I could see her fastening the clasp at the back. Scott was at the front door taking photographs of her getting dressed! Her mom looked in amazement an...d said to me, “What is she doing? She is topless isn’t she?” I was rock hard; I was seeing my wife’s naked back for the first time in almost a year! And the bright red bra straps were highlighted in the white of the snowy scene, I was praying that she would turn around and I would get a glimpse of the front of her bra. I replied to her mom, “I’m. But as I watched her, her expression went to one of question. As if I needed to explain myself. "No," I said, and immediately felt it wasn't the answer I wanted to give. I'd answered as if I'd taken the preposterous question seriously.Suddenly she smiled. It was like she popped out of whatever mood induced her into such musings, yet there was just a little something in her smile that suggested she still had something in mind. "I need to get on with it," I said, and headed for the dressing room. Take this cup down to the restroom and please try to fill itat least half way. Then bring it back and give it to the nurse."Jenny did as she had been instructed. It was a good thing she had thatbottle of water on the way.She handed the cup with her pee in it to the nurse and went back to theexamination room. She sat there for what seemed like an hour. Actually itwas just about 20 minutes. There came a knock on the door and in walkedthe doctor.He looked at her and said, "Congratulations. You are. ’ The receptionist maintained her professionalism even though she heard the sobs in the background and the misery in Sam’s voice. ‘This is Dr. Smart.’ ‘Hey Dr. Smart. This is Sam Shuffield.’ ‘How are you feeling Sam?’ ‘Not good. Not good at all.’ ‘Come to the office. I am free all morning.’ ‘OK.’ Sam put on a T-shirt and jeans. He slowly trudged to his car with his head down. He hoped Dr. Smart could help him or at least understand him. Thirty minutes later, Sam had stopped crying and was able.