Immediately Donna dropped her head and laughed, “Oh good Lord!” She then looked back to Jacob and added, “You really expect me to believe that? Young man… I may have been born at night, but it wasn’t last night.”
Nodding, Jacob replied, “It’s true, Mrs. Miller… honest!”
Arching her brow, Donna asked, “A medical condition? That requires you to… masturbate?”
Shaking his head, Jacob replied, “No, Ma’am, I’m not required to… but it helps with the pain and swelling in my genitals.”
Giving a look of disbelief, Donna asked, “Pain and swelling?”
“Yes, Ma’am.” Jacob then glanced down at his crotch. “My testicles have a condition that causes overproduction of semen. If I don’t ejaculate regularly, the fluids get backed up and cause me great discomfort.”
Still skeptical, Donna asked in a slightly softer tone, “And how long have you had this so-called… condition?”
Shrugging his shoulders, Jacob replied, “A couple of months or so. Ever since the WICK-tropin program.”
Donna recoiled just a bit and asked in curiosity. “WICK-tropin?”
Jacob nodded. “Yes, Ma’am.”
“What on earth is that?” Donna asked with a flat tone.
Jacob replied, “It’s a prototype growth hormone. You see… I participated in an experimental trial headed up by Dr. Michael Grant. He’s a scientist who used to work with the CDC in Atlanta.”
Donna cut her eyes and asked. “Grant, you say?” She then whispered, “Why does that name sound familiar?”
Jacob offered, “Maybe you heard about him on the TV?”
Donna’s face lit up with recognition. “On television? Yes! I do recognize–wait!!” She then walked around her desk towards Jacob. “You mean the doctor that was arrested not long ago? That Dr. Grant??”
Jacob confirmed, “Yep… that’s him.”
Donna scoffed, “I saw that on the news… something about he was conducting illegal experiments on people.” She then scrunched her face and asked, “How in the world did you get mixed up in all of that?”
Jacob held out his arms. “Well, for starters, look at me.” He sat down on the couch and continued, “For years, Mom and Dad took me to several different endocrinologists all over the southeast. They tried all types of experimental drugs and hormone therapies, but nothing seemed to work. It appeared I was destined to live my life the size of a twelve-year-old kid.”
Donna took a seat beside Jacob and said, “Karen has told me many times all about the treatments and the frustration you all felt from no successful results. So how did they find Dr. Grant?”
Looking into Mrs. Miller’s striking blue eyes, Jacob replied, “Mom found him somehow… she spent a lot of her free time researching different doctors and treatments. I’m not sure, but I think someone online might have suggested him. At first, Mom thought he was the answer to our prayers.”
“And that’s when your parents decided to let you participate in the program?”
Jacob shook his head, “No… not really.”
Donna gave him a quizzical look and asked, “No?”
Jacob continued, “After the initial meeting, my dad thought Dr. Grant was a real quack, and he, therefore, refused to let me participate.” The teenager derided and continued, “He said he would not allow me to be used as a guinea pig for that, as my father called him, nutcase.”
Cocking her head to the side, Donna inquired, “But you say you participated in the program?”
Nodding, Jacob replied, “Yes, Ma’am, I did… only my dad doesn’t know about it.”
Donna’s eyes went wide with shock when suddenly, from the kitchen came Sara’s voice, “Hey Mom… we’re home! Is Jake here? We could really use some help unloading the car.”
Jacob looked up at Donna and offered, “Mrs. Miller… If you want me to leave… I’ll understand.”
Donna pursed her lips and took a deep breath. She stood up, shook her head, and said, “No!”
“No?” Jacob asked in surprise.
“Although it goes against my better judgment… you can stay… for now…” Mrs. Miller then walked around the desk, placed the used but secure condom back into the hiding spot, and closed the bottom drawer. “However, know this… if you were anyone else other than Robert and Karen Mitchell’s son, I would have thrown you out with last night’s garbage.”
With a sigh of relief, Jacob stood up and said. “Thank you, Mrs. Miller.”
“Don’t thank me yet,” Donna said with a hand on her hip. “I’m still not totally convinced that all of this is true. To make a final decision, I will need more details, but we can discuss that later.” Stepping up to Jacob, Donna added, “In the meantime, we will keep all this between the two of us… agreed?” She then motioned towards the door with her open hand.
As they began to leave the room, Jacob replied, “Yes, Ma’am… agreed… and thanks again, Mrs. Miller.”
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Later that night, Donna stood in the doorway to her husband’s study. Pastor Miller sat at his desk, working on some last-minute changes to his Sunday morning sermon. He just happened to look up to find his gorgeous wife standing in the doorway with her purse, car keys, and a large envelope tucked under her left arm. She looked so lovely in her blue cotton dress. David joked, “Well, hello beautiful… where are you taking off to?”
Stepping into the room, Donna mocked and responded jokingly, “Oh nowhere special… just meeting up with my boyfriend for a date.”
Sitting back in his chair, David watched the former model glide across the room and was mesmerized by the swing of her curvy hips. Now standing beside her husband, Donna perched her shapely backside against the desktop. Looking up at the blonde beauty, he said, “Well, I must say… he’s a very lucky man.”
With a sultry voice, Donna bent down and replied, “Well, Preacher Miller… play your cards right, and who knows, you may get lucky yourself.” She chuckled and leaned into David for a kiss.
Donna loved David with all her heart. She gave thanks to God every day for bringing them together. He was a terrific husband and wonderful father…. she could not have asked for a better life partner.
If Donna had any complaints at all about her marriage, it would be in the bedroom. She found sex with David to be like vanilla ice cream… it was satisfactory and got the job done, but it lacked spice and variety. Her husband approached love-making as he did everything else in life… ultra-conservative.
The other slight grievance the gorgeous wife had for bedroom activities was the lack thereof. David’s libido had always been somewhat lower that Donna’s, but now with her husband nearing fifty years of age, it seemed his appetite for sex was declining more and more.
After sitting back up straight, Donna said, “Actually, I wanted to let you know I’m leaving to run Jake home.”
Taking off his reading glasses, David replied, “Oh Honey… you’ve done so much today. You don’t have to do that… I can take him.” He started to rise from his chair.
Donna pushed down on David’s shoulder for him to stay seated. “No, Sweetheart.” She glanced down at the sheets of text on the desk and added, “I can see you’re working on tomorrow’s sermon… you need to stay here and finish.”