Ironpete

Part 1 It was a late summer evening and the setting sun gave everything a red glow. Thomas used the prettiness of the scene as an excuse to stare out the window of the house he rented just north of Seattle. In truth he barely noticed the view but instead he was anxiously waiting for a visitor. The people at the service had just given him a block of time like the cable company; they said their representative would be there between 4 PM and 8 PM. So he waited. As luck would have it he was in the bathroom when the doorbell embarrassingly played the first four notes of Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony. He almost hurt himself putting his penis back in his pants and then, after a quick debate over taking the time to wash his hands (he decided no) he ran through the living room and opened the door. ...

THE DOCTOR The receptionist was a tall, large breasted African-American woman with long braided hair streaked with red and gold. She looked at me like she had never seen me before although this was my third visit to Dr. Weinstein. “I have a 2 o’clock appointment,” I said. “Your name?” “Allen, Jon Allen.” She looked at the computer screen on her desk, flicked a couple of keys before saying “Oh the sissy boy, she will see you at 3.” ...