Play Ball!

Play Ball!

"I am so sorry, Mr. Wanker," pleaded the sonogram technician. "I know this is rather uncomfortable and the gel is slick and cold, but this is the quickest non-invasive way for us to tell what you are dealing with. I really appreciate you being so patient as we get all the scans done. If you could flip over and assume the head down and knees up position for us, we will be done here soon."

She waited patiently, watching intently while her nursing assistant helped Richard Wanker assume the proper position, using her hands to push his head further down and his ass all of the way up, then spreading his legs wide apart so the sonogram technician could apply more gel on his ball sac to get a scan from yet another angle.

The nursing assistant, a student at the academic medical center, came back to the sonogram tech and said with a smile, "What a ball game we have here. We're in the seventh inning stretch and so close to knowing the outcome." The technician sneered at the student nurse, who was making faces and laughing at the male patient's predicament without him overhearing.

Turning back to her patient, the sonogram tech said, "Okay, Mr. Wanker, this is going to be cold and you will feel a mild sensation of pressure as I take this scan. I just want you to be prepared for what is coming next."

Richard Wanker was thinking only one sonogram of his ball sac would be needed to determine if the testicular lump he found while showering recently was a concern, but this was the third angle the two female healthcare professionals had taken of his nuts. Even though the lump he felt was on the left side, they were under doctor's orders to check both balls and it took longer and more angles to be thorough.

Both women smiled broadly. While their male patient's head was buried, they had unfettered views of his seven-inch cock, full balls and winking asshole right before their feminine eyes. The technician's rubber gloves made her even more sexy and her long fingers seemed to linger in massaging imaging gel on his scrotum and the lower portions of his penis.

Both girls saw the patient's cock twitch, and they raised their manicured eyebrows and winked at each other. How naughty!

How did we get here?

Richard Wanker was showering one day and soaping up thoroughly after a long run with friends. Checking his package he felt a small lump in one of his balls that troubled him. After drying off thoroughly, he sat down and used his right hand to probe his testicles to see if this was an oddity or the start of something more concerning.

He felt no pain but there was indeed a small lump in his left testicle. He did not want it to get any larger, so he made an appointment with his primary care physician, Dr. Orville Miller.

Dr. Miller saw him immediately and agreed with Richard that this needed further investigation. He wrote an order for the local imaging center to do some tests and, based on the results, they would address this together.

Richard had been to the imaging center the time he sprained his right knee so he knew the location.

"Please undress completely in Exam Room 1, put on one of the gowns on the chair, and wait for the sonogram technician," said the receptionist after reviewing the doctor's imaging order. Richard had purposely worn less clothing, knowing he would probably have to disrobe for an exam or an ultrasound. Still, the feeling of nakedness under the skimpy gown and the possibility this was serious worried him.

There was a knock on the door, and a gorgeous technician with blond hair in a ponytail and nice smile stepped into the room. "Hello Mr., Wanker," she said. "Good morning, I'm Susie and I am your ultrasound technician. I will be using the ultrasound equipment on you to try to get a better indication of what that lump is, OK?"

The wheels started to spin in Richard's head. He thought, "Wow, she is very attractive and also very young. I suppose having a hot gal like her check out my cock and balls wouldn't be so bad... although what if I get a boner?"

"Sir, could you please step up on the exam table and lie on your back?" she instructed. "How are you today? This will just take a few minutes and then we will get your doctor the images he needs to make a diagnosis."

Susie had reviewed his chart and noticed this was the third scan in the last week for testicular problems. She thought her current patient was by far the cutest, but she also saw he was very nervous, which is natural for patients here. "Maybe I can help alleviate his anxiety a little?" she thought.

"This is your lucky day," the busty blue-eyed nurse said. "Dr. Manning is in today and can read the tests we take while you wait, and later she'll come in and give you a complete and thorough exam"

Richard was distracted, and it wasn't just by the sexy technician or the thought of a female doctor giving him an exam. He was apprehensive about finding a small lump in his left testicle and not knowing if it was benign or possibly cancer; after all, he had learned that testicular cancer strikes 1 in every 250 men in their lifetime. At age 27, Richard was in the window of males aged 15 to 40 who are increasingly susceptible to testicular cancer.

The educator knew one could still procreate with one ball, but he kind of liked his pair and so did some of the ladies he was with. What girlfriend would want to hear her husband-to-be only has one testicle, especially if they both want to have children?

Susie also noticed that Paul had a very slight limp. From his chart she saw that he had been into the clinic for testing on a knee strain recently. She popped out of the exam room and summoned a student nursing assistant to help the patient get in the right positions.

"Richard, this is Carla," she announced. "She will be observing but also helping you get into the proper positions for the scans we are going to do today. You are in good hands with us."

"Scans," thought Paul in his head. That's plural and means many -- not one."

Susie asked Carla to help position Richard on his back, legs spread wide open and to lift his gown up as she could have access to the site (his groin and ball sac).

Richard's seven-inch flaccid cock and full balls came into view as Carla did her job.

Richard winced at the sound of Susie donning nitrile gloves to apply the cold gel needed to help with the sonogram imaging. How invasive was this going to be?

She took images of both testicles and then had Carla roll him over, so she could take scans of the underside/rear of his nut sac. Susie was fondling his balls and pushing his scrotum back so the device could get the rear side images.

Then, Carla repositioned Richard for the rear hanging view.

This was far more than he ever imagined. He was, however, anxious, to know whether the lump he found was benign and he could get on with his normal life.

"Mr. Wanker, Carla will keep you company while I get these images to Dr. Manning," instructed Susie. "You can lie down on this pillow, or you can sit on the edge of the exam table. It will take 10-15 minutes for the doctor to read them and make a preliminary diagnosis."

Richard glanced at Carla, who looked like a college sorority girl gone bad to him. She was even younger than Susie and tended to be more direct and abrasive.

The Butterfly Position

It was silent in the room for several minutes. Richard felt very exposed and rather cold. He asked Carla, who was seated in the room and scrolling on her phone and periodically typing, if he might have a blanket or sheet to cover him while he waited.

Carla looked up from her phone. She'd just started writing a text to one of her nursing classmates about how she'd just made a hunky guy assume the "receiving doggie" position while stripped nude when Richard spoke.

"Huh?" she asked.

"Can I have a sheet or a blanket while I wait? It's cold in here," Richard said.

"Let me see what I can do," she said, continuing to finish her text for another 30 seconds before standing up and looking in the cabinets. She found one sheet left in the cabinet and handed it to Richard, then went back to her phone.

Richard quickly spread the sheet over himself and continued to wait. The clock on the wall ticked loudly as his anxiety grew. What took so long?

Suddenly he heard the sound of high heels on the floor outside his room and Susie's voice, plus that of another woman. The door opened, and in walked Susie, followed by a very attractive dark-haired Latina woman in a form fitting blue dress, lab coat, and blue heels. She looked to be in her mid-30's. If it were any other situation, Richard would have been very interested in flirting with her. She reminded him of Eva Longoria, the actress.

"Hello, Mr. Wanker, I am Dr. Amazona Manning. I am the radiologist and chief physician here at the imaging center. I have done a quick review of the images that Susie and Carla took of you."

Richard took a breath in and swallowed hard.

"Hi," he said, "nice to meet you." Then, nervously, he asked, "So what's the verdict on my cyst?"

"Well, inconclusive, to be honest. This is a new machine and we're still getting everything calibrated with its image processing. I'd like the ladies to take a few more scans" Dr. Manning said. "I know it's a bit uncomfortable but I'd rather not miss something important."

"Susie," she continued, "if you would get some images from him in the 'butterfly wing' position, that would let me see what I need to see."

"Alright, Mr. Wanker, you just lie back and these ladies will get you taken care of in no time," Dr. Manning said, patting Richard on the shoulder. She gave him a warm smile and left the room.

"Ok, sir, we're going to need you to lie on your back like the doctor said, and let your knees fall out to the side," Susie said. "We'll need to take off the sheet and lube you up once more."

Richard lay back and spread his legs wide. "So this is why they call it the butterfly position," he thought. Little did he know....

Susie gently pulled the sheet back and snapped on a new pair of gloves. She asked Carla for more ultrasound gel.

"OK, sir, for these scans I will need to separate your testicles a bit. I'll be as gentle as I can."

Out of the corner of his eye, Richard thought he saw Carla grinning.

Susie reached forward with both of her gloved hands. One hand lifted his cock to lay it on his lower abs, while the other eased his balls apart from each other.

"OK, sir, you may feel a little pressure here from the paddle," she said.

She kept one hand on his cock to keep it up and out of the way while her other hand guided the wand between his balls, moving slowly up and down. Richard tried to distract himself as best he could, but looking at the busty blonde technician holding his cock with one hand and rubbing his balls with the other started to get him excited. His cock started to firm up in Susie's gloved hand. He didn't know whether to be embarrassed or to go with it and get a full hard on. Soon he had a rather strong erection and was standing up like a flagpole.

"Ok, nearly done," Susie said. "Yes, mm, wow, ok," she said - and looking at her, Richard noticed she was flushing a little bit.

"Carla, can you hand Mr. Wanker some paper towels to dry himself off with?" Susie asked.

Carla roughly tossed a pile of towels on Richard's chest and turned away, smirking. She grabbed her phone and started texting again.

"Ok, Mr. Wanker, I'll send these images over to Dr. Manning's computer and check back with her. Carla, please stay here with Mr. Wanker and help him put that sheet back over himself."

Susie tapped on her computer for a few moments and then left the room. Richard's spirits sank. Another anxious wait.

The Young And The Restless

Carla had never witnessed such an explicit baring of an adult male in the imaging center and was bursting to share with a friend or a classmate about her experience of seeing Mr. Wanker, a single, athletic and younger patient who got a hard on during his last "butterfly imaging" session.

Susie, on the other hand, had been exposed to many naked images of men and women of all ages and degrees of illness who required her expert imaging for primary care and specialist physicians to make the correct diagnosis and course of treatment. Mr. Wanker's small lump in his testicle was more than likely benign and would probably not require any further treatment. Until she knew Dr. Manning's diagnosis, though, she was going to be utterly professional and take the high road.

After forwarding the images to Dr. Manning, Susie went back to her small office to move copies of the images onto the clinic's main computer drive. Just then, Carla burst into the room, which barely afforded Susie enough space to sit and use a computer and store files, let alone the excitable Carla.

Susie looked up and said, "Thanks, Carla, for your help with Mr. Wanker. I saw he was limping slightly from a previous knee injury and might need help maneuvering into the positions we needed to capture his scans."

Carla laughed and said, "Are you kidding? Thank you, Susie... for letting me capture his cock, balls and ass multiple times in such compromising, exposed positions. You must really love your job! I thought I would lose it when his dick got erect in your gloved hand."

Susie saw a teachable moment. "Carla, the folks we see here are anxious because they are sick and seeking answers to their future health and wellness. We need to be careful not to abuse our privilege of occasionally seeing an attractive nude male in the process."

Carla waved off her mentor. "Wait a second - are you telling me you weren't interested in stroking that sticky long cock and playing with his balls and nearly making him cum?" she posed. "You were the one who said, and I quote, 'Yes, mm, wow, ok' when he was sending up a tent pole. You were the one blushing - and I think he noticed you got flustered."

"Well.... you do have a point," said Susie, "and so did he.... If Mr. Wanker was healthy and had mutual interest in me... that would be a different matter. I like that mole on his ass and the shape of his cock that led to his circumcised knob." The tech broke down and smiled and put her hand on Carla's shoulder.

"Now, get back in there and make sure Mr. Wanker is comfortable until Dr. Manning has her diagnosis," ordered Susie.

Carla returned to Exam Room 1 and used an extra blanket she got out of the supply closet to warm him up. The thin sheet was not enough in the frigid ultrasound room.

Richard looked up and smiled. He'd been fantasizing about both Susie and the naughty sorority-girl-gone-bad, Carla. He was remembering Susie handling his phallus and Carla moving his tight glutes around - and thinking about much, much more. It was good that Carla could not see his full erection under the sheet and blanket.

Heels clicking signaled Dr Manning's return, and both she and Susie re-entered the exam room. Richard's thoughts returned to his naked predicament and the verdict on his crown jewels.

"We have some good news, Mr. Wanker," said Dr. Manning. "The last image the girls captured confirmed what I thought to be true. This is a benign cyst in your left testicle and the right one is perfect." She smiled and thanked Susie and Carla for their help.

"If you experience any pain," said the dark-featured Latina physician, "you can take any of the over-the-counter anti-inflammatory drugs like ibuprofen or acetaminophen to help ease mild discomfort."

Dr. Manning then raised her eyebrows and touched Richard's arm. "Dr. Miller is aware of our findings and he wants to see you this afternoon to discuss options for either leaving the cyst alone, draining it, or surgically removing it. You can call his office from here. If he recommends draining it or removing it, my assistants will be in touch with you about scheduling the procedure. I do draining and sclerotizing as well as removal procedures all the time."

Richard's facial expressions and body language changed measurably with the good news. Perhaps all of this shady exposure and imaging was important after all, even though the humiliation was off the charts.

"There is one last request we need to perform," said Dr. Manning. "Dr. Miller wants us to capture a semen sample to test the viability and motility of the swimmers you have. If you are up to it," she chuckled with her inside joke, "you can escape us devious ladies of the imaging center."

The Shot Heard Round The World

"Susie, Carla - please get Mr. Wanker a specimen container. Mr. Wanker, it's been a pleasure meeting you, and I am happy to be able to give you the good news about your cyst," Dr. Manning said warmly. Then, shaking Richard's hand and giving him very different eye contact, she said, "if I can be of help to you in the future, please don't hesitate to reach out. Here's my card. My personal cell phone is on the bottom of the card." Then she smiled at her assistants and stepped out of the room.

Although he'd been manhandled (well, actually woman-handled) in this appointment, Richard did have to admit having three beautiful women inspect his cock and balls for an hour wasn't so bad.

The door closed and Susie and Carla looked at each other. Carla locked the door.

"Well, Mr. Wanker, we wanted to see if you lived up to your name. Maybe we could help collect your sample?" Carla said while Susie blushed and handed Richard the specimen container.

Carla pulled back the sheet and covered Richard's body, leaving him exposed again.

"Need any lube?" Carla said.

Richard shook his head. Things had once again taken an unexpected turn.

"Susie, want to do the honors while I play catcher on this baseball team? Let's give Richard's bat and balls a workout," Carla said. She took the container from Richard and knelt down at the foot of the exam table.

Meanwhile, Susie took a little bit of lube and began to massage Richard's already swelling cock with one hand and caressed his balls with the other hand. Soon he was completely erect and breathing hard. Susie and Carla took turns saying all manner of teasing things to him...

"You're dying to fuck one of us, aren't you?" said Carla. "You took a shine to Dr. Manning... want to fuck her, too?"

"Look at that swollen cock... you're longing to finally get some relief aren't you?" said Susie.

"Slow down and edge him, Susie... we want to make the fun last a little while..." added Carla.

"You like my tits, don't you, big boy? You want me to rub that dong of yours between them, don't you? Not going to happen unless I hear you beg..." said Susie.

Richard's abs were tensed, as were his butt cheeks. He was simultaneously tormented and loving every second of this and wanting it to continue as long as he could hold out.

"Imagine my mouth sucking on your fat cock, Richard... I bet you wouldn't last 30 seconds?" Susie added.

Richard managed to mutter, "I'm dying to find out."

Pausing her stroking and caressing, Susie unzipped her snug outer outfit. Inside, Richard could see two gorgeous globes in a black lace bra. Then she resumed her stroking and teasing of him, leaning over to give him a better view. He suddenly felt the urge to explode.

"I'm going to... I can't wait any longer..." he moaned.

Carla moved into position and Susie expertly aimed the head of Richard's throbbing cock at the container. Within seconds, four long surges of cum shot into the plastic cup. Richard groaned with each shot as the ladies laughed.

"Well, Richard, you certainly responded well to a good wanking!" Carla said between giggles. "Here's some towels. Susie and I are just sorry we didn't record your moon shot for our girlfriends."

Susie smiled and bit her lip, then went to the sink to wash her hands.

Soon the ladies were stepping out of the room to leave poor Richard alone to get dressed.

The Decision

Later that afternoon, Richard Wanker was back in the office of Dr. Orrville Miller, his primary care physician, discussing the results of his imaging, semen test and how to proceed with the testicular cyst.

Richard was relieved to be clothed and discussing this with another man who might better understand how important his balls were to him.

"Your images show a benign cyst in your left testicle that can be left alone and monitored, or we can surgically remove it with a small incision in your scrotum," said Dr. Miller. "Some men opt to have the cyst drained," he added, but said, "I would not recommend that. Research shows that the cyst may refill and come back. We can nip it in the bud and get rid of it for good."

Richard was disappointed that his semen test showed some deficiencies if he ever wanted to have children, and he was torn between doing nothing and the surgical removal of the lump once and for all.

"If I opted for surgery," asked Richard, "would you do it.... or who would you recommend?"

Dr. Miller did not hesitate: "Dr. Amazona Manning is the absolute best to do the surgery. You met her at the imaging lab, right?"

Richard was whisked to another place when he heard "Amazona Manning." All he could think of was taking off her conservative white lab coat, unzipping her dark blue dress and lace panties and dipping his cock into her pussy. He imagined they were in Exam Room #1 at the imaging center. Dr. Manning's legs were in the stirrups for a vaginal ultrasound and Richard was using his probe to pierce her wet puffy vagina and was using his hands to feel her heaving breasts as he thrust his hips forward....

"Richard.... Richard? Which surgeon would you like to go with the cyst?" said Dr. Miller, raising his voice to get Richard's attention.

"I would like Dr. Manning," he said, as if in a trance.

"Good," said Dr. Miler, "I'll set it up and text you the date and time. She has met you, has all your test results and can proceed right to the procedure. I think you made the right decision by going with Dr. Manning."

Nip, Tuck, and Fuck

Soon the day came for Richard's procedure. He went to the outpatient clinic where his appointment was, filled out all the consent forms and paperwork, waited a tense ten minutes, and was then called back for his pre-op.

He was led to a curtained area with a rolling surgical bed in it. A technician gave him a bag to put his belongings in, confirmed he had someone to give him a ride home after the surgery, and told him to remove his clothing, put on a gown, and lie on the bed. The technician left the area, closed the curtains, and left Richard alone.

He had no sooner than gotten onto the bed when a somewhat familiar female voice said, "Are you ready, Mr. Wanker?"

"Yes," he replied.

The curtains parted and there stood Carla, the nurse trainee, snapping on latex gloves. She seemed much more polished and professional.

"Nice to see you again. I'm here with Dr. Manning to take you back to the procedure room. Did you shave yourself before coming?" she asked.

"Yes, smooth as a baby's bottom," Richard said.

"Alright, let me get an IV started on you and then I will roll you back to the surgical suite." Carla replied.

Soon, Richard was in the operating room. An anesthesiologist greeted him and talked about the medication (propofol) that would be used to sedate him. They fitted him with a nasal cannula with oxygen.

The door opened and in walked Dr. Manning and Susie, the ultrasound technician. Even in surgical gowns and wearing masks they looked sexy.

"Hello, Mr. Wanker, you remember Susie, yes? It's good to see you again," Dr. Manning said in her warm, low voice. Richard looked at Susie and noticed her blushing a bit.

"Susie will be using ultrasound on you as I do the surgery to monitor what I am doing and to help guide me to the cyst as quickly and accurately as possible. We want this to be as minimally invasive as possible." Dr Manning said. "Those are some pretty precious parts down there, and we want to treat them well," she said with a little wink at Susie.

Richard felt surprisingly at ease - and besides, having the lovely Dr. Manning gaze intently at his cock wasn't all bad.

"You lie back and relax. Susie and I will take great care of you, and Dr. Doze, our anesthesiologist, will make sure you sleep through everything. Speaking of which, will you please do the honors, Dr. Doze? Mr. Wanker, have a nice sleep!"

The anesthesiologist said, "Injecting propofol now...." and Richard began to feel very warm....

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"There you are, Mr. Wanker, all done!"

Richard opened his eyes. Amazona Manning was leaning over him. "Well, that's a nice way to wake up," he thought.

"Everything went very smoothly. The cyst was very easy to access in the epididymus. I made one little incision to open up your scrotum, Susie guided me right to the cyst, and I nipped it right out. Tucked everything back into the right place and closed you up," Dr. Manning said.

Richard realized he had a rather firm erection. His eyes wandered down to the sheets covering him, which were showing a sizable bulge between his legs.

Dr. Manning saw his eyes move and said, "That's a side effect of a medication we gave you. It should wear off in the next few minutes. But it's reassuring that everything is in good working order down there, right?" She smiled at him, patted his arm and gave him a wink.

"Now, I want you to go home and rest for the remainder of today. If need be, take ibuprofen for any discomfort. You can also lightly place ice on the incision. No lifting anything heavy for a week, and no sexual activity until I've cleared you at your follow up appointment four weeks from now, understand?"

Richard said, "Yes, ma'am."

"Call me Amazona, Richard. I'll see you in four weeks."

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Four weeks passed uneventfully for Richard. The day after his surgery, Amazona Manning had called him to check on him, but other than that, he'd had no contact with her or her team. His incision healed quickly, and other than the first day or so, he'd had no pain at all. He abided by all Dr. Manning's rules and had not been sexually active - not even masturbation, for a full month.

He went to Dr. Manning's office on the appointed day. He was the last patient of the day. This wasn't her office at the imaging site but was her private urology practice office. The front office staff were wrapping up their work when he arrived at 4:45 pm.

He was called back into the office area by a nurse and led into a fairly spacious suite. She took his vitals and then said, "The doctor will be in shortly."

Richard sat in the room for several minutes. He could hear conversations outside the room as staff were leaving and doors were closing. At 5:10, Dr. Manning came into the room. She was wearing a tight-fitting sleeveless black dress and black pumps under her white lab coat. Richard thought she looked ravishing. Her dark hair was swept up and her makeup was subtle and perfect.

"Mr. Wanker, so nice to see you again! How have you been doing?" she said warmly, closing the door behind her. Richard heard a click as the door closed which caught his attention.

"Please, call me Richard," he said.

"Of course - and you can call me Amazona," Dr. Manning replied. She sat down in a chair next to him and slowly crossed her legs.

They made small talk for a few moments - and Richard struggled to keep his mind on the conversation, as between her shapely legs, beautiful face, and curvy figure, Amazona certainly had him at a disadvantage.

"Well, I am glad everything seems to be going fine for you. Shall we take a quick look? I want to make sure your incision is healed." Amazona said, pulling on a pair of nitrile gloves but remaining seated.

"Um, sure," Richard said, and standing up, he undid his belt and lowered his pants. His cock was beginning to grow at the thought of a gorgeous woman only inches away.

"Underwear, too, please," Amazona said, smiling.

Richard lowered his underwear. His cock sprang out at almost full attention. Seven inches of hot manhood now on display.

Amazona Manning took a slow breath in, then calmly asked, "may I touch your scrotum to examine the incision?"

Richard tried to keep his composure and said, "Sure, whatever you need to do."

She lifted his cock with one hand and took his balls gently in the other hand. Moving closer, she looked intently at the faint line on his scrotum. She moved his balls slightly left, right, up, and down, then let them go. She released his cock from her other hand and sat back. Richard remained standing.

"Yes. Everything looks very good, very good indeed," she said in a softer, less clinical voice. Pausing, she then looked intently at Richard and said, "You're now cleared to resume sexual activity."

"I can?" he asked.

"Yes, at any time. At any time at all. I would imagine after a month of abstaining that would be great news for you," Amazona said. She continued to gaze at Richard carefully.

There was a moment of silence between them. Then, taking the initiative, Amazona reached out again and softly cradled Richard's balls with her hand. She leaned forward, and then without saying a word or breaking her gaze took his cock into her mouth.

"Oh fuck," he said, and reaching out he caressed her hair and face with his hand as her warm, wet mouth slid up and down on his shaft. Then she combined ball cradling with one hand and stroking his shaft with the other hand while her mouth moved up and down on his cock head. Her tongue swirled around and around. It was better than anything he had fantasized about.

Pausing her sucking of him for a moment, Amazona said, "give me everything you've been saving up all month. Let's test those sutures..."

She resumed her sweet tormenting of his cock. Richard moaned and braced himself against the wall as he watched Amazona make a meal out of him.

"I can't wait any longer..." he cried. Amazona hummed aloud, stared intently at him and increased her caressing, stroking and sucking.

Richard jerked around uncontrollably as he shot a month's worth of sperm into Amazona's waiting mouth. She held on fiercely and continued to work his shaft for at least a minute after his climax to eke out any last drops. Finally satisfied with her efforts, she sat back in her chair and wiped her mouth. Richard collapsed, absolutely emptied, on the chair next to her.

"Well, everything seems to be working fine, Richard. Shall we get you cleaned up a bit and then go for dinner? I seem to have already had dessert.... Oh, and by the way, please be sure to fill out the patient satisfaction survey you'll get in your e-mail tomorrow. On the behalf of Carla and Susie, we appreciate your business."