Very good, Mr. Howard you. You may dress now."I went and dressed and soon Sally and I were seated in Dr. Jones' office. "We have the results of the ph...ysical examination, which were normal; the prostate fluid sample, which we will send to the lab; and two of the other measures we need, the sperm count and the recovery index. Though we may want to repeat the recovery index a few more times depending on the other results. Now what happens is you come back a week from today and we do the sperm. We moved to more comfortable chairs on the deck and continued our conversation. The wine was very good and the discussion lively. I spotted a guitar by the wall and checked to see if it was in tune. After turning a few of the tuning keys, I began to strum a few of the old country songs that I knew.Her face turned to one of pure delight. She responded by saying, "How fun!" Encouraged, I began to play an old Irish ballad. I taught her the chorus and she would join in with me when I reached that. We continued talking about things that had been going on with our lives over the last few months, our jobs, other mutual friends and their endeavors, and just stuff we’ve been watching on TV. Somehow the conversation turned to sex, because one of us brought up how one of their friends was banging someone else other than her boyfriend. Well, it didn’t take long before we all four agreed that sex was sex and love was love. To each their own, and we all smiled at each other knowingly because while. She set it down and cleared her throat. Then she continued her story, ‘When I woke up, I was on a bed in some motel. I had an ice bag on the bump on my forehead. I also had a headache. I remember sitting up on the bed. I wanted to go to the bathroom. I hadn’t made it before and I really had to pee. I didn’t get to sit up, though. My stomach turned as I got really dizzy and then I puked. My God, that hurt a lot. At least I got it towards the waste basket and not all over the bed. Somebody.