The Transylvania Tour
An afternoon in Dr. Chan's private clinic, the place reminds me of Transylvania. Designed to impress his select group of clients, the gadgets give an eerie feeling. Could Dr. Chan be Count Vlad Tepes Dracula reincarnated as a specialist surgeon in Hong Kong?
His facial expressions do seem to suggest so; as he pores over the reports just handed to him by his lady assistant. While I wait for him to finish his assessment of the battery of my tests, my eyes rest on the stockings of his lady assistant who obediently stands by his side.
Unable to see under her short skirt, I imagine white cotton panties, probably accompanied by a white wonder-bra. I close my eyes and visualize her on top of me...
I see her dressed in lingerie, her hair neatly tied under a nurse's cap, and a garter belt holding her sexy stockings, she moans and groans as she plays with my love-shaft. Her lips spread wide as our tongues entangle, and she repeatedly whispers, "Bad, dirty, naughty," in my ears.
Just as I am about to undo her bra, my vivid imaginations disperse as soon as Count Chan noisily clears his throat. I open my eyes to see him wave off his lady assistant as if she were an unwanted pet. My eyes follow her busty body as she walks out.
"Not good!" roars Count Chan. Could it be that he was privy to my sexual reverie? "Not good!" He roars again as he tosses the reports on his desk.
"If you want to live, you will have to listen to me and listen to me carefully. Something you haven't been doing all these months!" Count Chan starts pacing across the room.
"You have been drinking and smoking, yes?" He abruptly stops in front of me and looks at me as if I were a drug addict with telltale signs visible in my eyes.
"Look, elephant!" I shout, pointing outside his 16th floor clinic window. He momentarily looks out of the window and then goes back to his chair and sits down. Shaking his head in denial, he begins what ends up to be an hour long gospel mainly addressing my health condition. I pretend to listen, but visions of his lady assistant in lingerie; keep floating in my mind.
Lunch with business associates in Dan Ryan's, I order a bottle of horse pee - Miller Lite. Somehow I am convinced that the mild taste will be devoid of excessive alcohol harmful to my health.
The conversation drifts to the recent news about a couple killed in Ferrari in China. I offer my opinion, which similar to Phil; is that anyone driving at 300 Km/h in China and ending up dead should be laughed at, not cried upon. Does America's Funniest Home Videos accept clips from China? Someone should have filmed the crash.
A pleasant evening and dinner with family, Bert religiously enters his teepee in the garden for his ritual meditations. Three hours later, he emerges and rushes to my study.
"What does it mean if I have erections during meditations?" He asks me, his benevolent master.
I look at him and the bulge of his trousers with wide bemused eyes. Unable to answer this one, I simply end up asking, "What exactly are you meditating upon?"
"Catherine.” He murmurs, and blushing with embarrassment, he looks down.
Is everyone suffering from sexual reverie today?
Cheers!





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