STB CLINIC - BILL SMITH PT.1

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STB CLINIC - BILL SMITH PT. 1


Doctor William Smith opened his eyes. The 
bedroom was still dark, but he could hear 
the noise of the twins as they tried to dress 
quietly and finish in the bathroom without 
disturbing the rest of the family. Dr. 
Smith looked at the lighted red digits of the 
clock on the table by the bed - Saturday 
morning, barely 6 o’clock, and his wife 
was still soundly asleep next to him. Dr. 
Smith wasn’t surprised that the twins 
were up so early, this was a day they had 
been looking forward to for a very long 
time - the day they were to be castrated. 
But this was not to be a routine event like 
most castrations, this was a particularly 
special day, a day that Dr. Smith and his 
twin sons Patrick and Daniel would 
remember for the rest of their lives.

All young men in the new Christian 
America, other than firstborn sons, grew 
up knowing that once they had reached a 
certain level of sexual maturity they 
would be castrated under the provisions of 
the Family Management Law of 2005, and 
become Soldiers for God in the great 
Christian Army of the Lord - eunuchs for 
the Kingdom of Heaven’s sake. In the new 
America, this was not only considered a 
civic duty, but a privilege and an honour. 
In his many years of running the 
Kelseyville STB clinic Dr. Smith had 
personally performed castrations on 
hundreds of boys and young men and had 
rarely seen any resistance to the 
procedure. On the contrary, boys looked 
forward to the day when they and their 
families would be informed that they had 
reached Stage 3 and were eligible for 
castration. Obligatory SME’s (Sexual 
Maturity Exams) were carried out every 
three months on all boys so that their 
sexual development could be carefully 
monitored. Eldest sons had to report for 
SME’s up until their 21st birthdays, in 
this way their sperm motility could be 
tested as they matured. If there were a 
problem, and a firstborn male turned out 
to be unable to father children, he would 
be approved for castration and the next 
male child in line in the family would take 
his place for purposes of procreation. 

Dr. Smith could hear the twins gingerly 
trying to go downstairs without letting the 
staircase creak - a physical impossibility. 
Mrs. Smith yawned, opened her eyes and 
slipped out of bed quietly, not knowing that 
her husband had been awake for quite a 
while just thinking in the silence and 
reflecting on the events of the past few 
weeks.

Bill Smith, apart from running the 
Kelseyville STB castration clinic, was an 
active participant in local church and 
community life. He had fathered more than 
twelve children and according to the STB 
Law Amendment of 2035, he now had the 
personal option of having himself 
castrated if he wished. He had discussed the 
possibility with his wife and they had 
decided it should be done once the twins 
Patrick and Daniel had reached Stage 3 and 
were eligible for their castrations.

The twins were obedient, Christian boys 
and Bill Smith was proud of them. Proud of 
the fact that they were good in school, good 
in sports, and proud of the fact that they 
were both looking forward to their 
castrations. Since Bill was in charge of the 
local STB clinic, he was in charge of the 
Sexual Maturity Exams of his own sons and 
had consequently known exactly when they 
would attain the requisite Stage 3. Several 
months before the time Dr. Smith knew 
his sons would be cstrated he decided it 
was time to discuss the matter of 
circumcision with them.

In the New Testament Book of Romans, the 
Apostle Paul had pointed out that it was 
unimportant whether or not a Christian 
was circumcised, the important thing is 
that one had to be circumcised in spirit. 
Because of this, no laws had been passed 
regarding the circumcision of newborn 
males in the New Christian America, and 
such decisions were generally left up to 
the parents. Although Lord Jesus was 
circumcised on his eighth day, in the 
manner of the Hebrews, many people felt 
strongly that to deprive a newborn of that 
with which he came into the world, would 
also deprive him of any possibility of 
consciously and willingly offering his 
foreskin later in life like the great 
prophets of old - Abraham and Moses. Like 
the ritual of Baptism, many thought it had 
to be done as an offering in the full 
awareness of adulthood and not performed 
upon a passive infant who was oblivious to 
what was happening. 

Dr. Smith had been planning to discuss 
circumcision with the twins and then 
allowing them to make up their own minds 
about it. He didn’t wish to pressure them 
in any way, but if they decided to have it 
done, he would suggest that they have it 
done at the same time as their castrations. 
Like many boys, however, they were well 
aware of the difference in appearance 
between circumcised penises and 
uncircumcised penises, having seen them 
and compared them in the showers and 
lockerooms at school. To his surprise, the 
twins approached him on the subject 
months before he had planned on 
discussing it with them. One night after 
supper Daniel asked, “Dad, can Patrick 
and I talk to you in your study? We have 
something we want to ask you.” 

The three of them left the table and went 
into the study. Dr. Smith closed the door. 
“What is it boys?” he asked.

“Well”, said Daniel, “Patrick and I were 
wondering about a couple of things. First, 
we thought that since you are in charge of 
the SME approval for castration, you 
might be able to move the date up for our 
castrations so we can get it done as soon as 
possible. Lots of guys who are the same age 
as us at school are already castrated and 
some guys are even younger than us. 
Sometimes it’s really embarrassing ‘cause 
we haven’t been done yet.”

“Boys, you know I can’t do that and I’m 
surprised at you for asking. I know how 
much you’ve been looking forward to your 
castrations, but it just wouldn’t be right. 
It’s not honest and it’s not fair to others 
who have to wait their turn. Was there 
anything else?”

The twins looked a little ashamed. Patrick 
decided his twin brother Daniel had done 
enough damage and decided to do the 
talking. “Dad, a lot of the guys at school 
are circumcised, like our Lord was 
circumcised. Some of the guys were always 
like that, but some of them were 
circumcised when they were castrated and 
became Soldiers for God. We just wanted to 
know, well.....when we finally DO get 
castrated, can we get circumcised too?”

Dr. Smith was very pleased to hear this 
request, but decided not to show it. “What 
do you know about circumcision boys? Do 
you really appreciate what it represents, 
or do you just want to be circumcised 
because your friends at school are 
circumcised? If that’s the only reason you 
can give me, I’m afraid it just isn’t going 
to be good enough.”

As they often did, both the twins started to 
talk at the same moment, both saying 
exactly the same thing. They stopped 
abruptly, laughing sheepishly. Daniel 
spoke. “We’ve talked about this a lot Dad. 
We know that the old prophets were 
circumcised when they were grown up. 
Abraham made a covenant with God, and got 
circumcised to seal it.”

“Moses got circumcised too when he got 
married, and before he could do God’s work 
and lead the Children of Israel out of 
bondage in Egypt” blurted Patrick, “and 
our Lord Jesus was circumcised but when 
he was a baby like all the Hebrew 
children. Dad, we want to dedicate our 
lives to the Lord and be true Soldiers for 
God. We want to get castrated and 
circumcised too. Besides everything else, 
we think it looks better if you don’t have 
your balls, to be circumcised and not have 
a foreskin either. It looks kind of neater.”

It was obvious to Dr. Smith that his sons 
had done a good deal of thinking about the 
whole question. He smiled. “I’ll tell you 
what, I know you have homework to do, so 
you go and do that and when you’ve 
finished, brush your teeth and get into 
your pajamas and ready for bed and then 
come back and see me and we’ll talk about 
this some more. I have plenty of work to do 
and I’ll be here all night.”

The boys left the room gleefully and ran 
upstairs to do their homework. They were 
so excited that probably neither of them 
would be able to concentrate on his studies. 
At around ten o’clock there was a knock on 
the study door, the boys quietly entered 
the little room in their pyjamas and 
bedroom slippers. The last of the family 
was still getting ready for bed and the 
little ones had ceased their before bedtime 
squealing more than an hour ago. “You 
boys get yourselves a glass of milk or 
something from the kitchen. I’m going to 
go upstairs and change for bed. I’ll be back 
in a few minutes and we can talk then. I 
have a suggestion to make and I want to 
know what you think about it.”

About fifteen minutes later in bathrobe 
and bedroom slippers, Dr. Smith returned 
to the study to talk to the twins. He sat 
behind his desk and looked at the eager 
young faces waiting to find out whether or 
not he would agree to their circumcisions. 
“First of all boys, I want you to know that 
your mother and I are proud of you, and we 
think you have made good and informed 
decisions about your future. I have just 
spoken to her, and we both think that 
castration and circumcision is an excellent 
idea and we’re proud of you.” Patrick and 
Daniels’ faces lit up and they smiled 
enthusiastically at eachother. 

“As you know”, Dr. Smith continued, 
“men who have fathered families of more 
than twelve children have the legal right 
to be castrated if they wish. You are 
probably also aware than many of your 
friends’ fathers have been castrated and 
have become Soldiers for God. Your mother 
and I have discussed this, and we have 
decided that since we have more than 
twelve children, I should be castrated at 
the earliest opportunity.”

“Oh yeah! That’s great Dad! When are you 
having it done?” asked Patrick.

“Well that’s one of the things I wanted to 
discuss with you. I can either personally 
perform your circumcisions and 
castrations here at the STB clinic, and go 
later to see Dr. Williams in Booneville for 
my own castration, or all three of us can 
go to Booneville together, spend the 
weekend there, and Dave Williams can do 
all three of us. What do you think?”

The twins practically jumped out of their 
chairs for joy. Watching or assisting at 
the castration of a friend, or a member of 
your congregation or your family, was 
considered an honour - a religious 
obligation called “Kingdom Witnessing”. 

“Dad, this is INCREDIBLE! We’ll be able to 
Kingdom Witness for you.” cried Daniel. 

“We always knew we’d get to Kingdom 
Witness for eachother because we’re 
brothers,” added Patrick,  “but to witness 
for YOU Dad! I can’t believe it! When can 
we do it? I hope we don’t have to wait too 
long.”

“You have to understand that the 
castration of a full grown man is little 
more serious than castrating a Stage 3 
teenage boy. First of all, after you boys 
are castrated, your scrotums, the sack 
where you testicles used to be, will just 
naturally shrink over the months 
following your operations. The scrotum of 
an intact adult is much more developed and 
to avoid having a large flap of skin hanging 
down between his legs, many men who 
decide on castration later in life have the 
doctor remove the scrotum as well. This 
procedure is a little more complicated and 
requires skill and experience so that it is 
neat and painless, just like your 
castrations will be. Have you boys ever 
seen the penis and testicles of an adult?” 

Dr. Smith knew that they had never seen 
his genitals, and presumed that they had 
only seen those of their brothers and boys 
more or less their own age. If his sons 
were going to Kingdom Witness for him, he 
figured they had better know what it was 
all about and understand that the 
procedure was more serious. Even Dr. 
Smith had been just a little apprehensive 
when he castrated his first adult - Joe 
Rogers, one of the pillars of the 
community, who had had himself castrated 
while his own sons Kingdom Witnessed.

“How soon can we have our castrations and 
circumcisions done Dad?” asked Daniel.

“I’ll tell you what, boys,” said Dr. Smith, 
“I’ll examine you both right now, and if 
you’re ready I’ll call Dave Williams in 
Booneville tomorrow and have both of your 
names transferred to his sector. That way 
he can approve you so you won’t have to 
wait until your next SME, and I can make 
an appointment for the three of us as soon 
as Dave can fit us in. It might be in two or 
three weeks.”

“Oh thanks, Dad,” said Patrick, “I knew 
you’d find a way so we wouldn’t have to 
wait for two months”.

Bill Smith’s friend Dr. David Williams 
ran the STB clinic in the neighbouring city 
of Booneville, and not long ago Bill had 
castrated Dave in his own Booneville clinic 
less than two weeks after the birth of 
Dave’s twelfth child. He had thought that 
Dave might be able to come to Kelseyville 
and return the favour but now that the 
twins were involved, Dr. Smith thought it 
might be easier for everyone to go to 
Booneville and spend the weekend. 
Booneville was a larger city, the work load 
on Dave Williams didn’t permit him to 
take much time off, and the procedures 
that Bill Smith had in mind for himself 
and his sons would require some follow-
up. Spending the weekend with Dave and 
his family would be fun, and it would give 
both the boys and Dr. Smith a bit of a 
holiday.

“O.K., you boys get your pyjamas off, and 
hop up on the table and we’ll get this over 
with as quickly as possible.”

There was a medical examination table 
against the wall in one corner of Dr. 
Smith’s study. The study had once been his 
examination room when he first started 
his practice in Kelseyville - before he had 
been put in charge of the STB clinic. While 
the boys got out of their pyjamas, Dr. 
Smith pushed some chairs out of the way 
and rolled the table out into the middle of 
the room. 

“I think the table’s just barely wide 
enough for both of you to lie down on it if 
you squeeze just a little.”

The boys eagerly lay down next to one 
another on the table while Dr. Smith 
turned on a bright overhead medical light. 
Patrick and Daniel were identical twins, 
and lying there on the examination table 
they looked like reflections of one another. 
Dr. Smith could tell at a glance that they 
had both arrived at Stage 3, and were 
ready for their castrations. He had known 
his sons’ bodies since they were born and 
did not need to measure and compare to tell 
that they were ready. Their voices had 
already begun to crack and there were fine 
blond pubic hairs sprouting in all the 
appropriate places. He knew it, and twins 
knew it.

He took Patrick’s penis and pulled the 
foreskin back as far as it would go. The boy 
immediately got an erection. It had always 
surprised Dr. Smith how quickly teenage 
boys could become fully erect - sometimes 
only a matter of seconds. 

“Will I feel anything when my foreskin is 
cut off?” Patrick inquired.

“No, Son, nothing at all. And you won’t feel 
any pain when Dr. Williams castrates you 
either.” Still holding Patrick’s foreskin 
tight to the base of his penis with one 
hand, he took Daniel’s penis and did the 
same thing. Same reaction - immediate 
erection. The two penises were truly 
identical in every way and they were both 
ready for circumcision.

“But what about you Dad?” said Daniel, 
“If you’re so much bigger down there, 
won’t you feel any pain? Won’t it hurt at 
all.... like when they cut off your 
scrotum? Is it a lot bigger than mine and 
Patrick’s? Won’t it bleed a lot?  And what 
about when the needle wears off? Won’t it 
hurt then? I mean, like...how much skin 
really has to come off?”

Dr. Smith hesitated for a second. “O.K., 
you boys hop off the table. I’ll let you see 
exactly what is involved, at least that way 
you’ll know something about what you’re 
going to see when you Kingdom Witness.” 
The twins slid off the table - their 
erections subsided as quickly as they had 
appeared. Such arousal was common among 
boys and young men and had little to do 
with any erotic impulse. It was strictly a 
heightened nervous stress reaction.

Bill Smith kicked off his bedroom 
slippers, removed his bathrobe and tossed 
it over the back of one of the chairs. He 
wore only pyjama bottoms. The twins stood 
naked next to the examination table, not 
quite knowing what to do next. “Daniel, 
you go around and stand at the other side of 
the table opposite your brother.” Dr. 
Smith undid the tie to his pyjamas and let 
them drop to the floor. He stepped out of 
them, picked them up, folded them neatly 
and put them on the chair. He stretched out 
on the exmination table under the bright 
light, drew a deep breath, folded his hands 
behind his head, lay back and relaxed. The 
twins looked down at their father with a 
mixture of awe and natural curiosity. 

This was an important moment for Bill 
Smith, it was the beginning of a turning 
point in his life, and one which he was 
happy to be able to share with his twin 
sons. The boys had been brought up 
knowing they would be castrated when they 
were thirteen or fourteen years old and 
had reached Stage 3 of sexual maturity. 
Boys their age not only expected castration 
but lived for the day they would be allowed 
to submit to it. Dr. Smith’s generation, 
however, had not been brought up 
respecting the significance and solemnity, 
the BEAUTY of becoming a eunuch in the 
Army of the Lord - a Soldier for God. This 
had to be learned and appreciated. Lying 
there on the table under the gaze of his 
sons, Dr. Smith was able to feel the 
spiritual zeal and enthusiasm of the young 
men. The burning desire to be castrated 
that they shared with others of their 
generation seemed to communicate itself, 
and he found himself sharing the boys’ 
passion and longing to become ‘eunuchs for 
the Kingdom of Heaven’s sake’. Being able 
to share the experience with them and 
have them Kingdom Witness for him, only 
heightened his awareness of the 
importance and sacredness of the sacrifice. 

“Dad!” Patrick suddenly exclaimed. 
“You’re not circumcised! How come? Are 
you going to get circumcised with us when 
we get castrated?”

Bill Smith was slightly taken aback. He 
hadn’t thought about his own 
circumcision, although he had performed 
many hundreds of them. He lifted his head 
slightly and looked down at his penis. It 
was flopped to one side with its ample 
foreskin lying heavily against his thigh. 
The full bag of his testicles hung loosely 
below a thick bush of dark brown hair. 
Compared to his sons, his genitals seemed 
huge and overgrown. He looked at the thick 
tube of limp foreskin.

“I don’t know.....” he said awkwardly, “I 
hadn’t thought about it..... I don’t know.”

“But Dad,” said Daniel, “you HAVE to get 
circumcised. We want to be like you, and 
we want YOU to be like US. If we get 
circumcised you should get circumcised 
too. It won’t be the same if you don’t. 
Please Dad!”

“Boys, a well developped, full grown 
foreskin is a surprisingly large piece of 
flesh. You see, it’s even bigger than it 
seems when you look at it, becdause it’s a 
double fold. If you skin it back, you’ll see 
what I mean.” The twins stood motionless. 
“It’s O.K., don’t be embarrassed, you’ll 
see what I mean.”

Daniel took his father’s penis with the full 
grasp of his hand and skinned it right 
back, revealing the pinkish-red glans and 
the large meatus which would have been 
big enough to accommodate the little finger 
of one of his sons. “It’s very loose and 
there’s a lot of skin and veins.” said 
Daniel. He pulled the foreskin back up 
over the glans. “Here Pat, you try it.”

Patrick took the penis in his hand and 
firmly pulled the foreskin back, pushing 
his hand into the thick brown bush of 
pubic hair. “Yeah, I see what you mean. 
But does that mean you can’t get 
circumcised?”

“No, it doesn’t,” explained Dr. Smith, “it 
just means it’s a bit more complicated. 
Among other things, the recovery period 
will be a couple of days longer.”

“But Dad, that’s nothing.” said Patrick. He 
looked at his brother for a second. “Dan 
and I both think you should do it. What 
other problem could there be? Please Dad. 
Please say you’ll do it with us.”

“Well first of all there’s a lot of driving 
to Booneville - about four hours there and 
back. It’s driving back that could be a 
problem. I’ll have to take some painkillers 
for a few days, and I don’t want to drive if 
I’m taking medication. I probably won’t 
have to take anything for my castration. 
I’ll be able to put up with the minor 
discomfort. But if I’m circumcised too, 
I’m almost certainly going to have to take 
something for pain. I don’t know......”

“But Dad,” added Daniel, “why not take 
James along. He can drive back, and he 
knows all about the surgery. He’s a Soldier 
for God. Besides, we really like him.”

James was Dr. Smith’s assistant at the 
STB clinic - and an excellent assistant he 
was too. He was bright, loyal and a truly 
good, God-fearing Christian. James had 
been castrated at the age of fourteen, just 
after the implementation of the provisions 
of the first STB Laws, and considered it a 
privilege to be able to assist in the 
educating, prepping and castration of the 
hundreds of Kelseyville boys who passed 
through the clinic. He was also familiar 
with the procedure and prepping for an 
adult C&C (the clinical name for 
‘castration and circumcision’).

“Does it really mean that much to you 
boys to have the three of us castrated and 
circumcised at the same time?” Bill 
Smith asked.

Without hesitation, the twins replied in 
unison - “Yes!”

“Alright, if it’s that important to you, 
we’ll do it together and I’ll talk to James 
about coming with us.” Bill Smith dropped 
his head back again and drew another deep 
breath. James was not just an assistant at 
the clinic, he was a family friend as well 
and was God Father to the two youngest 
children of the Smith family - both of 
them boys who James would probably one 
day assist in castrating. Dr. Smith smiled. 
He couldn’t help thinking that James would 
most likely get a vicarious pleasure out of 
assisting Dave Williams in cutting his 
employer’s balls, scrotum and foreskin 
off. One good thing about taking James 
along - the prepping procedure for an 
adult C&C was not the simple check-in/
check-out routine that it was for Stage 3 
boys. It was more complex and required 
that the patient be properly shaved and the 
same protocol be followed as for hospital 
surgery. Having James there would 
probably save time in the long run, and be 
less of a demand on Dave Williams’ staff. 

Bill Smith lifted his head and looked down 
at his genitals. The twins were staring 
intently at them, as if they were watching 
some new and sacred thing. “If you take 
the skin of the scrotum and stretch it out, 
you’ll get some idea of why it is not a 
simple thing to remove it.” he said.

The boys, one on each side, very delicately 
lifted the sack. Dr. Smith laughed. “You 
don’t have to act like they’re made out of 
porcelain. Be firm. Don’t worry, they 
won’t break!”

The twins giggled self-consciously, and 
gripping the scrotum they pulled the skin 
down hard, revealing how surprisingly big 
the sack was when stretched out. “You can 
see how much skin there would be if the 
scrotum were removed and then opened out 
into a flat sheet.” said Dr. Smith. “There’s 
a muscle under the skin called the ‘dartos 
muscle’ that actually pulls the scrotum up 
and makes it shrink. That’s why 
sometimes your testicles hang down 
loosely and sometimes they pull up and 
practically disappear. That’s normal. It’s 
also the reason why the doctor or his 
assistant will massage the sack for a few 
minutes just before you’re castrated. It’s 
to relax the dartos, which makes the 
incision easier, smaller, and brings the 
testicles down so they can be easily 
removed once the scrotum is open.”

“Some of the guys at school who’ve been 
castrated told us about that.” said Patrick. 
“They said that James rubbed their sacks 
before giving them a shot for pain, and told 
them it was to relax them.”

Dr. Smith smiled at the irony. He who had 
examined and castrated so many boys, was 
now being examined by boys and was soon 
to be castrated while boys witnessed. It 
seemed right somehow.

“Dad,” said Daniel inquisitively, “what do 
they do with your balls once they’ve been 
taken out?”

“We measure and weigh everything that is 
removed, and then we incinerate all human 
tissue.” Dr. Smith explained. “Before the 
STB laws and Christian anti-cloning 
legislation, human tissue was used for 
medical research, drugs, all sorts of 
things. But that’s against the law now, and 
all human cells are considered sacred and 
must be properly disposed of. That goes for 
testicles, scrotums, foreskins, and 
anything else that is removed during 
castration or any other kind of surgery.” 

The twins looked at eachother quizically. 
“What else IS there to remove during a 
castration?” asked Patrick.

Dr. Smith realized that although the boys 
had been educated at school and in church 
about standard STB castration procedures, 
they were unaware of some of the more 
complicated procedures that men could opt 
for. “You see boys, some very religious 
men who want to consecrate their lives and 
dedicate themselves to God, have more than 
just their testicles and scrotums cut off. 
They ask to have their penises and 
sometimes their prostates removed as 
well. It’s rare here in Kelseyville, but it 
is done frequently in bigger cities.”

The twins looked surprised by this 
revelation. “What’s a ‘prostrate’” asked 
Daniel.

“That’s ‘prosTATE’ not ‘prosTRATE’ 
Daniel. It’s part of the anatomy of the 
genitals of men, but it’s on the inside and 
not the outside.” Dr. Smith explained, 
slightly amused by the common mistake in 
pronunciation that Daniel had made.

“Where is it? Can we see it?” asked 
Patrick.

“Looking at it or examining it is sort of 
complicated, but I’ll tell you what,” said 
Dr. Smith, “when we’re in Booneville 
seeing Dr. Williams, we’ll ask him about 
it and maybe he’ll show you. O.K.?”

The twins smiled excitedly.

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The doorbell rang. Dr. Smith looked at the 
clock beside the bed - it was almost seven 
o’clock. He had been lying in bed thinking 
back about all that had happened in the last 
few weeks for nearly an hour. He could 
hear his wife downstairs go to the door, 
followed by the twins charging through the 
dining room like a heard of elephants! The 
boys knew who it was. It had been arranged 
for weeks that Dr. Smith’s STB clinic 
assistant James would be coming along to 
Booneville to help with the driving and to 
aid Dr. Williams with the castrations that 
were to be done that afternoon. 

Dr. Smith could hear James and the boys 
talking in the hall, then heard James 
coming quietly upstairs. There was a 
gentle knock at the bedroom door, James 
opened it, stepped into the room and closed 
the door behind him.

 “Dr. Smith......Dr. Smith, are you awake, 
Sir?”

“Good morning, James.” Bill Smith 
answered in the half-light. “Yeah, I’m 
awake alright. The twins have been up 
since six waiting for you to get here. 
They’re so excited about their castrations 
I doubt that they slept at all last night.”

“Well, I guess it’s a pretty big day for 
them. Like most kids their age, they’ve 
been looking forward to this day for a long 
time. I guess it’s a pretty big day for you 
too, Sir”.

“That it is James.....that it is.” said Dr. 
Smith casually.

All the arrangements had been made for 
Dr. Smith, James and the twins to drive to 
Booneville for the weekend. They would be 
staying with Dave Williams, and since it 
was a long weekend and Monday was a 
holiday, they would drive back late Monday 
or early Tuesday morning. STB clinics 
were generally not open on weekends, so 
they would have the whole Booneville 
facility to themselves without a lot of 
coming and going. Everyone had thought 
that since the procedures included more 
than simple castration, it would be a good 
idea to have an extra day to relax. Besides, 
this way Dr. Williams could keep an eye on 
his patients in the unlikely event that 
there were any complications. Dave 
Williams was an excellent surgeon and 
Bill Smith had complete confidence in him.

“The car’s all gassed and ready to go, 
Sir,...... that is....whenever you’re ready.” 
said James. “I thought you might like to 
just enjoy the day with the boys, so I’ll 
drive if you like. Also, when we get to 
Booneville, I think it would be a good idea 
to drop the twins off right way at Dr. 
Williams’ house so you and I can go right 
to the clinic and get started with your 
prepping. It’s going to take a while. Dr. 
Williams wants to do the castrations 
around two o’clock, just after lunch, so he 
can bring the boys with him when he 
comes to the clinic.”

James obviously had the entire day 
planned down to the last detail. He was as 
excited about today as the twins! “Oh, one 
other thing, Sir,” added James, “don’t 
worry too much about shaving and 
showering and all that, you’ll have to 
shower again at the clinic later. Also, you 
shouldn’t have much to eat for breakfast 
this morning.”

“James, you know, sometimes I think you 
forget I’m a doctor. You forget who you’re 
talking to. I know I’m not supposed to eat a 
big breakfast.” said Bill Smith.

“Sorry, Doctor.” James stepped toward 
the door.

“James, one other thing.” said Dr. Smith.

“Yes, Sir?”

“Thanks........” Dr Smith paused, “I know I 
don’t praise you much, and sometimes I’m 
not the easiest person to get along with, 
but I really appreciate all the 
arrangements you’ve made and I’m glad 
you’re coming along to share this day with 
us. I know the twins are two.”

The two men let a few seconds pass in 
silence. James didn’t receive much praise 
from his boss, who took excellence and 
dedication as a ‘given’, but it made it just 
that much more significant when Dr. 
Smith DID let him know how much he was 
appreciated.

“Dr. Smith, I nearly forgot, will you want 
a reader for the clinic? And will the boys 
be Keyholding?”

“For the love of Heaven, James!” 
exclaimed Dr. Smith. “A reader! We’re 
Christians, but we’re not THAT 
conservative. As for Keyholding, the boys 
wouldn’t even know what that was.”

“Excuse me, Doctor,” James protested, 
“but you’re wrong, Sir. The twins DO 
know about Keyholding, and THEY are the 
ones who a