The Exam

The exam

Prequel

Chapter fifty-two July 8 Monday

As soon as his wife was out of the room, Chris was on the phone to the docs.

"Doctor's office" the mechanical voice of the receptionist.

"Is he there?"

"Who is calling pleeyuz?"

"Chris O'Connoll I gotta talk to him?"

"Just one moment pleeyuz.." and he was on hold, sweating and more nervous than he would have guessed. Every time he dealt with those two he knew he would end up regretting it. All he wanted was his normal, predictable boring life back.

"Doctor Kroos" came on the line.

"Kroos it's O'Connoll" Chris would force himself to deal with Kroos if need be, but not happy about it. He suspected Reynold was the one -- not this steroid-enhanced foreigner! -- who could get him out of this mess "I better talk to you too but mainly I gotta talk to the doc there."

"Are you still having... complications?"

"Yeah you could say that" he looked down at himself. Even after screwing his wife twice this morning he still was horny -- no worse than horny, he was sex-obsessed -- as hell.

"Do you want to elaborate?"

"Just tell me when you can see me!"

"Let me see. A moment please" and he was back on hold. Yeah just let those two come up with a plan, he thought, because they're the ones responsible for this whole stinking mess. And sooner or later, whether they were ready for it or not, he was going to make them realize they had a major problem on their hands. After a minute or two Kroos came back, "well I think I could fit you in around twelve-forty if you can make it here then -- "

"I'll be there" and he hung up. You can count on it ya dumb ape!

Chris spent the rest of the morning trying to keep busy on various chores around the house. When his wife was not back by twelve-fifteen he left her a note and was out the door. The drive downtown took way too long and he was in a pissed-off mood before he was in the parking lot. When he ran up the stairs two at a time to the office he almost knocked over a couple of guys leaving. They nodded at him like they knew him but he could not place them. He burst into the reception area like it was a raid!

"Okay where are they?"

"What?" the receptionist jerked her head up, a bit startled by the door slamming into a chair.

"The docs. I got an appointment."

"You are -- "

"O'Connoll remember? I was here last week."

"Oh yes" she went through some papers "Doctor Kroos penciled you in for one-thirty -- "

"He told me now" looking at the clock, twelve-thirty.

"Well he is going to be with someone until then. If you want to come back -- "

"I ain't waitin! He told me twelve-thirty so you better let him know I'm here now and I ain't waiting!"

At that moment a father and son team came in, the son looking a bit scared or nervous or both. Before Chris could alarm them, she had him sit down with "I'll tell him you're here" and she was gone.

Chris looked at the two trying to keep a magazine in front of him. The dad was in his forties, a bit round about the waist with thinning black hair, and his son was lighter haired and slimmer, perhaps a swimmer. He definitely had the shoulders of a swimmer.

"How's it goin?" Chris looked at the dad "when is YOUR appointment?"

"Not bad" he shook hands and Chris noticed then the size of the hand, or rather oven glove, that returned his fiercesome grip "we're here for one o'clock."

"A bit early."

"Well we have all the forms to fill out and stuff" the dad looked at his son "besides this is our first visit here -- "

"New to town?"

"Since June" again he looked at his son "just moved up here from M*******e because of work. And with school coming up we better make sure we have all our shots and sh-- I mean everything."

"Which school?"

"Jimmy here is starting his junior year at North" he nodded at his kid again.

"That right?" Chris looked at Jimmy, debating if he should tell them who he was. Fuck, he thought, they'll know soon enough "I'm Coach O'Connoll, Wrestling. North" he shook Jimmy's hand "you trying out for anything?"

"Swim team" he looked at Chris with a bit more respect in the last three seconds "or maybe track."

"Not wrestling?"

"Hell no."

"Why not?" Chris could see the kid was not built for it. Yet.

"It just ain't my thing" the kid looked away "besides I've been swimming two years now. Freestyle and Breast."

"Well good luck with it" Chris turned when the receptionist came in.

"Mr. Connoll this way."

"So he is gonna see me?"

"This way" and Chris followed her to the door, still holding the magazine in front of himself.

"You can leave that here."

"N-n-naw" he looked back at the two, in no mood to have them see his swollen crotch "I'm a -- er in the middle of the story."

She looked at him, with the slightest arch of one brow and led him in back.

"You don't have to go with" he panicked "just point me in the right direction."

"Number two exam room on your right" and she pointed down the hall.

"Two? you sure?" he had never been that way and it seemed suspicious.

"Number two. The doctor will be with you shortly" and she returned to the front.

He went down the hall the wrong way, not sure where this was leading. He found the door and went in.

What he saw just about blew him away! He had never seen the observation room before -- much less suspected it existed -- and had a perfect view into the main exam room. His hand did not leave the door handle before he started to turn around, thinking or hoping he was in the wrong area, but the door clearly said Exam Room Two. He looked up and down the deserted hall, debating what to do, but the throbbing in his crotch brought him this far and was vetoing any argument he could slap together, so he dragged himself back in and sat on the chair, trying to keep his eyes away from what was going on in the other room.

Both docs were examining some middle-aged hispanic guy Chris did not recognize. He was stripped to the waist, a cuff around his with the doc bringing a stethescope to the man's chest. Chris told himself he should not be watching this but in a sick way it was the only "show in town". To distract himself, Chris started glancing around his room, opening drawers, anything to keep his eyes away from that other room. Then it hit him like business end of a shovel! Damn! he felt the cold sweat run down his sides, considering the possibilities, all the terrible and humiliating possibilities. More than humiliating, outright criminal! All the people who might have been in here when he was having his "treatments", watching, leering, hell probably beating off more like it! Like They were just using him for their own sick little porno shit! The thought made him almost puke.

Being naked around other guys was not a problem, but being "done" in front of witnesses made his skin crawl. So he had no desire to witness somebody else's exam, even if was a "normal" one. As he got more nervous the room got warmer and warmer, but he knew, or hoped, it was just his over-sensitized nerves going haywire on him. Still he took off his shirt and tossed it over a chair, then went back to looking through the drawers. In the third one he fould two tubes of some kind of ointment. He opened one and as he suspected it was that damn green stuff. He squeezed out a glob and smeared it on a small area on his chest near his shoulder. He went to to the cabinet still scavenging for clues, or maybe something incriminating, waiting for the goo to take effect. But after a while not much happened, just a mild tingling and warming, barely enough to notice. He squeezed another dollop out and smeared it on his right nipple, thinking that might be a better test. Sure enough after a few moments he felt that distinctive sensation, the odd stimulating, tingling, itching effect. He was just about to rinse it off when he glanced at the other room and noticed Kroos was leaving.

Damn! he thought, and quickly returned the tube to the drawer, knowing Kroos would notice but so fucking what! Before he could rinse his chest, the door opened,

"Chris, the nurse told me this was important" and he extended his hand. Chris shook automatically "sorry to put you in here but we are scheduled full through today and tomorrow. So what is the problem?"

"Kroos this is fuckin crazy!" Chris pointed at his crotch "tell me when this is gonna stop!"

"Are you still experiencing after effects?"

"Fuck yes!!"

"Any pain? Swelling?"

"Yeah you could say 'swelling'" and he grabbed himself through the cloth.

"Any painful discharges? Difficulty urinating?"

"Nothin like that no. But it's like I'm thirteen all over again! All I can think about is getting off!"

"Getting off? You mean orgasms?"

"Yeah! It's like all I can think about is sex and more sex!"

"And your wife?"

"She thinks it's great but..."

"But?"

"But..." Chris sat down, scratching his nipple, feeling the sensation go right to his crotch "that's... well..."

"What is the problem? I cannot help you if you do not explain."

"Doc you gotta give me something. Something to undo this! Don't you have some kind of antidote?"

Kroos looked at Chris and then out the window to the doc and his patient. He became very serious and his voice deep and almost menacing, "Chris, you understand you now have certain... contractual obligations with this office -- no I will explain -- so I am going to be brutally honest with you -- "

"What is it!? Something's wrong right?"

"No not wrong exactly" Kroos looked at Chris, sizing him up "there is nothing PHYSICALLY wrong with you but -- "

"But what?"

"It would be better if you get up on the table and I will make sure you are not -- "

"I can TELL you what the problem is doc. Since last week I've been screwing just about anything in my path and I can't seem to stop -- "

"Yes -- "

"And no matter what, this dick and this... well I just want more and more and -- "

"Have you had a permanent erection this entire time?"

"Just about!" Chris thrust his hips forward to make the point "okay when I cum I get some relief for a while but -- "

"But?"

"But after a few hours it's back again."

"Any redness? Soreness?"

"Well not..."

"Please get on the table and I will look for myself."

Chris kicked off his shoes and tossed his socks on the floor. As he was unbuckling his pants he nodded at the window,

"They can't see in here can they?"

"No."

"But we can see them."

"Obviously."

"Like when I was the sucker in there, right?"

Kroos looked at the window and back at Chris, "IF someone had been in here... yes."

"Was there? Someone here then?"

"The sooner you get up on the table the sooner we can see if we can perhaps works towards some remedy --"

"So there WAS somebody -- "

"I am not saying that."

"Then what? There was, wasn't there! Who's been watching -- "

"Remember all of your exams had been recorded for malpractice reasons so it would make little sense -- "

"So there was no one?"

"What sense would there be?" and Kroos let the question hang there, looking as impatient as he could.

"Are you sure?" Chris looked around and then kicked out of his pants and pulled down his shorts. He cock sprang up like a coiled spring, "see what I mean now?"

"Now will you please get on the table?" and Kroos directed him onto the paper-covered end and then almost forced his shoulders down. He examined the lymph nodes in Chris' groin "does this hurt?"

"Fuck no" but the feeling of someone's hands on his lower torso was as stimulating as he remembered. Still.

"Does this hurt?" and Kroos started massaging his thighs.

"I'm tellin ya doc what the problem is" and to make his point he grabbed his cock and started waving it around.

"Yes I can see how aroused you are Chris" Kroos went over to the drawer and put on a pair of gloves. Chris saw that and groaned. Without a word he rolled onto his stomach.

"Actually I need you up on your knees, Chris" Kroos stood there with one eye on the other room. Chris saw his glance and raised himself saying, "so who is that in there?"

"You recognize him?"

"No, should I?"

"It is not important" and with Chris' attention focused on the table below him, Kroos took out two tubes of ointment, and smeared some of the infamous green goo onto his gloved fingers. With Chris' butt spread and extended towards Kroos' hand, it took little effort to insert one and then two well-lubed fingers into him. It took maybe a total of fifteen seconds before Chris started squirming,

"Damn doc!" and tried to clamp his cheeks together "that's that damn itching green shit isn't it?"

"Yes it is."

"Damnit why'd you put more in there!" but Kroos' strong hands were keeping Chris' hips in place no matter how he squirmed "Damn you!"

"Now Mr. Connoll you came here today to obtain a remedy for your situation, so unless you want your condition to continue or... worsen -- "

"What?!! You never said anything about -- "

"I suggest you cooperate fully, agreed?"

"Damn..." Chris knew he would be wise to get off the table, put on his clothes and never step foot in this office again but he also knew he was trapped. Like a cornered rat! And maybe deep inside he was starting to develop some preliminary and weird guilt for what he had done, not the least when he raped that kid -- okay so I let the kid rape me, same fucking thing! -- and maybe this was his punishment now. And maybe, just maybe, if he worked out his punishment here he could postpone the inevitable consequences with his life, his career, all the rest. The walls were going to come crashing down, but maybe he could postpone it this way. Not the most logical, but then his little brain was calling the shots now. And with Kroos smearing more of that drug in him, he knew he was hooked as bad as any crackhead. Hah hah, crack! he sneared at his pathetic pun. Yeah my head's definitely in my crack now!

"Fine you fuckin... win..." and Chris lowered his head to the paper, almost hoping Kroos would really let him have it. And the deep stimulation was having its effect as bad, if not worse than before. Okay I'm beaten, just keep doing that with those fingers.

"I am glad we have come to an agreement Mr. Connoll. Now we need to see what is going on here."

Kroos smeared a bit more green lube inside of Chris' hole and when he was fully stretched and lubed he withdrew his fingers. Chris felt the cold air hit his open butthole and hissed but did not say anything. He crouched there and waited. When it seemed Kroos was taking a long time fumbling with something behind him, he raised his head and looked to the window, anything to keep his mind off the empty hollow feeling in his guts.

In the other room the doc had that guy sitting on the exam table, now stripped to a pair of very white briefs. It seemed the air-conditioning in that room was as bad as in his room, Chris thought, watching the guy trying to mop his face and upper chest, wiping the sweat away as best he could. The doc was making a point of spending a lot of time on the guy's calves and feet, apparently the guy was having problems there. The doc had fastened some kind of straps to both his ankles and hooked them to a machine very similar to the one used on him but why there were two straps around his ankles Chris could not figure out. Before he could see what happened next he heard Kroos,

"This may be cold at first..." and Chris knew the metal probe was coming for his hole. It didn't take long before he felt it make contact with his now very sensitive ring. With a squeeze and a thrust it slid past the ring.

Chris hissed but did not say a word.

"Does that hurt?" Kroos said but pushed it in another inch.

"What if it did?" Chris kept his eyes on the other room "just do what ya gotta do Kroos. And I hope you get off on this!"

"Mr. Connoll!" and another inch slid in "you know this is strictly professional -- "

"Not anymore Kroos. Maybe at first it was but now it's about something else right?"

"What do you mean?"

"What I mean" Chris turned as the doc in the other room started to make adjustments to the dials and the guys leaned his head back, his eyes closed, the sweat now streaming down his neck and chest "is you don't gotta bullshit me any more. This is about something else now -- I don't know what -- but this doctor-patient game is all shit, right? Maybe you and the doc in there get off on all this -- "

"That is completely inaccurate and outrageous!"

"Is it? Is it really Kroos? I bet right now you got the biggest hardon, watching that thing go into my hole. I bet this shit is a big fuckin turn-on right?"

"Of course not!"

"Prove it!"

"Do not waste my time with your ridiculous -- "

"Prove this doesn't get your nut! Prove you ain't all boned up over this!" and Chris had a strong hunch he had him now.

"Chris that will be enough."

But Kroos continued to slide the metal probe deep into Chris until he knew it had found its target. Chris turned a bright red and shut his eyes as it made contact with his prostate. When he felt Kroos remove the inner tube and the cold air hit the lining deep inside him he started shaking, the stimulation going right to his dickhead. Damn, I just blew two loads this morning, how much more? It used to take me at least a few hours to recharge, now this?

"Are you okay?" Kroos picked up another tube, this one attached to another machine.

"No Kroos, you're killing me. Is that what ya wanna hear? Does that get you off, getting guys all worked up and squirming?"

"Of course not!" but Kroos' hand had the slightest shaking as he brought the end to the hollow tube and slid it in. He then turned on the machine and started recording the images coming from the camera deep inside. As he suspected the lining was irritated but luckily there was no indication of tearing or damage. Kroos took his time examing every inch of Chris rectal lining but all looked as good as could be expected.

"You seeing everything you need to see?"

"There is no indication of any damage although -- "

"But what?"

"But it looks like..." Kroos wanted to play his hunch as well "like there has been a great deal of... stimulation of your -- "

"Guess that's what happens when you let guys screw you in the butt you mean? Yeah Kroos, I had a dick up my ass, hell I had several, as many as I could take, is that what you wanna hear?"

"Are you sure?"

"Hell yeah" Chris felt Kroos slowly withdraw the tube "anybody who wanted a go I'd let'm fuck me. I'll let anyone fuck me now..." Chris twisted his head around trying to see Kroos' expression "even you!" he could see Kroos' expression.

"Mister O'Connoll!"

"You wanna go? You want a turn fucking me?"

"Mr. Connoll you know I would not -- "

"Fuck I bet you're all boned up just thinking about it aren't you?"

"Of course not!"

"I'm still betting you your dick is hard right now -- "

"And if I am not?"

"It don't matter cause I know you're boned!"

"Well Mr. O'Connoll" Kroos unbuttoned his white coat as Chris twisted around to see. He watched him unbuckle his pants and reach into his white shorts. Chris gulped when he saw Kroos pull the front of his shorts down and tuck them under his large hairy balls. His fat uncircumcized dick hung down, not hard, but not soft either. Damn!

"Fuck... but then... I thought..." Chris tried to recover, but on his hands and knees with the tube still in his butt he felt the complete idiot.

"You thought what?" and Kroos rearranged himself again.

"I thought this whole thing..." he nodded at the window "all of this was just..."

"Just what?"

"I don't know, fake! a scam! Some kind of front for some kinky sex ring or -- "

"This is a doctor's office!" Kroos looked very indignant "like any other. Granted we have been pursuing some unorthodox non-traditional modalities -- "

"But the cameras! And now this!" waving his hand at the one-way mirror.

"Strictly standard!"

"Standard my ass!" but as soon as he said it, Chris remembered his position and just groaned "fuck..."

"So it seems you have lost your bet Mr. O'Connoll" Kroos rebuttoned his coat, looking like the picture of normalcy.

"Maybe I did, maybe I was just kidding!"

"You were not 'kidding' when you accused me of rather outrageous behavior..."

"Outrageous? I've seen what goes on here -- "

"And?"

"And... well... how would you explain half the shit that's happened around here?"

"Everything here has been following professional guidelines -- "

"What?"

"And we have all the film documentation to prove it."

"Like that would hold up in court -- "

"And let us not forget all patients have signed release forms... do you deny signing?"

"But that was under pressure! You had a gun to my head!"

"And you have paid several visits to the clinic here since so it would appear you are in complete approval with -- "

"Wait a minute!" and Chris extracted the tube from his butt and started to get off the table.

"Are you leaving?"

"Damn right I'm leaving!"

"And you are forfeiting all future treatments?" Kroos slowly started to disassemble the equipment, knowing he had him now.

"Fuck THIS!" but Chris just sat back down on the table "what are you trying to do to me?"

"Why nothing" Kroos stopped and looked at him full "nothing more than you have requested. But if you walk out today, you can be assured you will never see the inside of this office again, and there will be no relief from... from your... condition" Kroos reached forward, grabbing Chris' by the the cock. Chris squeezed his eyes shut but did not pull away.

"Think carefully what you want from now on" Kroos released the hold but left his hand grabbing Chris' thigh firmly, reminding him who was boss.

Chris sat there with his eyes closed, afraid to look at Kroos, afraid to see what was going on in the other room, afraid to look at his hard cock betraying him. He felt the fear wrinkle his balls but his heatbeat continued to throb in his cock.

"Okay okay" Chris tried a new tack "no reason to get all upset about this."

"I assure you I am not upset Mr. O'Connoll" Kroos started to move his hand slowly up Chris' thigh until it came to rest under his balls. Chris gave out a sharp hiss "but I want to make sure we understand each other completely."

"Yes... sir" Chris kept his eyes shut, but he knew without looking that a smile was spreading over Kroos' face as he felt his hand start to massage his scrotum very unprofessionally. But the message was very clear: I have you by the balls now mister!

"Now we return to the matter of our little wager -- "

"It was a joke... sir" Chris opened his eyes, seeing the smile on Kroos' mug he expected.

"Regardless... you lost the wager."

"But -- "

"And since you lost..." Kroos' hand went up to Chris' cock with a slow teasing glide "and since I harbor no grudges..."

"Doc can you stop that?" looking down at his cock and Kroos' hand gliding up and down the shaft "I told you I'm always totally horned now. Thanks to you!"

"Since I bear no ill will I will make your... 'punishment' very easy."

"Doc look I just came here to get this damn condition fixed once and for all okay? But if I gotta play some game to continue to get relief then fine" Chris leaned back, thrusting his cock up into Kroos' hand "go ahead jerk me off."

Kroos removed his hand from Chris and went back to cleaning the equipment "as you suggested, you seem to find a certain amount of relief from..." he turned back to look at Chris "shall we say, anal stimulation?"

"If you're saying getting buttfucked, then yeah, I admit it. That's the only thing that seems to help."

"Well then since I will not... penetrate... you" Kroos folded his arms over his barrel chest "and the doc in there would never agree to such a thing, then your only recourse is... Mr. Herrrer in there!" and Kroos nodded his head at the window.

"What!?! Are you nuts?"

"So your consequence for losing the wager is to go in that room and convince our patient to have anal intercourse with you -- "

"What -- I mean why -- I mean you CAN'T be serious!"

"I'll go tell Mr. Herrer" and Kroos started for the door. Chris was on his feet and grabbing his arms in seconds,

"Wait!"

"Yes?"

"You can't do this!"

"You admit you lost a wager -- "

"No -- I mean yes -- I mean -- "

"Well? Which is it?"

"Please don't make me go in there! Not like this! Please!" Chris could barely recognize his own voice pleading like this.

"I do not know..." but Kroos stopped.

"I'll do anything! Not this!"

"But Mr. O'Connoll you have already signed an agreement -- "

"It didn't mention this!" Chris felt himself break out in a cold sweat "did it?"

"We keep the copy in the other room. Do you want me to get it?"

"No!!" Chris shouted so loud he almost expected the two in the other room to turn and look "but..."

"Well if you want us to find a resolution to your condition -- "

"I can't go in there! Can't I just do something else--" and wanted to throttle himself as soon as the words spilled out.

"Well..." Kroos walked away from the door and sat down in his chair. In that moment Chris looked at the other room, maybe hoping they had left in the interim, but no, they were both there, and damn! that guy, Herrer? was now naked and lying on the table. Chris looked away fast before Kroos could catch him. Too late,

"well... there might be..." Kroos weighed the words with great deliberation "another way."

"Goddamn Kroos I've already signed my life away to you. What more could you -- "

"Do you have any further commitments for tonight?"

Chris thought quickly, Monday? No he could not think of anything. His wife was probably going to spend the evening unpacking and doing after-weekend chores like laundry and such, "no I mean... why?" but he knew it was going to be bad, whatever.

"Very well" Kroos reached into a drawer and removed a business card "six-thirty tonight at this address."

Chris took the card. It was for a restaurant he had been to once near E*****t Lake . He knew the place, Mort's for Ribs on Route 57 past P*******h "so what I'm supposed to wash dishes for a punishment?"

"Tonight at six-thirty. I will tell Mort to expect you."

"Mort?"

"Mort... yes. And try not to forget Mr. O'Connoll, we will find a resolution to your condition, pending your compliance."

"Fine" Chris tossed the card on the pile of his clothes "I'll go. Now can we get back to..."

"Your treatment?" Kroos started to ready the room for what Chris guessed was the next patient, "we will see you tomorrow -- "

"Tomorrow? I can't wait until -- I came in today -- "

"Tomorrow at... let us move you early out of consideration of your cooperation, nine-thirty?"

"But today!"

"Very good. You may want to take a quick shower now" Kroos looked at his watch "but the next patient will be here in five or so minutes. I would think you would not want them to see you in your present condition -- "

"Damn doc!" Chris was already diving for his clothes "we had a appointment for TODAY!"

"A shower then?" Kroos started to open the door.

"Wait!" Chris tried to cover himself "fine okay I'm leaving" and started to struggle into his shorts and pants. In a flash he was almost presentable again, but damnit Kroos was still holding the door open. Chris prayed no one would walk by. As he stepped into his shoes he glanced into the other room and there was the doc starting to work over that naked guy who was starting to squirm around but before he could see why, Kroos reached down and picked up that card from the floor,

"Do not forget. Six-thirty" and slid it into his shirt pocket "I will tell Mort to expect you."

"But -- "

"And Mr. O'Connoll" Kroos started to leave, the door wide ajar "no masturbating or sexual intercourse until then agreed? It will make it easier for you, you will understand and thank me then."

"What?" Chris struggled after him, knowing somebody heard. But Kroos walked down the hall and out to the reception area. Chris grabbed the last of his things and half-hopped, half-sprinted for the bathroom.

He locked himself in, looking around as he pissed. As he expected they were where he guessed, small circular openings in several places in the ceiling. Cameras! He tried to turn away but gave up. Fuck, he thought, by now they must have a film of every square inch of his bod, inside and out. He flushed and finished dressing, adjusting himself as best he could so his swollen crotch was not as noticeable. When he had done his best, he opened the door and started walking down the hall just as the door to the main exam room opened! Standing there was the doc,

"Mr. O'Connoll, I trust you are feeling better today?" he reached out to shake hands, blocking his departure.

"Fine doc, just fine" he tried not to look through the open door but there stood the other patient, Herrrer? naked and sweating. His hairless, dark torso was shiny under the lights, and as much as he tried not to, his eyes went down to the dark black pubic region, his very brown cock looking like it was quickly coming down from a full hard, "but you are with a patient, I gotta go -- "

"O'Connoll?" came from the guy inside "you O'Connoll?"

Chris turned beet red, knowing he was recognized, "yeah?"

"You the wrestling coach?" the guy looked almost pissed.

"Yeah that's right."

"You coach my kid Mannie?"

Now he remembered where he heard that name -- pronounced different? -- before, "yeah. Mannie. Good kid" damn he wanted to get the hell outa there.

"Yeah maybe" Mr. Herrer gave him a good look up and down. Chris just knew he could tell his crotch was noticeable "just don't let him give ya any shit this year, right?"

"Fine. Nice meeting ya" and he turned to leave, not waiting to hear more.