The story so far:
John sat in the waiting room, waiting for the results of the xrays. He hated doctors, but he hated more the thought that something was permanently wrong with him. He could still see the girl he had picked up at the bowling alley the other night. He couldn't get the whole thing out of his head.
"Sorry, Trish, I swear this has never happened before," John said sincerely. He sat on the edge of the bed and watched her dress. She was in such a hurry she skipped the dainties, shoving them in her purse, and carried her shoes out of his room, up the stairs and out his mom's back door. The door slammed. John stared at his crotch. "What's wrong with you guys?" He didn't know what was wrong with "The Boys," and in truth, this had happened to him three times in a row - and he hadn't even been drinking.
The nurse peeked around the door and signalled him to come back into the doctor's office. As he entered, he saw the doctor holding up the xrays to the light and shaking his head. The look on the doctor's face was disturbing. John sat down, forced a smile, and exhaled with a whistle.
"So, what's the verdict?"
John's head was still spinning as he headed home clutching both sets of xrays he had demanded from the doctor. "Second opinion, my ****!" he said aloud. "I'll get a third, forth and fifth if I need to! I hate doctors!"
He crossed the street and headed for the bustop to catch the fifty-seven that would take him to work. He wasn't going to show anyone at the bowling alley the xrays - not even the fountain girl he had failed to satisfy the previous weekend. He would hide them in his locker. No one would believe him.
As he sat staring out the window of the bus, he once again tried to remember what had happened to him that night. Bright lights, music, and what else? Nothing. He sat staring for so long he almost missed his stop. He hurried to get off the bus and bumped into two guys hurrying to get on the bus. Both tried to hide their faces from John. The one familiar looking guy carrying the laptop said "Oh, ****!" and the one with the small head carrying the xrays muttered "Shamsit!" John walked the rest of the way to work thinking he may actually know them both.
"Do you think he recognized me?" the one said as he sat down on the bus and opened the laptop.
"I hope not, John." the other said as he dabbed the splor out of his little eyes with a kleenex.