The Dad's Club

By C.S. Lincoln

Clive Olsens a well-respected Obstetrician, feels he knows everything about women. Its not until his wife becomes pregnant, that he realizes he doesnt know anything. So he does what any first time dad does, he goes to a more experienced man for advice. He goes to his longtime friend Keith.
Clive thinks Keith might have some answers to his questions because hes married and has two kids. He thinks Keith would be an ideal choice for guidance. But theres a problem. Keiths somewhat of a jerk and turns out to be no help at all. So he finds himself alone again to face his situation.
Clive begins to feel hope for his situation, when he gets news of an expert name Philippe. He soon learns theres no expert or amount of training that can prepare him for The Dads Club.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Jun 20, 2012
• ISBN: 9781477216583

C.S. Lincoln

C.S. Lincoln was born and raised in Chicago, Illinois. He’s one of six children born to Gary Lincoln (retired police officer) and Sonja Arline. He dreams of becoming a civil rights attorney and opening numerous youth centers where children of all backgrounds can come and realize their true potentials. He’s a firm believer of “it’s not where you come from that determines your future, but where you want to go.” He’s currently writing his first children’s book, What If. A book that he hopes will inspire children to always push for their dreams.

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The Dad’s

Club

C.S. LINCOLN

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Published by AuthorHouse 06/13/2012

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Contents

Acknowledgement

Acknowledgement

I would like to thank my father God first and foremost,

for his love and mercy.

To my son CJ, I Love You!

Clive Olsen is an award-winning Obstetrician and renowned doctor who is loved by his friends and the medical community. Other Obstetricians strive to be like Clive due to his diligence and pride in his profession. He has been said to look like Neil Patrick Harris, if Neil Patrick Harris was still on Doogie Houser and if he was not so cool. Clive is in his late thirties and married to a beautiful woman named Wendy. They have no children together, it is just them.

Similar to her husband, Wendy also works in the medical field as a registered nurse. The two met while Clive was completing his residency. He felt as though he had stumbled upon an Angel, well that’s the story he told everyone at the time. Wendy and Clive began dating not too long after their initial meeting. Clive gave chase for about two months, Wendy ran for two months and some time after Clive’s graduation from Medical school, the two married. Clive accomplished his goals of obtaining the only job he ever wanted to do and marrying the woman of his dreams. He felt like he achieved nirvana. His life was looking on the ‘up and up’. He had the opportunity to see life come in the world, he had his ‘angel’, and as a plus, he got to look at pussy all day. Men often look at Clive and think, he has a damn good life, but they would be so far from the truth.

Not long after his marriage to Wendy, he realized that having the knowledge of women’s anatomy surely didn’t make you an expert on women. Clive is what some referred to as too nice. Most people would take that in the wrong way. In life we are taught to be courteous, kind, and polite. However, we’re also taught not to let anyone walk over us. Usually to a man that’s a problem because that trait causes men to take on a role which is unbecoming of a dominant male. Clive tends to let people (mostly women) walk over him. He will have to learn that in order to get respect, you must demand it! If not, he will never get a grip on his relationships. The truth is, Clive’s a pus . . .

Hey pussy, are you going to stare at it all day? asked Ms. Williams in an undermining tone.

The room she was in was decorated with all-white walls and littered with posters and instruments that were typical of a clinic. She sat on the examining table with her legs propped open and glared at Clive from between the stirrups.

I know what you are, you’re one of those pervert doctors aren’t you? Humph, you aren’t getting any of my cookies, scoffed Ms. Williams. I need you to hurry up with your boney ass and finish my check-up so I can get the hell outta here.

Clive stood in front of Ms. Williams with all her glory showing, staring at the walls with a blank stare. He was known to go into his daydreaming states to escape from hostile environments. It was a defense mechanism he would deploy to avoid direct confrontations with people.

He shook his head as to regain consciousness from his trance. He walked over to the old sink in the corner and took a sip from one of the spit cups. He picked back up his medical tools with his skinny hand and quickly checked Ms. Williams.

Everything looks fine. The baby looks healthy and the pregnancy is going as planned, he advised Ms. Williams.

Okay, okay, I’m getting the fuck outta here, Ms. Williams snapped, as she quickly pulled her pants up over her big brown thighs and hurried to leave Clive’s office. She pushed the door open with such force it almost hit the frail old lady who was passing in the face. Ms. Williams rushed into the waiting area of the clinic to grab her coat, yelling and ranting about Clive to the others in the Clinic.

Every time I come here he gets creepier and creepier! Her ranting caused the entire clinic to take notice; doctors and patients came out of the rooms to see what all the fuss was about.

Clive peeped his head out of the examining room because he was too nervous to get any closer