When Bryan Spoke: Part One
1.
In the beginning it had been a huge disappointment when Peter was paged at the very last minute, already on the way to the train station with Diane.
There was just no question in this regard; he had to get to the hospital: a donor kidney was on it's way for one of his young patients.
They had planned this trip together for quite some time. It was to be a long beautiful ride on the Amtrak train the "Empire Builder", taking them from their home in Chicago through the National Parks of the Northern U.S.A. It was a cross country trip that would end up in Seattle. They planned to fly home from there.
This was meant as a rebuilding time for the relationship between the two. Much needed rebuilding.
Diane and Peter were out of touch.
With Peter's work, his passion for competing at tennis, and his duties to the community, there was little time for spending with Carol or the kids.
She, of course, was busy too. The kids, the house and her own community service work kept her steadily on the run.
The children, Maggie 7, Jason 11, and Regan 14, were a constant concern and a much bigger job than she would ever have signed up for if she had known ahead of time.
Ah...but they're such great kids.
Peter was completely apologetic, but also insistent:
"Diane, I want you to go on the trip. I'm going to drop you at the station" he spoke, not wanting to totally ruin everything for his wife.
"Oh, no way Peter. I'm not going by myself. What's the point?" Diane was strong in her objection.
Peter proved to be stronger in the long run, pointing out that they already had a babysitter, she was packed, the tickets were beyond refund, and most of all; she deserved a good vacation.
His case was inarguable. Diane boarded the Empire Builder and set out on a cross country journey without her husband.
Once aboard the train Diane proceeded directly to her sleeper and removed all clothing but her underwear.
She opened her suitcase and began to look through it for her book. She only wanted to sprawl out comfortably undressed to relax and read.
As she looked down at her carefully packed clothes, there on top, rolled neatly so as not to be crushed, was the lingerie: all the pretty new things she had purchased secretly to surprise Peter.
Although she may need to be dressed for hiking or comfort during the day, she had planned to remind her husband every night, that she was sexy and feminine. A woman.
It did seem as if he didn't notice anymore.
The last two occassions they appeared together formally in public he paid little if any attention to her, did not comment on her appearance, and neglected to ask her to dance.
Little things like that, added up. Or perhaps, better said, took away. Much of what brought them together originally was missing now from their marriage.
It's not that they didn't come together. Peter took his occassional pleasure from her, but it was quick, one sided and more humiliating than arousing for Diane.
Peter seemed unaware of her.
With the lingerie, massage oils and scented candles Diane had brought, she had hoped to reintroduce her husband to his wife.
She lifted up the pretty pieces she had selectively chosen from the VS catalogue.
The black satin, ankle length gown, slit completely up both sides, and laced with satin cords; the royal purple short slip adorned with lace; the red thong and camisole; the navy satin bustier with matching panties. And of course, for fun, a selection of stockings and garters.
Also in the suitcase, directly beneath the lingerie, were two skirts, two silk blouses, and a beaded angora sweater. These she had packed for special evening dinners along the way.
Diane sighed heavily, placing the suitcase and it's contents on the floor, not unpacking. She located her book in the pouch at the bottom of her case, and lay out comfortably on the bed, in her simple white brassiere and bikini briefs.
Boring, basic . . . but hey: Who did she have to impress now?
Bryan Lindstrom boarded the train in Minneapolis. This trip was a special graduation gift from his Pops.
Pops, his Mom's father, was as funny an old coot as you could ever meet. He was always giving Bryan the gears about not knowing anything practical when he would visit Pops on the farm.
Bryan was studious. A bookworm. He didn't get into the overhauling of the tractor or the handling of a chainsaw. He'd just as soon pull out the latest journal of the American Medical Association over a mechanics guide anyday.
When Bryan was nine years old he and his family watched helplessly as mom battled to the death with breast cancer. An experience like that can make a boy wise beyond his years.
And so it was with Bryan. He gave up fantasy dreams of being a fireman or a police detective. Mom's cancer; being around the hospital and picking up the vibrations of life and death, gave Bryan a certain mindset. He would become a Doctor. An Oncologist. He was going to help cancer patients.
He never waivered in ambition or drive from the time he had made up his mind. He learned to study; truly study, and laid hands on everything he could get about cancer, medicine, and science in general.
By the time Bryan was sixteen he was a volunteer in the hospital and had taken courses in First Aid, and CPR. He was at the top of all his classes, except for Phys-ed, which he had never been good at.
His marks were good enough to earn him a healthy scholarship for UMD. (University of Minnesota, Duluth Campus.) He was the first in the family, out of his cousins, uncles, aunts and everyone to go to University. His dad was a plumber.
The Lindstrom family were not affluent folk. University was not usually a consideration; but in Bryan's case, dad and Pops did everything they could to help Bryan earn enough for tuition.
Sure, Pops liked to kid him. But there was no one prouder when he finished his undergraduate studies than his grandfather.
Bryan and Dad and Pops had all driven to Minneapolis two days early just to have a bit of fun there. They did the essential tour of the Mall of America, and then drove down to Valley Fair for the rides and waterpark.
They had a ball. Even Dad and Pops went into the pool in the water park.
Bryan was more or less a fat boy. He wasn't grotesquely obese or anything, just pudgy with baby fat and with breasts that were bigger than some girls. He was shy about it and kept his t'shirt on over his swim trunks in the water.
He was 22 years old now, but there wasn't much in the way of manly muscle on Bryan. He'd already grown used to fact that any attentions he'd get from girls would be when they needed help with their studies, or as a shoulder to lean on when their lives with other guys were falling apart.
Bryan hadn't even had his first kiss from a girl. He really thought it wasn't ever going to happen for him.
In fact, this was the one thing in Bryan's mind that he was unsettled about.
When Bryan spoke it was usually with confidence, he wasn't worried about being judged. He was smart, personable and caring. But inside, deep inside, he was afraid. He was afraid of real women.
Now that he was growing older, that's what he was finding himself surrounded by more and more, at University and at the Hospital. Women. Sexy women.
Oh yes, he was studious, but he was still a male.
Along with his AMA journals he did have a few Hustler magazines, and routinely let his fantasies go wild with the stimulation of bodies displayed not for medical examination, but for sexual gratification.
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