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Count yourself lucky. When I went through that three years ago, it was a little different. First difference was okay - as long as you could bring your sample in within 30 minutes of production, you could do the actual work at home, so the first time I'm going to drop it off on the way to work so I'm trying to figure out exactly how close to dressed I can be and still get the job done. Produce it, zip up, head to the car (middle of winter, and car cold, but no time to warm it up). Head to the clinic where they're going to do the insertion (so technically I'm having sex with my wife even though by the time she's there, I'm already gone)(actually, me coming before her . . . okay, not so different). So I get to the clinic still cold, rush inside to the very warm building and up the stairs to turn it in. Walk in holding a vial of semen, face red from the cold outside, sweating from the heat in the building, panting because I just ran up the stairs, and I realized later that it must have looked like I had just stood outside in the hallway jerking it before handing it over.
There were several other sessions like that, then the last time I did it my wife called me to say that she was at the doctor, they found an egg, and they needed me there right then to do my part. Very romantic. I cancelled my 10:00, and rushed over there expecting to find my wife there. Nope. Big fat nurse hands me a cup and says go in there and bring it out when it's ready. I tell her it may be a while, I'm not a young man . . .
The room itself had no visual aids, no magazines, no videos, nothing. No lock on the door and cheesy Muzak playing over the speaker. Even better was that the great big burly Barry White looking (and sounding) doctor's voice carried through the walls. So, to summarize, I've got pants around the ankles, chair backed up against the door, trying to drown out Isaac Hayes and Muzak, trying desperately to come up with something to focus on and wishing there had been at least one cute nurse to interact with on the way in.
Come to think of it, they really just needed internet access and I could have logged on here . . .
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This place has Wi-Fi and I already had my laptop with me since I have so much fucking porn on here and not knowing what the room would look like, I wanted to be prepared.
I honestly wish I could describe the room better but I would stay in there all day if I could.
Don't get me wrong, it had nothing on a dark, seedy with a strange smell and sticky floor AVS booth with three glory holes and a broken lock but it was acceptable to my standards
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I double-dog-dare you to MS Paint that bitch and put it in the MS Paint challenge thread.
I actually did one sample at home and drove it to the hospital, then again at the urologist's office. That was the same year I had a physical so I had my prostate poked by two different doctors. That was the same year as my Upper and Lower GI with barium swallow and my colonoscopy. It was like the first episode of southpark, everything had to do with something going into or coming out of my ass.