“In time, Doctor.” She smiled mysteriously. “Now come, we mustn’t keep the others waiting.”
“Others?” He looked at her questioningly. “Have the lord and lady returned?”
“No.” She shook her head as she swiftly ushered him out of the room. “Just Captain Munro and his fiancée, Lady Gwendolyn.”
“Oh, dash it.” He muttered under his breath, following her down the stairs.
He entered the opulent dining area to find Annabelle Amondsham seated at the lavish table with another young woman, as lovely as she, seated beside her. Captain Munro appeared to be regaling them with some exploit of his as Selene ushered Reeves to his seat, across the table from the young lady of the house.
“Ah, Doctor Reeves, quite a pleasant surprise seeing you again… so soon.” Munro said, making no effort to hide his disdain.
“I am the family physician, am I not?” He smiled curtly at the ostentatious military man.
“Indeed you are.” Munro bowed his head. “I hear you worked another miracle last night… on my dear cousin this time. She was frightfully ill, I have been told, before you had to be fetched.”
“Yes, she was.” Reeves nodded, taking his seat and turning his attention to the lovey blonde. “And how do you fare now, My Lady?”
“I’ve never been better, dear Doctor.” She smiled at him warmly, “When Papa returns, I shall have him double your commission.”
“Oh, that’s hardly necessary.” He shook his head, blushing slightly.
“It is most deserved, I’m sure.” Munro interjected. “And pardon my manners. May I present Lady Gwendolyn of the Belfours of Trentsville; my betrothed.”
“My lady.” Reeves rose slightly and bowed.
“Charmed, I’m sure, Doctor Reeves.” The red haired young woman smiled at him. “I must say I am intrigued by your prowess, I hear your methods are rather revolutionary. Being a student of the medical arts myself, as a self interest… I am rather fascinated to know more.”
“You honor me, Lady Gwendolyn.” The young doctor smiled, seating himself back down. “Though I pray that it may never come to pass, I would be privileged to be of service to you.”
“Oh, one never knows, this life is so full of unpredictable twists and turns.” The redhead laughed, glancing sideways at Annabelle.
“Yes, indeed.” The blonde nodded. “Why if it hadn’t been for the good doctor here, I’m quite sure Papa would still be ill in bed. Oh, I would have been so dismayed.”
“Well, as much as I would like to have Doctor Reeves gain more fame and fortune.” Munro raised his cup of wine. “I would rather drink to our continued good health.”
“As would I, Captain.” Reeves smiled tightly, raising his cup in conformity.
He looked up as Selene walked up with his breakfast. She wasn’t looking at him, but at Lady Annabelle instead, with a knowing gleam in her eyes. He noticed the young blonde give the maid a quick nod and look away abruptly. He couldn’t help smiling as sudden realization dawned on him along with a sense of perverse excitement. This was some sort of arrangement made between the young ladies of this Estate, with him being the prize. Never in his wildest dreams had he ever conceived such a thing. But now that he had a taste of it, he looked forward to more, as Selene’s cryptic words made sense now. Whatever the women had in store for him, and whoever else they may invite to it, young Bertram Reeves was more than ready and able for it, as was Bertie Junior.
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Story Nine
White luster gleamed off the newly painted walls of his office as Doctor Bertram Edgar Reeves gazed in admiration at the oversized Oakwood signboard that boasted his name in bold black letters. It had been about two weeks now since he had arrived at Kenton Town to take up the available position of its only medical practitioner. And what a good two weeks it had been. Fame and fortune, among other benefits, had since come his way under the patronage of the influential Lord Samuel Weatherly Amondsham. The Amondsham’s had quite literally built the town of Kenton, and winning their patronage had most certainly set him up for life.
That night was dark and stormy, the one on which he had been called upon on the second day of his arrival, to administer his medical expertise on the ailing Lord of the Amondsham Estate. A night that changed his life and one he would never forget for as long as he would live. Not just because he performed a miracle of sorts, but more so to the fact that he had become a man.
“It be done, Doc.” The older man kneeling before a crude box of carpentry tools announced. “Don’t every body get their name on a signboard like that without deserving it, I tell ye.”
“Well, I’m flattered.” Reeves clasped his hands together. “And I am indebted to you, my dear Styrice, for all your help and encouragement ever since I have been here.”
“I just be doing me job, Doc.” Styrice grinned, putting away his tools. “As much as ye be doing yours.”
“That the two of us have been, my good fellow.” Reeves stepped back into this office. “I will be putting in another good word for you to his lordship when I have the privilege to meet him again.”
“I be grateful for that, Doc.” Styrice doffed his hat. “And I be seeing you soon.”
“I do hope so too.” Reeves called out to the departing odd jobs man. “Drive safely, my friend.”
“Aye, Corbin has ne’er failed me.” He waved back, as he shuffled down the steps. “Fare well, Doc.”
Reeves watched the older man load his wood box into the carriage and nimbly hop into the driver’s seat. Ever since the private office beside the Town Council had been made available to him by Amondsham, Styrice had been doing most of the required odd jobs around, and also providing the young doctor with all the news and relevant information about everything in Kenton Town.
“Truly a man most handy to have around.” He laughed softly, settling down behind his desk and opening his ledger.
Meticulous in everything he did, Bertram Reeves maintained detailed records of all his patients and procedures. He glanced down at the entries, running his thumb along the ruled pages. Forty nine success stories in fourteen days - he had been quite busy, the thick leather pouch of coins on his belt testified to that. Life couldn’t have been better, he sighed. Well it would, if he could be with Selene as much as he wanted. The Amondsham Family maid had awakened in him the desire from a life he had been shying away ever since he attained puberty. The only two times he had been with her, he would attribute them as the best days of his life.
News of Lord and Lady Amondsham’s return to the Estate had excited him the day before. Perhaps they would send for him soon, if not to treat an ailment, but at least to know of his well being. He could use that pretext to be with her again. Selene. That was a woman to live for indeed. Then of course there was also the young lady Annabelle Amondsham. Selene did mention that the young Lady Amondsham could require his services again soon. Wasn’t a week soon enough?
The gentle clip clop of horse hooves drawing a carriage made him look out of his window. A large carriage, of lacquered black woodwork and gilded edges came to a halt outside, by the steps of his office. He stood up to get a better look. Who this could be, on a lazy afternoon such as this, he wondered.
The smartly attired footman leapt down and opened the door for a lady in a fine pink gown and large veiled hat to step out. She nodded at the footman and said something then turned her attention to the signboard over the door. He couldn’t see her face, but she seemed familiar. The footman leapt back up beside the driver and the four horse driven carriage pulled away and rolled down the empty cobbled street.
The young woman walked up the steps, her lavish gow
n trailing behind her, as he opened the door to greet her. A flash of her green eyes is all that he could glimpse over the veil. He bowed and showed her in, holding out a chair for her.
“Good Day, dear Lady.” He said, smiling. “How may I be of service?”
“Thank you, Doctor Reeves.” She said softly, taking the seat and removing her veiled hat. “We met last week, if you would remember…”
“Lady Gwendolyn Belfour?” He said in surprise. “Yes, we met at Lord Amondsham’s Estate. All is well I do hope.”
“Yes, so far all is well, Doctor.” She said, blushing a little. “And I am flattered that you remember me.”
“I rarely forget… such remarkable beauty.” He smiled, peering into her emerald eyes. “But pray tell, what is it that ails you or is it Captain Munro who is unwell?”
“Oh, never mind Jackson, he is quite well and nothing ails me.” She replied with a smile, her lustrous red hair framing her lovely face as a loin’s mane would its regal visage. “I am here to know about you, as I mentioned before… I am fascinated by your work… and your talents.”
“Ah, now you flatter me, My Lady.” He looked away, feeling a little nervous. “Do you wish to put me to the test?”
“Not so, Doctor.” She laughed, the sound of bells jingling in a summer breeze. “I am merely, shall we say, an ardent admirer of medicinal science and its practitioners.”
“Ah, in that case… what is it that you would like to know from me?” He picked up his ledger book and put it away under his desk.
“Everything.” She said, almost breathlessly.
“Ah, then you have come to the right source.” He replied jokingly.
“Splendid.” She cooed. “My fascination this week is with this wonder we all have… our own bodies.”
“Yes, a wonder it is indeed.” He acknowledged, glancing at the several books on Human Anatomy that lined his bookshelf. “A wonderful product of what we call life – a resilient, stubborn, formidable and indomitable life form.”
“Exactly, Dear Doctor.” She enthused, following his gaze to the over-stacked bookshelf. “I knew you would be the right person I could find some harmony with, for my thoughts and musings.”
“But surely you would find more in common with your fiancé.” He gave her a questioning look.
“Jackson?” She laughed again. “Oh, no. You couldn’t be further from the truth. He is a man of brute action, not a moment of reflection or analytical sentiment would I find there.”
“If I may dare to ask… do you love him?” He looked at her apprehensively.
“In time, if one could wish… but never mind Captain Munro.” She took a deep breath. “We were to embark upon our discussions on life and our amazing bodies.”
“Yes, the tenacity of life against all odds the Universe can throw at it is remarkable.” He responded sagely, feeling rather important speaking thus.
“Yes, but let us focus more on us, as humans and individuals.” She smiled at him almost seductively. “We know that life in general is almost a miracle, yet even more fascinating is our own species as a successful life form.”
“Ah, indeed. We humans have evolved to become the dominant species by our brain power alone.” He quoted from one of the many books of his learning that enriched his memory.
“We have, truly.” She breathed wonderingly, staring at his plain face with her wide emerald eyes. “And our amazing bodies hold testament to the power of our brains and supply the much needed nourishment our brains need to function.”
“You have studied well, My Lady.” He leaned closer feeling more than just a sexual attraction to her, sensing camaraderie in things less physically arousing, yet mentally stimulating. “Not uncommon for a woman of your age, all this knowledge, yet rather rare.”
“Does that pose as a threat to you, Doctor, as it does to most men?” She smiled at him with a gleam in her eye.
“On the contrary, my dear.” He announced haughtily, grasping at his coat collar. “I am above such base deficiencies of lesser men.”
“It does my heart good to know that.” She nodded her head slowly. “And I have heard even more to stir my heart ever further.”
“Heard more of what, My Lady?” He eyed her curiously, a sudden jolt registering in his heart.
“Oh, never mind. Let us return to the subject of the body.” She waved her hands and sat upright; making her pert young breasts push against the corseted gown she wore. “Why do you think we fall ill and then recover, most of the time?”
“Well, we fall ill when our bodies cannot adapt to changes as swiftly as the environment around us alters.” He replied as if he was instructing a student at the university. “It is the body’s ways of letting us know we are unsafe in such an environment, allowing us the time to flee and find a cure.”
“Fascinating indeed, this wonderfully complex conjunction of living organisms functioning as one cohesive unit.” Gwendolyn ran her hands over her own shapely body to emphasize her words. “Wouldn’t you agree?”
“Yes, indeed.” His eyes followed every curve she caressed, making him lick his lips. “The body is a self-healing organism, and given the adequate time it can almost repair itself back to its original condition and sometimes get even stronger to combat such a change of habitat in future.”
“Does a man’s body differ much from a woman’s… at the basic functionary level?” She looked into his eyes, her hands resting just below the rise of her breasts.
“Not by much, My Lady.” He took a deep breath, beginning to see a pattern in the manner of her queries. “Other than our genitalia and some specific hormones and cells, men and women have similar traits when it comes to surviving one’s surroundings.”
“So you and I are very similar in most respects.” She smiled at him almost impishly. “Other than our reproductive organs.”
“Well, yes, of course.” He nodded, feeling a little uncomfortable now with the direction her inquisitiveness was heading.
“Is the wellbeing and functionality of reproductive organs also a part of your professional expertise, Doctor Reeves?” She stared boldly into his eyes, searching for a hint of submission.
“Er… yes, I am required to know the way the entire human body works, in order to make a diagnosis and cure illnesses and failures of all major bodily functions.” Reeves stood up and paced around his desk.
“Pardon my boldness, Doctor.” Her gaze followed him as he walked back and forth before her. “How would you examine a woman suffering an ailment near to or at… her private parts?”
“This is highly irregular, yet I am intrigued by your simple curiosity.” He answered, not looking directly at her, as the heat behind his ears irritated him. “I take great pleasure in imparting knowledge, and even though the subject is one that draws a man of learning to be modest, I will confess that I try to look upon it in the purest professional sense at all times.”
“You are a very erudite man, Doctor Reeves.” She said, adulation showing in her voice. “Not many, if any, are quite like you.”
“I am glad to have been a source for you to whet your desire for knowledge.” He bowed slightly, hoping that she would prefer to leave then.
“You have been most kind, Doctor.” She leaned back in her chair instead, and undid the hairpin holding her fiery hair up. “Perhaps you would not mind a more tangible demonstration… were I to offer myself right now for an examination… to you.”
“But you are not suffering any illnesses.” He almost protested, shuffling his feet.
“As a mere demonstration, Doctor…” She pressed on with a smile. “To quench my need for learning.”
“I certainly do not have any qualms, so to speak…” He shrugged, staring out the window.
“I have your regular fee, if you would consider it.” She offered, bringing her purse into view.
“For a demonstration?” He looked at her in wonder. “I wouldn’t hear of it.”
“Nay, for denying your time from a more lucr
ative endeavor.” The young woman said in a matter-of-fact tone.
“My Lady, it is my honor to be of service to you, and anyone acquainted with Lord Amondsham.” He bowed slightly. “I shall require no remuneration for this little demonstration.”
“Splendid.” She clapped her hands and rose up. “Shall we proceed?”
“As you wish.” He waved at his examination table at the back of his chamber. “If you would oblige me.”
“And where shall I disrobe?” She looked around the tidy little office.
“You need not have to.” Reeves stared at the contents on his desk.
“I must not impede any part of the demonstration.” She touched his arm suddenly, making him flinch. “Consider me as grave as any of your ailing patients. It is the only way for me to get a complete and precise understanding of what I seek.”
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