The Doctor Gets a Visitor II
by: E Walk

(Copyright 2007 by the Author)
 

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Chapter 1

The First Day of School

I was awakened in the morning by a light that was blinking. I looked at the clock and it was only 5:45. I looked at the light and Jeff was sitting there on the sofa with a pencil and pad, writing. I couldn’t see what was on the television so I crawled out of bed and sat down beside him. He looked at me and smiled and went back to watching and writing. He was propped semi reclined, busily writing, and using his arm for a writing platform.
 
I reached over and started to massage his penis and his testicles. He pushed the pause button and slid to the floor, pulling me with him. He turned so we could gain access to each other’s penis. We both went to work and before we could even get a good rhythm going, we both erupted.
 
Jeff turned and kissed me and said, “Dad, I love you, but since you disrupted my work, you need to shower and dress, so you can fix a hot breakfast, and I don’t mean oatmeal.” He pinched my nipples and said. “Now move, or I’ll impregnate you so bad that you will need to go on immediate bed rest.”
 
“You wouldn’t do that to an innocent old man, would you?” I laughed.
 
“I might, if I ever met one.” he said, as he turned the tape back on.
 
I took a quick shower and dressed and as I was leaving, Jeff was still writing furiously. I went to the kitchen and started to fix waffles with blueberries. I was soon joined by Tyler. “Doctor Dad, is something wrong with Jeff?”
 
“No. Why do you ask?” I asked.
 
“He’s always up by now. It’s not like him to not be treating us like a mother hen.” Tyler answered.
 
“I don’t know how long he has been up, but when I left he was furiously writing while watching the swimming tapes.” I answered. “Please set the table and put the juice on.”
 
Everyone came in, and I put a pitcher of hot syrup and some warm butter on the table. I had just put the last plate on the table when Jeff came in and I plopped down a plate with a waffle in front of him and said, “Is there anything else you need, your royal highness?”
 
“Yes, why isn’t anyone eating?” Have you put poison in this crinkly thing or what?” Jeff asked.
 
Everyone laughed and started to eat and out of the blue Spencer said, “I think we need to get Doctor Dad up early every morning, so we don’t have to have eggs and ham or ham and eggs all the time.”
 
“Okay man, just for that comment, you are responsible for breakfast, and I don’t want anything cold and no oatmeal.” Jeff offhandedly said.
 
Spencer said, “I’ll do it, but you will be sorry.”
 
Everyone finished eating and started to do the dishes. Jeff started to issue the directions for the day and everyone got ready to go. “Love you all and have a good day.”
 
Jeff stopped by the high school on the way to the college and dropped off the tapes and notes for Matt, and then he drove to campus and went to his first class.
 
The first class was the Economics of Modern of America with Dr. Potts.

Dr. Potts was lecturing when all of a sudden Jeff started frantically searching through the text. He raised his hand and said, “Sir, I don’t think you said the same thing as your book says.”
 
“What do you mean, sir?” Dr. Potts asked.
 
Jeff said, “Sir, I would like everyone to look at page 32, and then listen to the tape.”
 
Jeff started to play the tape and when he stopped it, Dr Potts said, “Please play it again.”
 
Jeff did as asked and when the tape finished, Dr. Potts got up and said, “Young man, would you please tell us who you are?”
 
“Jeff Wilson, sir.” Jeff answered.
 
Dr. Potts walked out the door and came back and said, “Good morning class, I’m Dr. Bill Potts. I would like you all to throw away all your notes and forget what I said earlier.”
 
“Now can anyone tell me why what I said earlier was completely wrong?” he asked. Everyone shook there head no.
 
No one answered so Dr. Potts asked, “Mr. Wilson, would you please play the tape one more time?”
 
Jeff played the tape again and finally the young man sitting next to Jeff said, “The only difference is that you said all Americans and the book says many Americans. So what’s so significant about that?”
 
“Sir, would you tell me who you are, so I can give you a point for observation?” Dr. Potts asked.
 
“I am Bran Staley, sir. I think I am beginning to see the major difference but I would like Jeff to tell us why he picked up on it so fast?” Bran said.
 
“Mr. Staley, when Dr. Potts said the word all, red flags went up, and when he said all Americans are guilty of being caught up in a wave of conspicuous consumption, I knew it couldn’t be true. I know a number of people who care nothing about what the Potts have or do.” Jeff answered.
 
The class laughed and Dr. Potts said, “Okay Mr. Jeff Wilson, since you are picking on my wife and me, you will help me demonstrate exactly what conspicuous consumption is. So here is question number 1. I see you are wearing a designer shirt, so I take it you only buy the best brands so people think you are affluent and wear only the most fashionable clothes?”
 
Jeff looked down at his shirt and said, “Sir, this shirt is at least two years old and I’m sure I bought at on sale, at 75% off otherwise I wouldn’t have bought it. I never buy anything unless it is on sale, or something I know isn’t going to go on sale. I also make sure everything that I buy requires only minimum maintenance.”
 
“It all sounds confusing to me. What might you need that isn’t going to be going on sale and what do you mean by minimum maintenance?”
 
“One of the things that I don’t buy on sale is shoes. I have very narrow feet so therefore I have to buy special brands of shoes and they almost never go on sale. By minimum maintenance, I mean, I don’t like to iron or worry about shrinkage and I sure don’t like to pay the cost of laundries and dry cleaners.” Jeff answered.
 
Bran, who was sitting next to Jeff, put his hand on Jeff’s and didn’t move it and said, “Dr. Potts, I notice you are wearing a shirt with the same logo as Jeff’s. Do you buy your clothes on sale too?”
 
Dr. Potts looked at his shirt and said, “I’ll have to check with my wife, and I'll let you know Wednesday,” as he turned to Jeff.
 
“Question 2, what kind of a car do you have?” Dr. Potts asked.
 
“Not because I wanted it, but I have a 2007 Thunderbird, sir.”
 
“What do you mean by not because you want it?” Dr. Potts asked.
 
“I had no idea that I was getting a car for my birthday/graduation present. I came home the day of my birthday, and my mother and step father gave me the keys to the car. When I saw the car, I asked them to take it back. I told them all I needed was a reliable used car so that I could come here to Fremont after I was graduated. My step father insisted that I keep it, and told me that everyone should have a fancy car once in their life. I sat and cried and almost never drove it because I was so embarrassed. I certainly wasn’t about to drive it to high school.” Jeff said.
 
“Dr. Potts looked at the clock and said, “Ladies and Gentlemen, our time is up.”
 
Bran put his hand on Jeff thigh and asked, “Dr. Potts, are you trying to avoid telling us what kind of car you drive, and I guess this was a lesson on what conspicuous consumption isn’t?”
 
Dr. Potts said, “See you all Wednesday, I hope, and I think I am rewriting my plans for this class. I’ll decide how by Wednesday, so throw away all the handouts that I passed out earlier.”
 
“Dr. Potts isn’t that conspicuous consumption?” asked Jeff.
 
“Mr. Wilson, would you please tell me who your advisor is?” Dr. Potts asked.
 
“I assume my advisor is Dr. Greg Thompson, since he is the person who handed me my schedule.”
 
Everyone left.
 
The next class was called Social Problems of Modern Society. Jeff walked in and a middle aged lady was standing at the lectern.
 
At precisely 9:00 o’clock she started, “I am Dr. Armstrong and we will be covering the entire text that is required, plus you will be responsible for any information in my lecture. Everything will be covered in the tests and quizzes. For the next three classes we will be talking about Margaret Mead’s findings in the South Pacific.
 
Jeff raised his hand and said, “I thought Ms. Mead was more of an anthropologist and I am not sure what her findings have to do with the social problems of modern society, or am I in the wrong class?”
 
“Young man, you are impertinent. I have a doctorate in sociology. So I run this class the way I think it should be run.” she sputtered.
 
“May I say one more thing, please?” Jeff asked.
 
She frowned and nodded yes.
 
“Ma’am, since I assume this is an upper level course, I can’t imagine that most of us not being well aware of Ms. Mead’s works, so why are we spending so much time on her findings, when today’s society has more than enough problems of its own?”
 
“Young man, everyone in this class has to be a sophomore or higher since I have signed no waivers.” Dr. Armstrong scowled.
 
“Excuse me ma’am, I am a brand new freshman, and this is my first day here. I am not sure if I want to be here, if this is the way the faculty is going to act. I came to learn and not be bored to do death with what I already know and find irrelevant to what is happening in the world.” Jeff said.
 
“Class is over for today and when we reconvene on Wednesday, I don’t think this disruptive force will be here.” Dr. Armstrong said, as she left.
 
Jeff was approached by a young man, who said, “I think you just made an enemy. I am sure that you are going to encounter that staid old maid several times in your studies if you stay here.”
 
“I'm staying, and I’ll get through this. I’m Jeff Wilson, by the way.” Jeff said, as he held out his hand.
 
“I’m Bruce Degen and I wish I had the guts to do what you just did.” the young man said, as he shook Jeff’s hand a little too long for Jeff.
 
They parted and Jeff went to his 10:00 o’clock class and was waiting for class to start when a guy who was a little older came in and sat down next to him. Jeff looked at him and said, “Hi, I’m Jeff Wilson.”
 
“I’m Reg Weaver.” the guy said without any emotion.
 
The rest of the students started to arrive, so they didn’t say anything else. The instructor arrived a couple minutes late and said, “I am the Reverend Doctor James, and during this class we will be trying to find something that the government is doing that is morally right and look at reasons why the U. S. Constitution should be rewritten.”
 
Jeff’s hackles went up and he asked, “Sir, I think what I just heard you say was that the constitution hasn’t served the purpose that the signers wanted and they weren’t so intelligent when they made a definite distinction between the church and the state?”
 
“Exactly, it proves that they were all social deviants and have set a tenor for all of the bigots that control the government today. As far as I am concerned, 99% of today’s society are bigots and all they worry about is queers and minorities instead of their own salvation.” the Reverend stated.
 
“Sir, your assessment has me concerned, because I already know a lot of wonderful people. You just told me that everyone I meet here at this college is a bigot.” Jeff said.
 
Reverend James stood there for a minute and said, “Young man, you just made a big mistake. Class is dismissed for today and when we reconvene on Wednesday, this young man won’t be here anymore, and probably won’t even be attending this college.”
 
“That's fine with me sir. By the way, my name is Jeff Wilson, in case you didn’t know. I guess I just have to find a job until fall and accept one of my other scholarships to Harvard, Yale or maybe Duke. I am sure I will get a much better education.” Jeff said, as he stood and turned to leave.
 
Everyone followed him out of the class leaving the Reverend sputtering.
 
“Jeff.” someone called. Jeff turned to see who was talking.
 
“Hi Reg. What’s up?” Jeff asked.
 
“I just wanted to tell you that I admire you. You have a lot of gall to stand up to the old bigot. I have had to endure two other classes with him, and they have always been the same.” Reg answered.
 
“Where are you going now?” Jeff asked.
 
“I have a class in Modern American Literature in Emerson Hall.” Reg answered.
 
“I think I’m in the same class. Now, why are you so down in the dumps? What’s bothering you?” Jeff asked.
 
“I am going to have to drop out of college to keep my family in food and so we have a place to live. The cost of day care has been killing us, and we had some unplanned-for car expenses and neither of us have health care insurance in our part time jobs. We are both scared to death that something will happen to Chip. Well, here we are so let’s go in, I’m sorry I unloaded on you.”
 
They walked in and were joined immediately by Adam. Jeff introduced the two of them and then the instructor came in and started. “I’m Dr. Robbie Price. I don’t like to be called Dr. Price and would appreciate it if you could call me Robbie or Dr. P. Today’s lecture will be short. I would like to start our study of American literature by talking about Edgar Allan Poe, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow and James Fenimore Cooper.”
 
Jeff raised his hand and said, “Dr. P., I’m Jeff Wilson. I just wanted to make sure that I’m in the right class. The course description says that we would be studying contemporary American literature. I really don’t think any of the three great American writers you mentioned is a contemporary of anyone in this classroom, and I certainly don’t consider the 19th century to be modern times.”
 
Dr. Price stood there looking confused, and said, “That can’t be. I have never taught a course on modern American literature. My specialty is European literature. Are you sure that’s what this course is supposed to be?”
 
Jeff handed her the course description, and she read it and just sat down on the desk. “Ladies and gentlemen, I’m so sorry. I am totally unprepared to teach this course. I need some time to think about how to go about teaching what this class is supposed to do. I’ll see you all Wednesday.”
 
“Jeff went up to her and said, “Dr. P., if you can meet me after 2:30 in my office, then we can talk about your class. I have some ideas of how to make it easy for you.”
 
“Where is your office?” she asked.
 
“It’s in the same area as President Campbell’s office. His secretary will direct you. I’ll be there until 3:30.” Jeff said, as he went back to Adam and Reg and said, “Let’s get some lunch. I don’t have class until 1:00 so we have plenty of time. I know just the place.”
 
They went to the Camry and climbed in. Jeff asked, “Adam, how about we have our first lesson tomorrow at four?”
 
Adam nodded yes and said, “I’m free.”
 
“I assume you play the piano, so can you come to Dad’s house for the first lesson, so I can see exactly what you can do? I know you have good technical skills on the organ, but I would like to show you a few tricks.” Jeff said.
 
The arrived at the Madison’s and Reg said, “I’ll just have my peanut butter sandwich.”
 
Jeff looked at him and said, “I don’t think so, sir.”
 
“I can’t eat anything like this when Jill and Chip are having peanut butter sandwiches and kool aid.” Reg said.
 
Jeff stopped a minute and then said, “ Adam, take Reg and go across the street and get me a gallon of milk, a large container of orange juice, or real lemonade, a loaf of bread some sliced turkey, cheese slices and some yogurt and a half gallon of Neapolitan ice cream.”
 
Jeff handed Adam $40.00 and the two guys took off. Jeff turned to Mrs. Madison and said, “I’d like five hamburgers with the works on the side, four orders of home fries, a grilled cheese sandwich, a large box of salad with a little oil and vinegar, a dozen of your wonderful oatmeal with raisin cookies and an apple crumb pie to go.”
 
The two guys came back and Jeff tossed them the keys and said, “Take those things and put them in the trunk, and then come back and help me.” The two guys left and Jeff was paying for the food when they came back. He turned and said, “Take these to the car please, while I finish. He kissed Mrs. Madison and hugged Mr. Madison and said, “I’ll see you real soon. Thank you.”
 
The guys took the bags to the car and Jeff said, “Lead us to your abode Mr. Reg.”
 
They pulled up in front of a trailer in a trailer court and Jeff said, “Let’s take everything inside so it doesn’t freeze.”
 
They went into the trailer and Reg called out, “Honey, could you and Chip come here? We have some visitors.”
 
A very attractive young lady came into the room with the cutest little boy. Jeff walked over and said, “You must be the beautiful Jill that Regis has been raving about.  I’m Jeff Wilson and I am so pleased to meet you.” He kissed her and turned to Chip and said, “Oh my goodness, I thought you were a baby the way your Daddy talked about you. I think you must be six or seven right.”
 
“Oh silly, I am only four.” Chip said.
 
“Well Mr. Chip, could you give me a really big hug and kiss since I think I will really need it to help the rest of the day.” Chip jumped into his arms and hugged him tight and gave him a kiss on the lips.
 
Jeff held him tight and said, “Thanks, Chip, I really needed that. Now who would like a grilled cheese sandwich or a hamburger?”
 
“Can I have a little of both?” Chip asked.
 
Jeff fixed each of them a half of grilled cheese sandwich and half a hamburger with a few fries and a salad and a glass of milk. He sat down with Chip and Jeff said, Chip, can I call you Cub. I already have a Tiger and you remind me so much of him, now let’s eat all of this food so we can get big and strong.” Jeff turned to everyone and said, “Get busy and eat. We have to leave soon, and the food is getting cold.”
 
Everyone was eating and Jeff and his Cub were talking and Jeff looked at the clock and said, “Cub, I have to go back to school. I have a class, and I’m not ready. Now I want you to make sure that you and your Mommy and Daddy are eating well. If they don’t, I want you to call me. This is my number.”
 
Jeff pulled out a card and wrote a telephone number on it.
 
“”Yeah, I have to go back for a music appreciation course that I’ve been dreading.” said Reg.
 
“Jill, I’m sorry we are leaving you with such a mess. I guess I over estimated what we might need for lunch. I hope you have room in your refrigerator and cabinets for the leftovers and you can use them later.” Jeff said he kissed her.
 
“Cub come here and give me another big hug good bye and then give Adam and your Daddy a hug and kiss, because they are going to need it to get through their next class.” Jeff said, as Chip jumped in his arms and squeezed tight and gave him a big hug and kissed him on the lips and then Chip did the same to Adam.
 
When Chip jumped into his Dad’s arms he hugged him tight and Reg said, “Chip, take care of your Mommy and make sure she has a nap before she goes to work.”
 
The guys went back to the college.
 
What lies in store for the rest of the day?

To be continued... 
 

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Editor's Notes:

Well Well Well. I have a feeling that Jeff's tendency to be brutally honest and bold might have some interesting consequences.  It looks as if he has pissed off almost all his new teachers. Even the ones he didn't piss off, got startled out of their complacency. Nice to see that Jeff has made a new friend, and my goodness, why do I think Jeff is going to find a way to help him and his family?

Darryl

AKA The Radio Rancher

Posted: 05/18/07