of my organs from the IFS device...
- “Come closer, take this condom in your hands. Now you will have to submit your ejaculate for analysis. You’re an adult guy, I hope you don’t need to explain WHAT way do men secrete sperm?” - Galina Viktorovna asked me with some irony in her voice...
I silently took a clean condom and dejectedly went to the corner of the room - well, don’t jerk off your penis right in front of these females!... - “If you have difficulty, we can help you with a vibrator!” - the head nurse said after me half-mockingly...
The accumulated desire, with touches familiar to every young man, quickly received its resolution - and it didn’t take me much time to pour out into the rubber bag...
- “If only all this would end soon!!! If only they didn’t demand shit and urine yet... otherwise I emptied myself before coming here... “- flashed through my thoughts.
And at the same time a feeling of impatience and dissatisfaction appeared. All this has already become quite boring, especially since I already have some suspicions about such a large set of studies on my genital parts...
And doubts regarding manipulations over me, when conducting just a medical examination for getting a job...
ALL is over...
I hold out my warm sperm in the condom to the head nurse, who did not fail to praise me, saying:
- “Well done boy! Eight milliliters of sperm is a great result!!”
- “It’s nice to see a completely sexually healthy guy - few people secrete more than 6 ml of sperm in this office... After all, mostly sick or impotent people come for such examinations...” - she added finally.
Internally, I was even a little proud that I was appreciated, albeit in such an intimate arena...
Having received permission to get dressed, I calmed down and gradually began to come to my senses, moving towards a closed locker with clothes. Natasha, ahead of me, opened the safe door and glanced at my naked body for the last time...
Having realized freedom, I could not control myself from impatience to quickly put on my clothes...
Questions arose again:
- “Why did my company need such a detailed examination of a future employee?
Moreover, will infrared photos of my protruding penis really be available to some inspector in the personnel department?
Still, it’s much more pleasant to talk with the medical staff AS AN EQUAL EQUAL!!!
My penis is packed in a bag of swimming trunks and rests under my trousers, the shirt hides the anatomy of my torso.
Only my shaved testicles and pubis are unusually touching their unprotected surface to the fabric of my clothes... “Give me your referral here,” the nurse tells me, finishing filling out the examination form...
There are several color photographs of my genitals on the table.
It’s like an impressionist artist painted my penis and testicles with some orange-green-blue colors!
This is what my dignity looks like in the infrared spectrum!!!...
Although, all the same, these parts are very easily recognized and, being filed with a personal file, may well serve as an interesting object for examination.
Or even worse - maybe some sexually unbalanced HR inspector will arrange a kind of exhibition of the genitals of the male part of the company’s staff for the purpose of entertainment, or for example, to discuss in a select circle the masculine virtues of bachelors and young unmarried guys...
- “So Alexander Konovalov... 19 years old, discharged from the military hospital - general examination, infrared image of the genitals, prostate juice, taking ejaculate for analysis... "-
the head nurse read in her journal...
- "Now we'll formalize everything - and you can go take the pictures and form to your chief doctor... "- Galina Viktorovna said, checking my data with the record in the magazine...
- “But, I’M NOT KONOVALOV!!! I am Alexander Konoplev!!!” - I was indignant.
- “???”
- SILENT SCENE...
I see great confusion on this woman's face!
- “Wait, wait!!! So you are not in the direction of a MILITARY HOSPITAL???!!!
Here in my journal the first line for today, at 8:00, is assigned to Alexander Konovalov in the direction of the military hospital - everything is in black and white!!!
Come on - get your direction here!!!” - Galina Viktorovna demanded very nervously and impatiently...
I, in turn, also hastily took my direction out of my jacket pocket...
- “So, so, so!!! So why are you, Alexander Konoplev, sent to general medical care? inspection
will you show up at 8:00???!!!” - this Galina began to interrogate me with triumph in her voice.
- “LIKE 8:00!!!
I CAME HERE AS WAS INDICATED IN THE DIRECTION — by 9:00!!!
- “What time do you think it is now?” - Galina asked with obvious mockery.
I looked at my watch - the dial read n: 05... and a terrible guess pierced my consciousness:
- “So I came to this medical office not at 9:00, but at 8:00 WINTER time!!!
I - in the bustle of the weekend, I simply FORGOT to change the clock hands to winter time, the transition to
which has already been carried out how many times on the LAST SUNDAY OF OCTOBER in all CIS countries!!!
OH MY GOD!!! Какой же я дурак после этого…
Как мне не повезло! ВОТ ВЛИП!!! Теперь понятно, что мне надо было подойти на час позже и пройти-то всего-навсего общий осмотр по своему направлению!!! А все унижения, по расписанию, должен был переносить этот Александр Коновалов из госпиталя… Его же очередь досталась мне по нелепой случайности и моему же недомотру… !!!
Что ж, пенять приходилось лишь только на себя…
Я стоял с виноватым видом, не зная что делать дальше… Как будто я, и только я, виноват в случившемся…
— «М-да… Задумчиво произнесла Галина Викторовна. НАКЛАДОЧКА вышла!
Ну, извини, Александр Коноплев…
Конечно, виноват и ты, но Наташа тоже! — ОНА ДОЛЖНА БЫЛА прежде всего проверить твое направление!!! А уж потом начинать действовать!
Александр, ты уж извини Наташу, она всего лишь уборщица в нашем штате и только стажируется на медсестру… « — стараясь сгладить неловкость и нелепую промашку говорила мне Галина.
Наташка стояла вся красная от смущения…
И теперь стало понятно, почему эта Наташа была с ведром и тряпкой поутру… — она просто уборщица!!! А подрабатывает по всей видимости стажером, учась на медсестру…
Но, НИЧЕГО УЖЕ изменить было невозможно. Я только подумал, а не придется ли мне проходить этот осмотр заново? НЕ ДАЙ БОГ!!!
Но мои сомнения разрешились благополучно — все мои данные по замерам роста, веса и обмеров тела просто были переписаны в новый формуляр… а снимки половых органов и записи, касающиеся столь постыдного взятия физиологических проб — медсестры оставили мне на память…
На память об общей оплошности и нелепой ситуации, возникшей при переводе стрелок часов…
Выходя из кабинета, я увидел молодого парнишку в военном камуфляже, понуро сидевшего на стуле.
— «Александр Коновалов?! ЗАХОДИ!!!» — услышал я уверенный голос Галины Викторовны.
Она теперь и не сомневалась, что тот парнишка и есть пациент, которого спутали со мной…
— «Куда ж ты так спешишь, мальчишка??» — мысленно задал я ему вопрос.
— «Знал бы ты о подробностях, скрытых за дверьми этого медкабинета, ты бы не рванул сломя голову, сшибая меня на ходу… «…
И вот, написав это мемуар, я задаюсь вопросом:
«Случись так, что время бы вернуло меня назад, в мою молодость, и мне предстояло бы повторить пройденное — старался бы я изменить события?»…
И мысленно я отвечаю самому себе: — «Скорее всего НЕТ, не стал бы я менять произошедшее…
Ведь с возрастом все неурядицы сглаживаются в памяти! Остается только приятное, даже в таких смущающих обстоятельствах…
Интересно, наверное та Наташа уже стала большим специалистом по мужской патологии, а Галина Викторовна теперь — на пенсии…
А яркое воспоминание, лишь волнует кровь, даже спустя столько времени…
И конечно, в молодости так хочется торопиться жить и чувствовать! И случись мне попасть снова в то время, нет!, пожалуй, не стал бы я менять что-либо на этой страничке моей жизни… !!!
Александр Столетов.