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Mahesh crossed his bare one-room apartment with a copy of the letter dated 30th June and pasted it onto the corresponding page of his maroon diary.
It read:
Dear Dr. Vatsya,
I live with my 44-year-old aunty. When I reached home one afternoon I found her lying in bed, masturbating. She had worn my shirt. This aroused me and we had sex. Now we do it quite often. Recently, my neighbor (who owes my aunty money) also joined us. Both of them give me blowjobs and as a result my penis has developed rashes. What should I do?
Ramesh Shetty
Mahesh re-read it and chuckled. Now it was time for the doctor’s reply to appear in the newspaper.
The last time the doctor had removed two lines from his ‘grievance’ before crisply advising him to visit a sexologist.
He sifted through the pasted records in his diary.
Before this, the doctor hadn’t even featured his grievance and Mahesh had to wait for a whole week to think of a better one.
May 26: Dear Dr. Vatsya …he wrote
I am a 57-year-old man living with my wife who is paralyzed. We used to have a healthy sex life earlier. Now a nurse (aged 25) comes to take care of her. She started sharing her marital problems with me and we ended up having sex. It was meant as a means of consolation but she now says I satisfy her better than her husband.
Recently, she has complained of delayed periods. We don’t want her pregnancy to interfere in our sex life. Please advise.
Vasanth Mathur
Dr. Vatsya’s response had been heart-warming then. He had advised Mr. Mathur and his partner to immediately consult a doctor for a pregnancy test.
Mahesh chuckled. Sometimes the doctor was too gullible or maybe his watchdog of a mind was away.
He listed in the margins of the diary all those he would like to give a chance in his secret play. This time it had been the landlady and the lonesome auntyji living on the fourth floor. Next, it could be the maid. He would even fit the sweeper in somehow. She had these soft, lovely breasts caged up in her dupatta…. He shivered a leg.
It was time to look at the newspaper. He brought out a hot cup of tea and moved to the sex column.
Dr. Vatsya had replied.
July 3,
Dear Mr. Shetty,
This column is meant for real problems and not imaginary ones (read: sexual fantasies). Do not waste the newspapers’ and its readers’ time by sending such queries. It takes away the chance of addressing someone else’s genuine sex-related problem.
Mahesh sharply snipped out the response from the newspaper and pasted it into his diary. This would act as a lesson of how not to get too ambitious, he thought wistfully.
Dr. Vatsya’s watchdog seemed to be back on the prowl. But Mahesh knew he was not the one to give up easily too.
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It read:
Dear Dr. Vatsya,
I live with my 44-year-old aunty. When I reached home one afternoon I found her lying in bed, masturbating. She had worn my shirt. This aroused me and we had sex. Now we do it quite often. Recently, my neighbor (who owes my aunty money) also joined us. Both of them give me blowjobs and as a result my penis has developed rashes. What should I do?
Ramesh Shetty
Mahesh re-read it and chuckled. Now it was time for the doctor’s reply to appear in the newspaper.
The last time the doctor had removed two lines from his ‘grievance’ before crisply advising him to visit a sexologist.
He sifted through the pasted records in his diary.
Before this, the doctor hadn’t even featured his grievance and Mahesh had to wait for a whole week to think of a better one.
May 26: Dear Dr. Vatsya …he wrote
I am a 57-year-old man living with my wife who is paralyzed. We used to have a healthy sex life earlier. Now a nurse (aged 25) comes to take care of her. She started sharing her marital problems with me and we ended up having sex. It was meant as a means of consolation but she now says I satisfy her better than her husband.
Recently, she has complained of delayed periods. We don’t want her pregnancy to interfere in our sex life. Please advise.
Vasanth Mathur
Dr. Vatsya’s response had been heart-warming then. He had advised Mr. Mathur and his partner to immediately consult a doctor for a pregnancy test.
Mahesh chuckled. Sometimes the doctor was too gullible or maybe his watchdog of a mind was away.
He listed in the margins of the diary all those he would like to give a chance in his secret play. This time it had been the landlady and the lonesome auntyji living on the fourth floor. Next, it could be the maid. He would even fit the sweeper in somehow. She had these soft, lovely breasts caged up in her dupatta…. He shivered a leg.
It was time to look at the newspaper. He brought out a hot cup of tea and moved to the sex column.
Dr. Vatsya had replied.
July 3,
Dear Mr. Shetty,
This column is meant for real problems and not imaginary ones (read: sexual fantasies). Do not waste the newspapers’ and its readers’ time by sending such queries. It takes away the chance of addressing someone else’s genuine sex-related problem.
Mahesh sharply snipped out the response from the newspaper and pasted it into his diary. This would act as a lesson of how not to get too ambitious, he thought wistfully.
Dr. Vatsya’s watchdog seemed to be back on the prowl. But Mahesh knew he was not the one to give up easily too.
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