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“We will,” Charlotte said and hugged me. “I’ve always wanted to go.”
“I think I’m a bit mad. Do you know Australia have twenty-one of the world’s top twenty-five most venomous snakes? Let’s hope if one ever goes for me, it will bite my fake foot. Who knew having a prosthesis could be a positive thing.”
“I’m sure I saw a conference on in Sydney that I’d like to attend. I’ll let you know when I’ve checked it out,” Grant said. “If not, we will just come and annoy you anyway.”
“It would mean a lot to me if you did come.”
“It’s the least we can do. I always felt bad I couldn’t come back when you had the accident and then that stalker business.”
“You had your hands full with your own family. I’m a big girl and can look after myself.”
“Of that, I have no doubt.”
The taxi pulled up at my apartment block, and we all hugged each other goodbye.
I would catch up with them again while they were in London, but after tonight, I was ready to move on.
Australia, here I come.
TWO
Ryan
Okay, it was time. I had been playing the field for long enough without a checkup. Trouble was, I hated going to the doctor for anything. I believed a strong shot of whiskey cured most things, right? I’m an Aussie, and tough. Okay, that was cocky bullshit.
Look, I might have shed an odd tear over some sad movie, but I would usually claim I had dust in my eyes like any decent bloke would. Growing up, I was always getting bumps, scratches, and worse, so I could cope. I mean, who wanted to hire a carpenter who bawled his eyes out if he hit his thumb with a hammer? The thing was, a bruised hand I could cope with, the idea of a sick dick, though? That was something I did not want to contemplate. Sometimes you just had to bite the bullet and get on with it.
My throat was going dry, and I didn’t feel tough at the moment. My stomach churned, and I wasn’t sure I would keep my bacon and egg roll down. It was a simple well-known fact to all that men did not like it when people messed about with their junk. Well, that was not completely true. I was quite happy a lot of the time if it was a lovely lady willing to play with my privates. Going to the doctor was another thing altogether. I avoided them at all costs. Doctors were for sick people.
I had lived in the Blue Mountains for four years now since moving from Melbourne, and Doc. Wilson had been my guy. He was a rusty old codger. I even had the old prostate test a while back. If I could cope with a digit up the butt, I could cope with this. If that was the case, then why did I feel like I was about to throw up?
I sat in my pickup at the front of the doctor’s surgery, tapping my fingers on the steering wheel. Shit, the sound was even starting to annoy me. I needed to get a grip and being such a kid. My appointment was in three minutes, and I would need to ring now if I was going to back out. But I never backed out of anything.
I thought back to when I was in high school. My mate, Jamie, had dared me to run naked across the footy oval with him. We were only sixteen but full of testosterone and stupidity. The pair of us were on cleanup duty for ages at the school after that, but it was worth it. We both lost our virginity that month as well. So, some of the girls must have liked what they saw. Good job it was a warm day and I hadn’t looked too insignificant.
I couldn’t see any perks coming from today’s events. Well, that wasn’t completely true. At least I would be able to tell the ladies I had a clean bill of health and we could get down and dirty. I wasn’t into relationships but loved sex. I mean, who didn’t?
I could not deny my younger days had been pretty wild. Jamie became an actor and went on to make lots of money as a movie star in LA. I worked out, but maybe I should do some weights and get my body in better shape. Maybe I could end up on the big screen one day. Now, I just needed to get this over and done with so my dick was in great shape too.
I got out of my pickup and looked back at my reflection. My body was okay. Jamie had just been lucky. Maybe I could send a picture to an agency and make a shit ton of money. For now, I needed to concentrate on the job at hand. I was stalling.
Why was this so hard?
I walked through the surgery door and headed to the reception counter. “I’ve an appointment with Doctor Wilson.”
The receptionist peered at me as if I was some strange being asking her an impossible question. “Doctor Wilson had to leave for an emergency. We can rebook your appointment or Doctor Blake is available.”
What the hell?
It had taken everything I had to get in the door. I was under no misconception that if I left now, I would not be coming back. Well, not for a while anyway. The thought of my dick dropping off was not a good one. I hoped this Doctor Blake had warm hands.
“Yep. I’ll see Doctor Blake.”
I sat and was just about to take out my cell phone and check if I had missed any calls when someone called my name. It was a female voice with an English accent.
I could do this. After all, I could get my junk out in front of a woman anytime. I had done it more times than I could remember in fact. Difference was, this woman was not expecting prowess in the bedroom. She was checking if I had some dreaded disease or crabs. I had not been itchy, so I didn’t think it was that. Shit, I was no good at this crap.
An attractive woman with black hair pulled back in a bun at the nape of her neck stood before me. I tried to ignore the fact that despite the severe look, she was stunning. This was a good thing because I could tell a woman like her would be way out of my league.
