My regular urologist of ten years had recently relocated to Steamboat Springs, trading in full-time medicine for a cushy three-day work week and afternoons on the slopes. As a result, my upcoming appointment was reassigned to the new doctor who’d taken his place. The attendant called out, “Patrick O’Malley.” I stood and followed her down a long hallway to the last examination room, a part of the office I’d never been to b...

After the ten-minute drive home, the sharp edge of my agitation had dulled, settling into a low, steady undertone. Kimmie, my wife, met me at the door. “Well? How did it go? Any problems?” “No, everything was fine.” I turned quickly and headed for the kitchen, but Kimmie knows me too well. She’s fluent in the little tics, shifts and tells that betray me. She’s a poker player, and a good one. “Wait a minute, Mister. Not so...

Hearing the engine start, I sat there in a daze, my mind reeling over what had just happened with Dr. Feiler—and how that single encounter might have changed my life forever. It was a terrifyingly exciting thought. Those two sentences—so nonchalantly uttered—set my heart pounding as my mind spiraled through wild, impossible scenarios. By the time I pulled into the driveway, I realized I couldn’t remember a single moment o...

Once we arrived home, Kimmie didn’t say a word. She went straight to our bedroom, her movements purposeful and controlled. I followed, heart thudding, already sensing what was coming but not daring to speak. Kimmie’s voice was sharp, unyielding—almost military. "Pat, take off your clothes!" The authority in her tone let me know she meant business. She opened my panties drawer of the dresser, her fingers gliding over the n...