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at Family Medical, wrapped in a blue tissue dress and freezing his balls off. If he was to entertain the thought of starting a relationship with a twenty-three-year old, he needed to make sure he was physically up to the challenge.
    Hmmm. Maybe I should look at my mental health while I’m at it.
    After all the intake tests and blood work from two unsmiling, no-nonsense nurses, Bruce spent another half hour waiting, thumbing through a magazine on snowmobiles. But Dr. Hendricks was worth the wait. When Robert died, the doctor had gone out of his way to make sure Bruce kept it together by going beyond the doctor-patient relationship, checking on him at his home for months afterward.
    A couple of quick raps hammered at the door. It opened.
    “Bruce!” A grizzled old man with wild white hair entered the room. “Damn glad to see you again. How’s life been treating you?”
    “Can’t complain, and even if I did, nobody would listen.”
    Dr. Hendricks squinted at the charts in his hand. “I’ve been seeing you for what? Thirty years now? Your stats, as usual, are looking great. Blood pressure is good, weight is fantastic, blood sugar normal, low cholesterol, and you tested negative for HIV. However, your testosterone is a bit on the low side, but that happens to guys your age. I’ll write a prescription, and it’ll be right as rain in no time.” He took a seat on the low stool beside the examination table, his full attention on Bruce. “So why are you here?”
    “I’m thinking of starting a new relationship and wanted to make sure all the parts were working. Also, it wouldn’t hurt to get on the little blue pill, if you get my drift.”
    “Viagra or Cialis? Sure.” The doctor started scribbling across the prescription pad. “Are you having trouble achieving an erection?”
    “No… Well, once in a while sustaining it,” Bruce admitted as he held up his right hand. “Mr. Michigan isn’t as interesting as a real guy.”
    The doctor belted out his laughter. “It’s about time you got back in the saddle again. I know Robert was a treasure, but you need to live too.”
    Bruce bowed his head. “I’d like to think Robert would approve.”
    “If I know Robert, he probably had a hand in getting you two together and is laughing about it. Assume the prostate position.”
    Bruce stood, feet apart, and faced the examination table. He bent forward and leaned on his elbows. He winced when he heard the snap of a surgical glove. “You might want to put extra lubricant on, Doc. It’s been a while.”
    The doctor laughed, and Bruce felt a finger inserted at a downward angle and the pressure that went along with it.
    “Prostate feels fine to me. I’m going to remove my finger.” The doctor did as he said and offered Bruce a tissue to clean up. “Might want to up your exam times now you’re getting older and active again. Tell me about this man.”
    Bruce sat back down on the exam table. “He’s a bit younger than me.”
    “Oh?”
    “Okay, he’s half my age.”
    “Whewwww!” Dr. Hendricks whistled. “Hence the little blue pill.”
    “You don’t think I’m being perverted or anything?”
    “What? Hell, no. In life and love, age doesn’t matter.” Dr. Hendricks grew serious. “But you know that. Robert was what, seventeen years older than you?”
    “Nineteen.”
    “And it turned out well for you two, right?”
    “You have a point.”
    Dr. Hendricks raised up off his stool and slapped Bruce on the shoulder. “You checked out fine; physically your body is like that of a thirty-five-year-old. Have you had any memory problems yet?”
    “Nothing unusual. Just normal brain farts.”
    “Then don’t worry.” Dr. Hendricks handed Bruce the two prescription sheets. “Getting your testosterone back on track will help, and I bet you’ll see you don’t even need the little blue pill.”
    “Thanks, Doc.”
    * * * *
    Bruce scowled at the industrial dishwasher and cursed it under his breath. It was because of