anomaly. I also have hormonal issues. My physician told me the risk of serious side effects from the use of oral contraceptives was higher than my chances of getting pregnant, so he recommended not using them.”
He raises a bushy eyebrow. “And you signed a release form so I can have access to those records?”
I nod. His receptionist had me sign what seemed like a mountain of paperwork when I arrived.
“You’ve already given urine and blood samples.” He snaps on a pair of latex gloves. “I’m also going to give you a brief physical examination. If you would lie back and place your feet in the stirrups for me.”
He motions for the nurse who had been observing from the sidelines to step in closer for the examination.
I take in a deep breath and hold it for as long as I can while he pokes around my private parts.
“Just try to relax,” he urges. Easy for him to say. He’s not the one who’s being invaded with a speculum. He’s the one who’s doing the invading.
I try to think of anything else except the two pairs of eyes now inspecting my vagina.
“Okay,” Dr. Wilson says as he removes his probing device. “That’s all we need. You can get dressed now.”
***
T he moment I get home I log into the account Claudia mentioned. My eyes go wide when I see the amount that’s already placed in there. It’s a lot more than the five thousand dollars I was expecting.
He’s already given me ten thousand dollars.
My heart pounds when I think about the implications of that much money. Claudia already told me he was turned down by two girls. That amount of money could mean that there’s something so disturbing about him that he needs to pay more just so I won’t reject him as well.
Claudia said he was generous. She also said that I should be generous in return. Ten thousand dollars buys a lot of generosity. My stomach knots thinking about the things he might ask me to do for that kind of money. There are a lot of very kinky people in the world.
Not that I have too much of a choice. I already signed the contract and took the money. It’s not like I can say no now.
And it’s enough money for me to get completely caught up on the delinquent mortgage payments.
I quickly transfer the money to my bank. My two figure checking account is miraculously transformed into a five figure one.
“Don’t get used to it,” I remind myself as I pay the nine thousand plus dollars I owe in overdue mortgage payments.
That’s one albatross off my back.
I decide to do a Google search of McNally just to see what I can find.
There’s a McNally Enterprises that’s a Fortune 500 company known for aerospace manufacturing and defense contracting. The company was founded by William McNally in 1916, almost a hundred years ago, and is still controlled by the McNally family. The company’s headquarters are in Chicago, Illinois.
Sounds like we have a winner.
But which of the McNally’s is the one who made the arrangement? According to a Wikipedia article on the family, William McNally had five children, all of whom are billionaires in their sixties and seventies. Each of those heirs to the McNally fortune has children who range in age from their early thirties to their mid-fifties.
The Mr. McNally who made the arrangement could be any one of them.
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I t’s Salad Bar Wednesday in the student cafeteria. The university allows faculty and staff members to eat on Wednesdays for half price. Lucy and I always take advantage of the cheap meal.
Of course most of the students tend to use their meal cards in the food court rather than the cafeteria. I guess when you’re young the allure of burgers and pizzas is much greater than kale and tofu.
“Looks like we’ve got the place to ourselves,” Lucy comments as we enter the deserted cafeteria.
“But the line for Pizza Time was almost out the door,” I observe.
“We did the same thing when we were undergrads,” she reminds me. “I’m not sure how you avoided