Chapter 6

Examining myself in the bathroom mirror, I could see the bruising was very noticeable, today. The dark blotches had that sickly look they get just before the circulatory system starts to clean it all away. This was the third day and it wouldn't be getting any worse. I looked like someone had used a bag of potatoes to beat me all over the right side of my body. It felt like I had been run over by a truck, which is pretty much what happened. As far as pain, it was worse in some spots and not as bad in others. It hurt to lift my right arm and everything below hurt, manageably but noticeably.

After a shower I moved slowly to avoid making anything hurt worse than it did. Reaching up to put some clean towels in my linen closet I caught a glimpse of movement in the mirror and without giving anything away, I caught Beth Ann watching me. She seemed to be studying my naked body with the same intensity that I would like to employ on her.

The idea that she could see me naked was a huge turn on and Mr. Johnson stood up tall. I couldn't stand there all day waving my dick and arranging three towels, so I pulled one back out and started to wipe down the mirror to clean off any splashes from my shower. That allowed me to continue to showcase my adolescent erection without being obvious, or crude about it.

With the mirror shining, I decided it was a good time to brush my teeth. That would give Beth Ann another three minutes to stare at my erection in private.

As soon as my teeth were clean I knew I couldn't drag it out anymore, so I turned as if I had no idea she was there and discovered she wasn't. There was no way to know how long she watched, because I was careful not to make eye contact in the mirror but I knew she'd been able to see it all long enough. That excited me and I gratefully gave my penis the workout it'd needed for the past two days.

It didn't take long to blast off and I spent a few minutes cleaning that up before dressing and going to find Beth Ann and get the day underway.

As expected, I found her downstairs, trying to look like she'd been there the whole time, puttering around in the kitchen. She had a rather sneaky smile on her face and I had to be careful not to give the game away. The sexual tension was getting noticeable between us and letting it build was half the fun. There'd always been a thrill to the dance and even if it had been a long time since I pursued a woman; I found I still enjoyed the chase.

Beth Ann seemed to be appraising me as she gathered her purse and sunglasses, along with a jacket in case the late May afternoon cooled off. Beth Ann had told me that she and Brian (me) left Des Moines the day after school let out for the Summer, giving them the maximum amount of time to get settled before Brian would have to start at a new school.

We drove into town and stopped at the bank, where Beth Ann introduced herself to everyone and transferred money from her accounts in Iowa.

Beth Ann had been on the phone with her boss, earlier and he'd referred us to the bank's legal counsel. The lawyer's secretary had invited us to come as soon as we could conveniently get there, so there was no set time.

It turned out that our new attorney was young, female, pretty and focused. Within five minutes she'd pried all the details out of Beth Ann, perused the instamatic photos taken the day before, made a bunch of cryptic looking notes, called a doctor friend and made an "emergency" appointment for me to be examined at 11:30. It wasn't far from the office and Colleen Bell, our attorney assured us that we'd be finished and on our way to lunch soon.

While we walked to the office of Dr. Rebecca Temple, Colleen filled us in on her strategy for the next twenty-four hours.

"Mrs. Morse, Brian will be thoroughly examined by Dr. Temple. She has been one of my best friends since high school and has helped me since I took over my father's practice. She will create a detailed medical journal that will serve as our basis for how to approach the trucking company. I will need to dig for some deeper information that might uncover other liable parties and while I am doing that Rebecca, who has a knack for putting the medical jargon together in just the right way for a judge, will help begin the process.

Judges don't like to waste time trying to figure out what the doctors are trying to say and Rebecca gives them what they expect, straight forward and brief, which puts us in a good place if we have to go to court.

While you and Brian and I are with the doctor, my assistant is nailing down all the little details about the accident and Brian's stay in the hospital up in Springfield. We will get your signature on a bunch of form letters notifying the hospital and doctors that I am your legal counsel and allowing me access to the medical records.

We will also notify your insurance carrier and the carriers of the other vehicle owners involved in the accident and ask them for all documents they have that are pertinent, along with sending a demand letter to the owner of the truck that hit you, and their carrier, giving them notice to deal only through me and not to try and trick you into signing any releases that would give away your rights.

It sounds like a lot but not to worry, this what we do and, if I do say so myself, we are pretty dog gone good at it.

Any questions?"

She was confident, certainly. Along with confidence, she exuded energy. Her blond hair was pulled back on the sides and held in place with a couple of combs, which framed her face nicely. Her business suit was professional without being austere and though it hid her figure, I could tell she had one under there.

"Colleen, do Brian and I need to know anything special before Brian sees the doctor?"

"No, Mrs. Morse," she replied. "Rebecca knows what I need and will not waste your time. She is a truly good person and I think you'll both like her. I am going to be with you through all this and it's my job to make sure everything goes well and that you are taken care of properly.

However, if you feel any hesitation about using her as your doctor for the purposes of this case, tell me and I will help you locate one that you do trust. Just because I like her doesn't mean you have to." Colleen walked like she talked, straight, forward and quickly. It was no time before we were being ushered through the doctor's waiting area to an examination room.

The nurse took all the necessary information, checked our height and weight, hair and eye color, noted visible bruising and asked about pain and any mobility impairment. As fast as she finished, Dr. Temple strode in, introduced herself and went right to work.

Surprisingly, Colleen stayed and as Dr. Temple quickly examined Beth Ann and determined she had no injuries, soreness, or other impairment, Colleen took notes and consulted quietly with the doctor about each of her findings. It didn't take long and the doctor was ready for me.

"Brian, I am Dr. Temple and I understand from Colleen that your mother's car was hit by a truck, on your side. I was also told that you have lots of visible injuries," Colleen interrupted and handed the doctor the packet of photos, which she scanned carefully, making notes on the back of each photo. "I need to document for the record each of these injuries, so please either remove your clothes so I can see all your bruises, or if you prefer, change into a paper gown, then stretch out here on the table and we can get started.

I thought the three women would step out and give me a little privacy to strip but it quickly became apparent none of them had any such intent. Rather than object and get off on the wrong foot, I quickly stripped down to my briefs and presented myself flat on my back, on the examining table, for the doctor, lawyer and Beth Ann's inspection.

Satisfied, Dr. Temple began a comprehensive, inch by inch journal of my body. She spoke into a Dictaphone and cataloged every scar, blemish, bruise, bump, mark and discoloration. When she got to my torso, she pulled my briefs down and continued, right in front of Colleen and Beth Ann. That embarrassed me but I put up a good front instead of whining like a fourteen year old boy. I noticed Beth Ann and Colleen perked up when the doctor lifted my penis out of the way to look under and around it.

While she examined my private areas, Dr. Temple got me to describe the locations and intensity of my pain, how the pain inhibited my movements, any spots where the pain seemed to be worse than other places and any place on my body that I could describe simply as not feeling good. She was thorough about examining and recording every spot I identified. She exchanged glances with Colleen from time to time and once with Beth Ann. That made me think there was some things she wasn't saying, or charting, that might be important.

She was either intrigued, or troubled by something she saw around the base of my dick and it got her full attention for a long time. Though gentle, she deliberately moved me this way and that, for a better view of the bruises and surrounding area.

Into the recorder she commented extensively on the nature of the bruises, intensity of discoloration, the elongated pattern of likely scar tissue and the potential for permanent reproductive impairment. She exchanged a very strange look with Colleen that seemed full of concern. Beth Ann missed none of this and asked for an explanation.

"Mrs. Morse, Brian has evidence of trauma near the base of, and behind his genitals that could, and I really do mean could, be evidence of the lingering effects of the area lacking blood supply for a period of time following your crash. If his testicles lacked profusion for longer than about ten minutes it could leave him sterile. Additionally, when the testicles experience blunt trauma, sperm production can be severely diminished, so there's two reasons to be concerned and if you lean in and look very closely, I want you to see exactly what I'm talking about.

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