Author: Virgil Black
Title: At the RSI
Universe: Virgil Black's Imaginary Life
Summary: A man visits a fertility clinic to give a sperm sample,
but the procedure is not at all what he expected.
Keywords: FFM, bd, pett

The story has a medical theme but it's pretty lighthearted - no
one is humiliated, violated, or abused - so don't get excited
about that.

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AT THE RSI

I sat, a bit anxiously, in the waiting room, flipping through a
dated copy of Newsweek.

My wife Gwen and I had been trying to conceive for several
months, and it was my turn to undergo tests to rule out any
possibilities and determine the best course of treatment. The
tests were simple, as I understood it. I was going to have some
blood withdrawn, and I was going to give a sperm sample. Gwen had
had to endure worse.

"Mr. Black?"

I looked up. A woman was standing in the doorway that led to the
exam rooms. I nodded affirmatively.

"Mr. Black, please come with me."

She held the door for me as I stepped inside. "Mr. Black, how are
you today? Welcome to the Reproductive Science Institute. My name
is Dana, and I'm your Coordinator for this visit." She offered
her hand and I took it gently.

"Pleased to meet you," I replied.

"If you'll just follow me this way, we'll get started." I watched
her walk away. She was a petite woman, in perhaps her
mid-twenties. She was wearing loose fitting maroon scrubs and the
sensible white shoes that nurses tend to wear, but I could tell
that she had a good figure. "This is your first visit to a clinic
like ours, isn't it?" she asked.

"Yes," I responded.

"Well, you don't have anything to worry about. Our methods are
very good, and we are highly successful at helping couples like
you and wife. However, our techniques are somewhat different that
what you may have seen on television or in the movies," she
explained as she led me down the corridor. Doors on either side
were marked in a seemingly random fashion with alphanumerals -
E1, U2, B1, U3, M5 - but I didn't ask about them. I knew what she
was talking about though. I had imagined being led to small room
with a cup in one hand and a couple of porn magazines in the
other; I suppose that wasn't what they did here.

"Really?" I asked.

"Oh, yes," She turned to look at me, and smiled. "The procedure
will be explained to you shortly. But first, let's get your
height and weight." We were standing in front of a scale. I
slipped off my shoes, stepped up, and she quickly adjusted the
machine and wrote the measurements onto her clipboard with a
ballpoint pen. "Great," she said. "And you're 30, right?" I
nodded.

"OK, first we'll draw some blood. Grab your shoes and let's step
in here." She indicated a door marked B3. Inside was a normal
chair next to a small table. I followed her instructions as I sat
down and rolled up my right sleeve. She tapped the inside of my
elbow with her fingers, rubbed on some disinfectant, and readied
the needle with her other hand. "Just a pinch," she warned, and
pushed the needle in. We filled a few vials, to which she applied
peel-off labels.

"That was fast," I commented.

"Practice, practice, practice," she told me, smiling. She placed
a bandage over the gauze on my arm. "Let's keep moving. E2 is
supposed to be open now. I told Padma to meet us there." I got
up, grabbed my shoes again, and followed her out the door, her
short blonde hair bobbing up and down as she walked quickly down
the hall.

"I'm training Padma as an Extraction Technician this week," she
explained, looking back at me as we walked. "She just joined us.
Of course, she is a fully qualified nurse, but hasn't worked in
this area before, so I'm showing her the ropes. You don't mind,
do you?"

"Extraction?" I asked. That word definitely got my attention.

She noticed my concern. "It's probably not what you think, and
it's nothing to worry about. There aren't any more needles
involved, I guarantee it!" she laughed.

"Okay," I said.

"Here, please." She gestured toward the room I was to enter. The
door was already open.

I stepped inside to see a rather tall, pretty, young Indian woman
waiting inside. She was slender with smooth, brown skin and dark
brown eyes. She was organizing some specimen bottles and tubes on
the counter, and, like Dana, she was wearing loose maroon scrubs.
She smiled, and I smiled back.

"Mr. Black, this is Padma," Dana introduced us. Padma offered her
hand and I, of course, took it. She had medium length, glossy
black hair, pulled neatly away from her face and shoulders with
clips.

"Pleased to meet you," I said.

"The same," she replied. "I trust you are doing well today?" she
asked. She had a charming Indian accent. I nodded, and the two
women exchanged smiles. "I suppose that Dana explained that I'll
be your Extraction Technician today."

"And I'll be Assisting," chimed in Dana.

"Yes," continued Padma. "Dana is Assisting. As she probably told
you, I have been in training this week. I'm quite excited, as
this will be my first solo Extraction. Of course, Dana will be
guiding me, so there is nothing to worry about." She looked at
Dana. "Shall I explain the procedure?"

"Sure," Dana replied. I nodded, too, very anxious to hear what
was planned for me. "But why doesn't Mr. Black get changed while
you explain?"

"Of course," answered Padma. Dana opened a drawer and pulled out
a paper gown, which she handed to me. Padma continued, "You may
change behind the screen. Please remove all your clothes,
underwear, and socks. And your watch, too, if you don't mind.
Then put on the gown, opening in front, please."

I looked around the room. In the corner was the screen she
referred to, and in the middle of the room was what I took to be
a normal massage table. There was a large bar chart on the wall
behind Padma, but I couldn't read it with her in the way.

"Um, okay," I replied, stepping over behind the screen. There was
a hanger for my shirt and pants, and a stool allowed me to sit
while I removed my socks. I pulled the gown around me. There were
ties near the throat and at the middle of my chest, but the
bottom was open, which was not unexpected. Once the gown was on,
I slipped off my boxers, folded them neatly, and placed them on
the stool. It suddenly seemed much cooler in the room. While I
was undressing, Padma explained the procedure.

"We do not use the typical method of taking a semen sample here,
Mr. Black. Our methods are much more effective, and give us more
information in diagnosing the fertility problems of you and your
wife. As well, they provide our physicians with a generous amount
of data to use in their studies of human reproduction. But, you
needn't worry," she said. "The procedure we will use today is not
invasive or uncomfortable in the slightest."

I stepped out from behind the screen, holding the front of the
gown closed for modesty.

"Mr. Black, if you will examine the chart on the wall," she said
as she turned and pointed. Padma seemed to be reciting from
memory. "Here at RSI, our studies have shown that the quality and
quantity of human male ejaculate changes situationally,
confirming animal models of the same phenomenon. If you'll look
at the chart, you can see that, normally, sperm motility and
ejaculate volume are lowest for auto-stimulation releases, and
both are greatest for sexual intercourse with a novel partner.

"Looking closer, you will see that, using the techniques we have
developed here, the values for sexual intercourse with a long
term partner are very nearly matched by the values for manual
stimulation by a novel partner, while an even closer match is
made by the values for oral stimulation by a novel partner. This
interesting finding allows us to replicate, in the medical
environment, a condition for ejaculation that most closely
matches the conditions present during sexual congress with intent
to impregnate."

I understood clearly what she was going to explain next, and was
somewhat shocked.

"Do not be alarmed, however, Mr. Black. We have a strict protocol
for ejaculate Extractions, among which is the requirement of a
monitor to insure absolute professionalism. That role will be
filled by Dana, who will also assist me in the Extration
procedure." Dana smiled at me reassuringly.

"Our studies have shown that, while oral stimulation of the penis
provides a more accurate match to the nominal ejaculatory
conditions, it is difficult to reliably collect the ejaculate
without sample contamination. Instead, our standard Extraction
procedure involves manual stimulation of the penis to
ejaculation, and sterile collection of the ejaculate. We will
also be taking some measurements for data acquisition to aid our
doctors in their further study. Your data will be treated with
the strictest confidentiality, and no public usage will be
personally recognizable. This was indicated in the forms you
signed when you arrived."

"Yes, I remember."

"Do you wish to withdraw from treatment?" Padma asked, smiling.

Dana cut in, "We are required to ask."

"No, I guess not." I replied. "So, what do I do?"

"Very good, Mr. Black," Padma said. "If you will, climb onto the
Extraction table and face downward, with your gown open. Place
your penis and scrotum in this hollow," she indicated with a hand
wave, "and Dana will adjust the head rest so that your are
comfortable."

The table was covered in a white sheet with strategically placed
openings. I climbed up, adjusted my cock and balls so they were
in the hollow and rested on my elbows. Dana pulled the head rest
out a bit, and motioned for me to lay forward. Like the massage
table I had imagined it to be, my forehead rested on a soft
cushion, and I looked through to the floor below.

"Is that all right, Mr. Black?" Dana asked.

"Yes," I answered.

"Mr. Black, again, do not be alarmed," Padma said, "but we find
that it is necessary to strap our patients to the table. This is
primarily for your safety, as we will be raising the Extraction
table and we do not want you to fall."

Dana interrupted, "First, Mr. Black, will you pull the gown out
from under your body? We need it to be open."

I complied, and Padma started again. "Strapping the patient also
prevents unwanted movement that could spoil the sterility of the
ejaculate. May we continue?"

"Yes." Not so oddly, I felt my cock starting to fill slowly with
blood.

"Place your hands by your head, Mr. Black," said Dana, and as I
did so, she wrapped my wrists in cuffs that, closed with Velcro,
held them tightly to the table.

"I will also strap your chest, waist and thighs, Mr. Black,"
Padma told me, as she quickly maneuvered the straps into place.
The ones around my thighs held me less then half a foot from my
groin. Padma’s hands were working under the paper gown I wore,
and the feel of her warm fingers on my cold flesh cause my cock
to harden further.

Meanwhile, Dana had moved to the foot of the table, and started
cuffing my ankles in place. "This is just a precaution, Mr.
Black," she told me. "We can't have you kicking around. Some men
have trouble controlling their movements when they ejaculate, as
you understand."

"Mr. Black, I will now raise the Extraction Table so we can begin
the procedure." I couldn't see what she did, but the table went
up until I was a little more than three feet off the ground.

Dana squatted down in front of me, and looked up into my face.
"Would you like to watch the procedure, Mr. Black? Many of our
patients are more comfortable that way."

I would definitely like to watch, I thought. "Please," I replied,
and she wheeled a mirror out from under the cabinets. After a
quick adjustment, I could see down the length of the underside of
the table. Padma’s loosely covered legs and white shoes were
visible as well. She was sitting on a swivel chair about half-way
down the table.

"Is everything all right, Mr. Black?" she asked.

"Yes."

"Very good. First, a few more questions. Did you, as instructed,
ejaculate between 48 and 72 hours before your appointment today?"

"Yes."

"And how did you achieve release?" Padma asked.

Huh? Oh! "My wife and I had vaginal intercourse."

"Excellent! Have you ejaculated since then?"

"No."

"Also excellent. Another question: do you have problems with
erectile dysfunction or premature ejaculation? We can accommodate
you if this is so."

"No, I don't have either problem," I answered.

"Very good. Then we'll begin."

Padma’s hand reached under the table, and flipped a latch I
hadn't noticed before. A panel slid open, and she pulled it away.
Hanging down from the table was my stiffening cock and my heavy
balls. It was an unusual perspective, and I felt a bit out of my
body. Was that really my dick? I heard the snap of latex gloves,
and Padma’s hands slipped under the table again and gently
grabbed my growing erection. Despite the gloves, her hands were
warm. Now I felt back in my body, for sure!

"Patient is circumcised and slightly tumescent," she remarked to
Dana, I suppose, who I heard scratching on her clipboard. Dana's
feet had retreated across the floor near the cabinets. Padma
rolled my testicles in her palm and squeezed lightly. "Patient
has no sign of testicular abnormality."

"We will begin with depilation of the pubis and scrotum." Padma
said. I watched as she squirted a large amount of gel into her
hand. "Mr. Black, this is a pharmaceutical depilatory creme. I
will apply it, and it will quickly and gently remove the hair
from your groin area." She slathered it on me. It was cold and
slick. She thoroughly coated my balls and the base of my cock.
"You may feel some tingling," she warned, and as she did, the
tingling started and increased, but it was not bad. "Now we wait
a few moments."

I heard the gloves snap off, and Padma got up from the chair and
busied herself at another task as I waited. Soon she was back at
the tableside. "Now we will wash off the residue, Mr. Black."
Dana placed a shallow pan under the table, and gave me a quick
smile as she did so, her eyes peeking out from under her short
bangs. Padma once again reached under the table with gloved
hands, this time holding a dripping wet sponge, which she applied
skillfully to my groin. The warm water washed away the drying
gel, and all my pubic hair came off with it. There was a circle
of bare flesh around my cock and balls, but of course the hair on
my belly and thighs was still there. This would be an interesting
look to explain to my wife or the guys at the gym. Padma’s
hands checked my groin exactingly for any remaining hair, and
satisfied at her work, she explained to me, "Mr. Black we will
now make measurements of your fully tumescent penis and scrotal
volume, and penis length and girth. Volume measurements are made
by liquid displacement; we use a special non-wetting liquid to
ensure accuracy. Dana, will you ready the cylinders while I
prepare the patient?" My cock was growing harder again.

I heard Dana moving glass objects on the countertop, and Padma
wheeled away from the table again. I heard a drawer open and
close, and more gloves snapping off and on. She wheeled back, her
white shoes pulling the chair across the floor. I felt her place
a light object on the small of my back. "Stage One manual
stimulation of the patient is beginning," she announced.

I watched with anticipation as Padma’s hands reached under the
table. With her left hand, she lightly lifted my balls, and
rolled them in her delicate fingers. With her right hand, she
traced lines up and down the length of my cock, sometimes gently
circling the glans with her index finger. I was growing rapidly
stiff. "Patient is responding normally to stimulation," she said.
Dana wrote something down, standing up near my head.

Soon, with just Padma’s gently play, I felt fully stiff. I was
about to say something to let her know when she announced,
"Patient is nearing full tumescence. I will clamp the patient
now." Her left hand left my balls, and I felt the object lift
from my back. With her right hand, she circled the base of my
engorged cock and loaded balls, and pulled them away from my
body. "Mr. Black," Padma said, holding the object under the table
where I could see it, "this clamp is specially designed to allow
blood flow into the penis while preventing detumescence or
ejaculation. It should not cause any pain, just a slight
pressure. If I pinch your skin, let me know immediately." It was
molded of off-white hard plastic or rubber. She fit the first
opening in the clamp around the base of my erection, and the
second opening around the base of my scrotum. While holding it in
place with her right hand (and no longer pulling my cock and
balls away from my body), she closed the clamp with her left.

"Any pinch?" She asked.

"No," I breathed.

"I will tighten it a bit. Do not be concerned with the increase
in pressure you feel. This is normal and very safe." Her left
hand fiddled with something on the clamp that I could not see,
and I did indeed feel the pressure around my cock increase. As
well, my dick seemed to instantly swell and my ball sack
tightened. The skin on the head of my cock was shiny and tightly
stretched. My prick was, quite literally, throbbing.

For the first time, I moaned out loud and surprised myself.

"That's fine, Mr. Black, just relax. Do you have any discomfort?"
Padma asked, as her hands disappeared from under the table.

"No," I replied. I was trying to remember to breathe evenly.

Padma reached for something situated behind her chair and said,
"I am beginning Stage Two manual stimulation of the patient." I
watched as her gloved hands reappeared under the table, wet with
some kind of lubrication. With the fingers on her right hand she
made a ring around my cock and drew it down the shaft and over
the head. As it slipped off, her left hand deftly repeated the
movement. I groaned out load again. It felt like a continuous
series of rings were sliding down my cock, forcing it to grow
larger and larger. "Patient is continuing to tumesce," she said.
I felt like I might burst.

Only a few moments later, she announced "Beginning Stage Three
manual stimulation." Now, Padma’s right hand wanked slickly up
and down my cock. Her grip was tight, but with just the right
pressure. With her left hand, she cupped my super-engorged
cockhead and rotated her palm rapidly about it. I was groaning
constantly now, through gritted teeth. Under normal
circumstances, I would have blown my wad already, but the damn
clamp kept me from climaxing.

Padma slowed her wanking and her left hand fell away from my
glans and cupped my balls, rolling them softly. "Patient is fully
tumescent." Then she lost some of her professional demeanor. "I
believe so. Dana, would you check please? I'm not sure."

"Sure thing," Dana replied. She squatted down next to Padma’s
chair, and never looking toward my face, reached her gloved right
hand to my swollen cock. She replaced Padma’s hand with her own
and gripping me tightly, slipped her fist up and down my prick a
few times.

"You got it, Padma. Continue," she said, standing up once again.

"Scrotal cylinder. B please," Padma ordered, her left hand
disappearing from under the table.

Quickly Padma’s hand came back, holding a glass apparatus
somewhat like a wide graduated cylinder. It was filled to the
brim with a clear liquid. She carefully maneuvered it under my
scrotum and raised it slowly. The warm liquid spilled out as my
sack filled the cylinder, splashing into the pan that was still
below the table. When the rim of the cylinder pressed against the
clamp holding my balls down, she stopped, and reversed direction.
"Scrotum volume measurement complete." She handed the device to
Dana. "Penile cylinder, C please."

Dana handed another cylinder to Padma, this one longer and
thinner than the last. With her left hand, she pointed my cock
straight at the ground, and with her right, she raised the
cylinder, my cock causing the liquid to once again slosh out.
Before the rim of the cylinder reached the clamp, her hand
slipped, and some of the liquid spilled out.

"Oh dear! Another size C penile cylinder, please," she asked
Dana.

"I already have one prepared, Padma. Your doing well, just keep
going," said Dana, handing her the next cylinder. She repeated
the procedure, but this time did not spill. "Penis volume
measurement complete," she announced, once again handing the
cylinder to Dana. "Tape, please," she asked Dana.

She then reached under me with a simple measuring tape, and
stretched the tape from the base of the front on my cock to the
very tip. "PL 168," she said, and then wrapping the tape around
the middle of the shaft said, "PC 155." Next, she wrapped it
around the circumference of my swollen glans. "GPC 166." Finally,
she placed the tape around my distended balls and said, “SC is
256.”

"Mr. Black, are you still comfortable?" she asked.

"Okay," I whispered. She was stroking my cock lightly again,
gently pulling the taught skin down and away from my body over
and over.

"Very good. We are almost done with this part. Dana is going to
Assist in the Extraction now, if you don't mind. Dana, please
take your spot."

Dana stepped around the table by my head, and over to the left
side. "Stage Four manual stimulation is beginning," Padma
announced. I felt Dana lift the back of my gown and tuck it into
the strap around my waist. My ass was exposed to the cold room
air. Padma grabbed my cock with her right hand, while her left
hand squeezed my balls. Dana, meanwhile, spread the cheeks of my
ass apart, and quickly slid the slippery index finger of her
right hand into my asshole.

"Oh gosh!" I exclaimed.

"Mr. Black," Padma explained, while Dana's slick finger slid
deeply into my rectum, her knuckles pressing against the cold
flesh of my ass. "Our studies have shown that manual stimulation
of the penis accompanied by prostate massage produces ejaculation
conditions nearly identical to those achieved by a patient and
his partner during sexual congress. Please relax and we will
finish the Extraction momentarily."

"Okay," I breathed. I needed to come very badly.

Dana began rubbing inside me. With the fingers of her free hand,
she drew soft lazy circles on my back and ass. I felt my cock
surge while Padma tickled me lightly and squeezed my balls. Every
muscle in my body was humming, and my cock was literally
quivering. "We are ready for extraction," Padma announced after a
few moments that seemed to last forever. Dana began fingering my
prostate more vigorously.

With her right hand, Padma reached away from the table and
brought back a small plastic jar. She attached the specimen cup
to a swing arm under the table, positioned it under my buzzing
cock, and pointed my cock straight down into it with her right
hand while holding on to the clamp. Then, her left hand deftly
released a catch on the clamp, which sprung open. I immediately
felt a rush of fluid through my penis as my testicles emptied,
and glob after glob of thick come shot from my cock as I pulled
at my restraints. I think I was screaming. "Extracting," Padma
said calmly, as she squeezed my nuts and kept my cock pointed
down. Dana pressed hard against some invisible spot inside my
rectum, and I shot with renewed vigor. Six, seven, eight bursts
of come flew from my cock, and I felt like I was draining out
into the cup with them. Finally I was spent, and I collapsed
limply against the table. Again, Dana pressed inside me,
eliciting a moan and a few more drops of come from me as Padma
pressed and rolled my now-empty balls. "Extraction complete."

Dana slowly pulled her finger out of my ass, wiped a tissue
quickly over my butthole, and slid the gown back down to cover me
again. Padma removed the cup from the swing arm, and rolled away
from the table. I couldn't move.

I watched the floor and mirror as the two women moved around the
exam room, removing their gloves, cleaning up, putting away
devices, and writing things down on the many forms on the
clipboard Dana had carried into the room.

Eventually, Dana pulled the mirror away and squatted down in
front of me again. "How are you feeling, Mr. Black?" she asked.

"I'm drained."

"I know!" She smiled, and I did too, a little. "Ejaculate volume
is certainly not going to be an issue with you!

"So, while you recover, Padma would like to make a couple more
tests. Is that all right?"

"Um, there's no way I can get it up - I mean, I can't get another
erection," I warned her.

"I understand. Actually, we need to take some measurements of
your flaccid state for the records. It will be much like the
measurements we made earlier," Dana explained.

"All right." I could hear Padma prepping behind me.

"While she does that, as Coordinator, I'll go over what the next
steps in your care will be, is that okay?"

"Sure." She stood up and, pulling over a chair, sat down next to
my head. All I could see was her knees and white sneakers.

"Oh, first I should ask if you have any questions."

I thought a moment and one occurred to me. "You said the
conditions you used during the Extraction were supposed to
emulate the ejaculation conditions that occur during sex with my
wife. Well, I think the procedure was flawed, because I don't
think I have ever had such a powerful, uh, orgasm, in my life."

"That's a good question, actually. The procedure isn't flawed,
you don't have to worry about that. Many of our patients feel the
same way you do. What the Extraction procedure is attempting to
simulate is the conditions of the ejaculate, not the orgasm. You
see, the amygdala, influenced by somato-sensory information,
tells the hypothalamus to have your testes release a certain
quantity and quality of ejaculate in a given sexual situation.
There's really no way around this fact. What our doctors have
perfected are techniques for superficially enhancing the symptoms
of orgasm, to, in effect, trick your body into producing the type
of ejaculate relevant for a sexual experience other than the one
actually occurring. Is that clear?" While she explained this to
me, I could feel Padma measuring my penis and scrotum volume
again. I felt no erotic response at all to her touching my
genitals.

I didn't get all of what she was saying, but it was clear enough,
and I told her so.

"If you like, we can provide you with reprints of some articles
our doctors have published in the Journal of Reproductive
Medicine," she offered.

"Okay, thanks," I replied.

"Anything else? No? Let me walk you through the next steps," Dana
continued. Padma had finished with her measurements, and was
wiping down my groin with a wet nap. The drying alcohol felt very
cool on my overheated cock.

"Mr. Black, we ask that you return for two more Extractions. The
first a week from today, and the next a week following that. We
do this to eliminate the possibility of an erroneous result or
transient condition in your ejaculate. Multiple data points allow
us to be sure the data is correct when the doctors make their
diagnosis and prescribe a treatment. Depending on the treatment
prescribed, you may be asked to participate in several more
Extractions. Is that a problem for you?" she asked.

"No, not at all," I answered. "Um, will you and Padma be
performing all the procedures?"

"Oh, that's very unlikely. Because the Extraction procedure
requires a new partner each time, a different Extraction
Technician will run the procedure on each of your visits. We like
to switch off Assistants as well, although this is not strictly
necessary. It is possible that, on a future visit, I would serve
as your Technician, and Padma might be an Assistant, but it would
depend on scheduling."

"Ah, okay."

"Yes. So, as you did with this visit, you will be required to
ejaculate 72 to 48 hours before your Extraction. The purpose of
this is to clear the old sperm out of the testes, epididymis, vas
deferens, prostate, and seminal vesicle. Sort of flushing out the
pipes, if you will." Padma was finally finished, and I felt her
tuck my limp penis and withered scrotum back inside the hole in
the table before she clicked the panel shut. The table then
slowly lowered about a foot.

"Uh-huh."

"We ask that you do not use auto-stimulation to ejaculate. The
amount of ejaculate produced is too small under those
circumstances to properly clean out your system. Sexual congress
with your wife is satisfactory, but we find that our patients
have the best results when they make use of our Private Emission
Consultants." I recalled the chart on the wall; sex with a new
partner ranked highest for ejaculate volume for all the
permutations listed. At the same time, Padma started undoing the
straps holding me down, beginning with my ankles.

"Oh?"

"Yes, our Private Emission Consultants will come to your home and
help you perform the required ejaculation. They are highly
trained, discrete, and ah, will be very accommodating to you and
your partner's wishes."

Padma finally uncuffed my wrists, and I edged myself up to a
sitting position, closing the gown in front of me. Dana handed me
a booklet. The title was "RSI Emission Consultants," and there
was a photo of a smiling, attractive young lady on the cover.
From her looks, she might have been a university student.

"I understand that very often there is resistance to this idea on
the part of the patient's partner, but this booklet will explain
to you and your partner that this method, statistically, results
in the best reproductive results for couples like yourselves. Of
course, we only want the best for you, medically speaking."

Padma busied herself loading the sample she had collected into a
tray with the earlier blood samples.

"I've looked at your information," Dana continued, "and your
insurance will cover these expenses as well. In fact, because it
is part of a single course of initial treatment, there is no
additional copay. I strongly suggest you make use their services.
You will want to schedule right away if you'd like to get your
choice of Consultant."

I glanced over the brochure. It looked very promising.

"You can change back into your clothes now while Padma and I tidy
up." I climbed off the table, and shuffled behind the screen. My
legs were still weak. I could hear the two women speaking
quietly.

When I came back out, now fully dressed, only Padma was waiting
for me. "Mr. Black, Dana has had to leave to see another patient,
and I'm due to meet them in just a few minutes as well. I will be
performing my second solo Extraction. However, I just wanted to
thank you for being such an excellent subject for me to train
with, and I thank you for your patience."

"Well, thank you, Padma," I replied, smiling. "It, ah, it really
was my pleasure. Good luck with your work here. I think you did a
very, um, professional job, and I'm sure you will be a success."
I was having some trouble believing this was really happening.

"Thank you, Mr. Black. Good luck with your treatment - I hope
that you and your wife are able to have a child very soon. Dana
wishes you the best of fortune as well." Her beeper went off. She
offered her hand and I took it.

"So, I must go. Thank you. Just turn left as you leave the room,
and keep walking until you reach the reception desk. Please give
them this paper," she handed it to me, "and they will schedule
your appointment for next week. Please enjoy the rest of your
day, and we will see you on your next visit to RSI."