I only have fragments, snapshots, of what transpired... I remember being wheeled into a bathroom so I could offer a urine sample. For some reason I was in front of a toilet but stuck in a wheelchair. Not really sure as to the point of that. I jammed my hand down the front of my stretchable and most flexible workout pants and grabbed my nub of a penis. I weaseled it out and over the top of my waistband. It looked like a groundhog checking for his shadow. I wondered if I was anemic as I could not remember the last time I had had an erection. More pressing matters were at hand and now in cup. I thought I might overflow. ... The Doctor needed a stool sample. How best to describe? Like having a candy wrapper poked into you. Then pulled out of you. Not the worst feeling in the world. Not pleasurable. Which is a shame. The only evidence that it happened was the enormous amount of leftover lube I discovered on myself later that day. ...
Adam Greene Cares.