It was dark outside, Dale was just 8 years old and in the second grade. A slightly troubled young man, he was sometimes a happy child. He was already learning to appear happy even when he wasnt. Dale and his sister sat for hours making mud pies, building roads with his toy trucks, playing school.
He had just started school for that year and felt like the big brother that had to show sis what school was like. Him and Lori spent entire evenings in the back yard with these activities because the more time they spent out of the house, the less trouble they got in to inside of the house.
Usually.
Dale and his sister Lori got along pretty good most of the time. The usual brother and sister problems occasionally popped up. Little tiffs here and there but still just as close as a brother and sister can ever be. They always stood by each other when threatened by the neighborhood bullies. They would comfort one another when ever they were punished.
In those days, Dale and Lori took their baths in the kitchen sink. They lived in an old two story house that lacked on plumbing. Their father Ron was working on it though. The kitchen sink water worked. The bath tub and toilet downstairs in the basement hadn't been installed yet but at least they had a tub now. Water was supplied by a cistern out back and the toilet currently in use was actually an old out house two seater located within the garage behind the house. Dale and Lori never could understand why there were two seats in there. They only knew that the garage had a wooden floor and when they needed to use the toilet, they had to stomp on the wooden floor as they walked in order to scare the rats away.
Lori fell asleep early. It had been a pretty exciting day. Dale was parking his bicycle out front by his usual "tree" parking spot when he noticed that the rock where he usually parked his front tire had a head.
Yes, the biggest turtle he had ever seen was in front of him all along. He was an avid hunter of box turtles. He loved finding them, he loved feeding them and generally loved having them around. This turtle was much different.
It's shell was flatter than usual with lots of pointy bumps on the back of it. It's head was rather large and it's mouth was open and rather formidable looking. Dale called out to his mom who immediately freaked out and got Uncle Barry next door to come and get it.
Uncle Barry did just that. Uncle Barry also loved turtles and this was his specialty and also his favorite. A big mud turtle (snapper) was soon to become soup.
The baby sitter, a close family member had arrived during the ruckous as Dales parents were going out for the night. Darkness was beginning to fall and the day was winding down.
Dale and Lori's parents had left and Fran (the babysitter) was making sure that Dale was getting his bath in the kitchen sink.
Dale was enjoying his bath. Sure he fussed when it was time to
wash off the day's filth, but he liked it because whenever he grabbed the faucet and the light switch at the same time (yes, the light switch was located over the sink), it would shock him, and that tickled.
Fran came in after checkin on Lori and retrieved Dale out of his make-shift tub. She got him to stand up and rinsed him off ever so gingerly. Pouring cup after cup of nice, warm water, Dale watched as the soap suds slithered down his body into the water. Fran poured ever so slowly over his genitals as he became erect.
Dale didn't know why he became erect, he only knew that he enjoyed the feeling of the warm water pouring over him and the warm and secure feeling he felt as she held him and caressed him.
Fran gently wrapped the towel around Dale's little body and carried him across the floor next to the table. The table was one of those old oval shaped tables with a marble design laminated onto it's surface and a silver metal trim around the edge. It also had a crack that ran across the middle of the table as he enjoyed it whenever his mom and dad added the center leaf whenever they had company.
Fran sat Dale down on another towel she had lain in the floor so that he could lay down on the towel without touching any of the floor. She went to the refrigerator and removed a plate with a leftover hambone on it wrapped in tin foil and sat it on the table.
Fran was telling Dale the story about Hansel and Gretal as she picked up the ham bone and started rubbing it with her hands, gently stroking up and down. She knelt down to Dale, took his hands and began rubbing Dale's hands all over the ham bone with her.
Her hands left the hambone and she began rubbing Dale's chest, then around his nipples and softly up and down his torso. He enjoyed the sensations although he had no clue why all of this felt funny to him. Maybe strange, he was only eight years old and in those days, kids knew nothing and were protected from knowing about such things as sexual overtones or other things.
Dale's mom always told him, "When taking a bath you was down as far as possible, then you wash up as far as possible. Then you was possible." He knew within his mind that there was something special about "possible," he just didn't know what that was.
Fran eventually worked her way down to possible and stayed there a while before removing her blue jeans. She straddled over self over possible and began rocking. He didn't know what it was about. She rocked for a short time and then got up and reclothed.
Fran walked over to the sink and ran a fresh sink of water where she gingerly bathed him again as she sang "The itsy-bitsy spider ... "
Dale was thirty nine years old before he ever told anyone what had happened to him. He'll no doubt be spending the next thirty nine still trying to forget it ever happened. Through the years, he subconsciously believed that getting excited was in some way of doing something wrong. He wasn't sure why, he just felt that since "possible" was something you don't mention to anyone, then "possible" must have been something really bad. Since Fran enjoyed rubbing ham all over it, it must have been rubbed there to hide the shame. Although he was too young to understand what had happened, he knew it wasn't right and locked it away.
Still no closure, still no retribution, he spends most of his life avoiding confrontation and has had a life always trying to acquire that which has avoided him for so long, true self confidence.
He had just started school for that year and felt like the big brother that had to show sis what school was like. Him and Lori spent entire evenings in the back yard with these activities because the more time they spent out of the house, the less trouble they got in to inside of the house.
Usually.
Dale and his sister Lori got along pretty good most of the time. The usual brother and sister problems occasionally popped up. Little tiffs here and there but still just as close as a brother and sister can ever be. They always stood by each other when threatened by the neighborhood bullies. They would comfort one another when ever they were punished.
In those days, Dale and Lori took their baths in the kitchen sink. They lived in an old two story house that lacked on plumbing. Their father Ron was working on it though. The kitchen sink water worked. The bath tub and toilet downstairs in the basement hadn't been installed yet but at least they had a tub now. Water was supplied by a cistern out back and the toilet currently in use was actually an old out house two seater located within the garage behind the house. Dale and Lori never could understand why there were two seats in there. They only knew that the garage had a wooden floor and when they needed to use the toilet, they had to stomp on the wooden floor as they walked in order to scare the rats away.
Lori fell asleep early. It had been a pretty exciting day. Dale was parking his bicycle out front by his usual "tree" parking spot when he noticed that the rock where he usually parked his front tire had a head.
Yes, the biggest turtle he had ever seen was in front of him all along. He was an avid hunter of box turtles. He loved finding them, he loved feeding them and generally loved having them around. This turtle was much different.
It's shell was flatter than usual with lots of pointy bumps on the back of it. It's head was rather large and it's mouth was open and rather formidable looking. Dale called out to his mom who immediately freaked out and got Uncle Barry next door to come and get it.
Uncle Barry did just that. Uncle Barry also loved turtles and this was his specialty and also his favorite. A big mud turtle (snapper) was soon to become soup.
The baby sitter, a close family member had arrived during the ruckous as Dales parents were going out for the night. Darkness was beginning to fall and the day was winding down.
Dale and Lori's parents had left and Fran (the babysitter) was making sure that Dale was getting his bath in the kitchen sink.
Dale was enjoying his bath. Sure he fussed when it was time to
wash off the day's filth, but he liked it because whenever he grabbed the faucet and the light switch at the same time (yes, the light switch was located over the sink), it would shock him, and that tickled.
Fran came in after checkin on Lori and retrieved Dale out of his make-shift tub. She got him to stand up and rinsed him off ever so gingerly. Pouring cup after cup of nice, warm water, Dale watched as the soap suds slithered down his body into the water. Fran poured ever so slowly over his genitals as he became erect.
Dale didn't know why he became erect, he only knew that he enjoyed the feeling of the warm water pouring over him and the warm and secure feeling he felt as she held him and caressed him.
Fran gently wrapped the towel around Dale's little body and carried him across the floor next to the table. The table was one of those old oval shaped tables with a marble design laminated onto it's surface and a silver metal trim around the edge. It also had a crack that ran across the middle of the table as he enjoyed it whenever his mom and dad added the center leaf whenever they had company.
Fran sat Dale down on another towel she had lain in the floor so that he could lay down on the towel without touching any of the floor. She went to the refrigerator and removed a plate with a leftover hambone on it wrapped in tin foil and sat it on the table.
Fran was telling Dale the story about Hansel and Gretal as she picked up the ham bone and started rubbing it with her hands, gently stroking up and down. She knelt down to Dale, took his hands and began rubbing Dale's hands all over the ham bone with her.
Her hands left the hambone and she began rubbing Dale's chest, then around his nipples and softly up and down his torso. He enjoyed the sensations although he had no clue why all of this felt funny to him. Maybe strange, he was only eight years old and in those days, kids knew nothing and were protected from knowing about such things as sexual overtones or other things.
Dale's mom always told him, "When taking a bath you was down as far as possible, then you wash up as far as possible. Then you was possible." He knew within his mind that there was something special about "possible," he just didn't know what that was.
Fran eventually worked her way down to possible and stayed there a while before removing her blue jeans. She straddled over self over possible and began rocking. He didn't know what it was about. She rocked for a short time and then got up and reclothed.
Fran walked over to the sink and ran a fresh sink of water where she gingerly bathed him again as she sang "The itsy-bitsy spider ... "
Dale was thirty nine years old before he ever told anyone what had happened to him. He'll no doubt be spending the next thirty nine still trying to forget it ever happened. Through the years, he subconsciously believed that getting excited was in some way of doing something wrong. He wasn't sure why, he just felt that since "possible" was something you don't mention to anyone, then "possible" must have been something really bad. Since Fran enjoyed rubbing ham all over it, it must have been rubbed there to hide the shame. Although he was too young to understand what had happened, he knew it wasn't right and locked it away.
Still no closure, still no retribution, he spends most of his life avoiding confrontation and has had a life always trying to acquire that which has avoided him for so long, true self confidence.
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