doctor
answered in reply. He then turned his beady gaze in her direction, addressing him
while staring at her “especially with the likes of her.”
“Excuse
me!” Val shrieked. She had never shrieked before, it was not her MO. It’s just
that her voice had failed her; she could not believe the audacity of the man
who had been called out for her benefit. Val had no idea what the hell this
crack-pot of a doctor was insinuating but it didn’t take a genius to figure out
that it was by no means pleasant.
“Mr
Vladimir, I don’t know how long you have been in the country, but STIs run
rampant among the blacks. You may want to get your health insurance to run a
full blood panel after your encounter.” He finished off with an air of
grandiose know-it-all that only a doctor could dispense when it came to medical
news. Val stood there stunned as a range of emotions ran through her and she
wasn’t sure which one she should use to address this situation with. Hurt,
humiliation, shame and anger. She held on to the last one as it seemed to have
the strongest current that would hopefully propel herself home and away from
any other situation like the one she currently found herself in. She had a few
choice words for Dr. De Beer but knew that when it came to men like him, men
she had unfortunately met in her lifetime, words would do very little to sway
their way of thinking – prejudices that had grown up with them. She stormed out
of the space to avoid slapping him which her twitching palm was begging to do.
Vlad
had watched this encounter play out and knew exactly what was going on, but
erring on the side of caution he decided to clarify with the good doctor. He
chuckled to himself thinking of how he was never wrong in the way he read
people or situations, but he still went about the rather tedious, useless task
of double-checking his facts. “This is a very grave matter Mr Vladimir, unless
you laughing is a knee-jerk reaction to you receiving shocking news. I’ve been
in practise for over twenty years and have seen my fair share of how differently
people cope with stress.”
“Don’t
worry about me; I’m more interested in your professional opinion. Who do you
think that woman is to me?”
“You
told me she’s not your girlfriend and if she were your wife or someone
significant you would have corrected me earlier or given her a title, let’s say
a friend, so I assume she is a ‘lady of the night’ as they call themselves
these days.”
“What
other than titles makes you think she’s a hooker?”
“You
seem to be well educated and travelled. Europe has some beautiful women and I
can only presume that you were looking for someone to warm your sheets without
having to go through the motions of courting more decent company. I don’t agree
with prostitution being a Christian man myself, but I can’t stop others from
making their own decisions.”
Hmmm
he was right about not wanting the chore of woo-ing a woman but he hadn’t had
to pay shit for the past two days. Come to think of it, sex had always been
freely offered wherever he went. “And what did you say about my health
insurance?” he asked lastly.
“Most
couples worry about an unplanned pregnancy but you both don’t constitute a
couple and I can tell with that one you would have to check for STIs. I know
this is not an epidemic where you’re from but it is in this country. I strongly
recommend you get tested as soon as possible. Those kaffirs have run around
‘free’ and are killing this country and killing themselves but don’t let them
kill you.”
Vlad
was quiet as he took in the conversation. He had the man pegged down to a tee.
He really needed to stop second guessing himself. He chuckled again at the situation
and walked back to the bedroom to find Val. If he thought she was in a sullen
mood before the doctor arrived, she was in fine form now. Based on the look of
unadulterated rage on her face, he knew she was ready to spit. He saw
answered in reply. He then turned his beady gaze in her direction, addressing him
while staring at her “especially with the likes of her.”
“Excuse
me!” Val shrieked. She had never shrieked before, it was not her MO. It’s just
that her voice had failed her; she could not believe the audacity of the man
who had been called out for her benefit. Val had no idea what the hell this
crack-pot of a doctor was insinuating but it didn’t take a genius to figure out
that it was by no means pleasant.
“Mr
Vladimir, I don’t know how long you have been in the country, but STIs run
rampant among the blacks. You may want to get your health insurance to run a
full blood panel after your encounter.” He finished off with an air of
grandiose know-it-all that only a doctor could dispense when it came to medical
news. Val stood there stunned as a range of emotions ran through her and she
wasn’t sure which one she should use to address this situation with. Hurt,
humiliation, shame and anger. She held on to the last one as it seemed to have
the strongest current that would hopefully propel herself home and away from
any other situation like the one she currently found herself in. She had a few
choice words for Dr. De Beer but knew that when it came to men like him, men
she had unfortunately met in her lifetime, words would do very little to sway
their way of thinking – prejudices that had grown up with them. She stormed out
of the space to avoid slapping him which her twitching palm was begging to do.
Vlad
had watched this encounter play out and knew exactly what was going on, but
erring on the side of caution he decided to clarify with the good doctor. He
chuckled to himself thinking of how he was never wrong in the way he read
people or situations, but he still went about the rather tedious, useless task
of double-checking his facts. “This is a very grave matter Mr Vladimir, unless
you laughing is a knee-jerk reaction to you receiving shocking news. I’ve been
in practise for over twenty years and have seen my fair share of how differently
people cope with stress.”
“Don’t
worry about me; I’m more interested in your professional opinion. Who do you
think that woman is to me?”
“You
told me she’s not your girlfriend and if she were your wife or someone
significant you would have corrected me earlier or given her a title, let’s say
a friend, so I assume she is a ‘lady of the night’ as they call themselves
these days.”
“What
other than titles makes you think she’s a hooker?”
“You
seem to be well educated and travelled. Europe has some beautiful women and I
can only presume that you were looking for someone to warm your sheets without
having to go through the motions of courting more decent company. I don’t agree
with prostitution being a Christian man myself, but I can’t stop others from
making their own decisions.”
Hmmm
he was right about not wanting the chore of woo-ing a woman but he hadn’t had
to pay shit for the past two days. Come to think of it, sex had always been
freely offered wherever he went. “And what did you say about my health
insurance?” he asked lastly.
“Most
couples worry about an unplanned pregnancy but you both don’t constitute a
couple and I can tell with that one you would have to check for STIs. I know
this is not an epidemic where you’re from but it is in this country. I strongly
recommend you get tested as soon as possible. Those kaffirs have run around
‘free’ and are killing this country and killing themselves but don’t let them
kill you.”
Vlad
was quiet as he took in the conversation. He had the man pegged down to a tee.
He really needed to stop second guessing himself. He chuckled again at the situation
and walked back to the bedroom to find Val. If he thought she was in a sullen
mood before the doctor arrived, she was in fine form now. Based on the look of
unadulterated rage on her face, he knew she was ready to spit. He saw
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