What Do I Do Now, Mom?
by: E Walk
(© 2010 by the Author)
 

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Chapter 1 

Power Nap

When I got home from school, I went to take care of the animals.  How can I manage this farm by myself and still teach, now that Ron is gone?  I took care of the chores which included milking the cows.  I was exhausted when I finished.  I had not only gotten up at five o’clock to take care of the farm before I went to school, but the kids were awful today.

I needed to eat something but I was too pooped so I plopped down in the recliner to rest before I fixed dinner.  I must have fallen asleep because I was awakened by the phone.

Fortunately the phone was by my chair, so I didn’t have to move, “This is Hank, how can I help you?”

“Henry, it’s your mother.  Are you watching television?  Some of your former students are going to be on the Local Idol show.”

“Mom, that show is such a fake.  The contestants are all phonies.”

“Hank, shut up and turn the television on to channel 7.  You can’t live in the past forever.”

“Yes, Mom, I’ll turn the television on.”

Thank goodness the phone went dead.  I reached over to pick up the remote control.  Thank goodness I didn’t have to move to reach it.  I turned the television on and flipped to channel seven, just in time to hear the host announce, “The next contestants are Billy and Bobby, and their Dad, Randy Taylor.  Let’s see what they will be performing for us today.

The trio sang ’We’re a Little Bit Country’. They did a credible job.

I had had both Billy and Bobby in my kindergarten class.  I had never met their father, because their mother had always been the parent to come to conferences.  I remembered that their mother had died about the same time as my Ron.

The silly show ended and the Turners were awarded the second place prize.  They were beaten out by a buxom broad who was known as the town whore.  She was probably blackmailing the judges, especially the two males.

I turned off the television set thinking, ‘Now I remember why I hate television’.  I got up and went to fix something to eat, even though I wasn’t hungry.  I pulled a meal that my mother had made, out the freezer and heated it.  I didn’t even bother to wash the dishes.  I piled them in the sink, thinking that I would take care of them tomorrow.

I took a quick shower and fell into bed.  I lay there thinking that Taylor guy sure was good looking.  I wonder what he's packing inside his jeans.  On television, he seemed to be well endowed.  ‘Ron, forgive me.  I’m still young.  I can’t go through life without ever having sex again.  It’s been two years since you had your accident’.

I guess you want to know who I am.  Henry Harrison Adler is my name.  I‘m a teacher, as you have probably already guessed and I teach kindergarten in the local school district.  I stand six one and weigh a 175 pounds.  I’m gay, and I met my deceased partner while we were in college.  We had been together for ten years when he had his accident.

Okay, so I’m a whopping old man at the ripe old age of 32.  I have blond hair with a hint of red in it and it has a natural wave.  My eyes are a very pale blue. 

Ron was built about the same as me but he had black hair and green eyes.  He was a little slimmer than me. That’s all I’m going to say about him because he has gone to a better place.  This story is not about him.  

I was awakened by the alarm at four thirty. I hit the alarm and swore at it. I wanted to throw it out the unopened window but decided I didn’t have time to buy a new alarm clock or replace a broken window.

I went and did the chores around the farm that needed to be done thinking that, ‘Thank God it’s Friday’.  After the chores, I took a shower and had two fried eggs and two pieces of bacon before I piled the dishes in the sink again because I had the stupid morning duty at school to make sure that the children got into the school safely.  I guess I had pissed the principal off when I told him that I didn’t think he cared about the children’s well being.  Maybe he was getting back at me for refusing to go to bed with him.

I was at my appointed station, welcoming the boys and girls.  I knew most of them by name because I had many of them in my class.  It was almost time for the tardy bell to ring when Mr. Taylor and his two sons came walking up the sidewalk.  He leaned down and I heard him say, “Billy and Bobby, tell the people that you need to charge your lunch today.  I’ll see if I can find a job, so we can eat tonight.  I’ll see you after school.”

I watched as a dejected man walked away from the two boys.  I wanted to yell at him and offer to help him but the tardy bell rang, and I knew that I had better be in my classroom when the children arrived from the multi purpose room where they lined up in the morning.  It was as if they were little wooden soldiers when they came into the room.  I thought to myself, ‘Why is it so important that the children be so quiet when no one is in their classrooms yet.  Let them get their chattiness out before we begin to try and teach them’.

The day went by quickly and I did my lesson plans for the last week of school and made sure that I had everything ready, so I wouldn’t need to come in to work over the Memorial Day weekend.  I put my report cards in my briefcase to do at home over the long weekend.  I looked at the clock; it was four o’clock as I was walking out of the classroom.  

As I was walking down the hall, there seemed to be no one in the building.  Even the office was dark.  When I went out the front door, Billy and Bobby Taylor were sitting on the bench next to the door.  I walked over to them, “Hi guys.  Are you still waiting for your Dad?”

Billy, the older of the two answered, “Hi Mr. Adler.  Daddy usually isn’t this late.  He musta got a job.”

“Have you tried to call him at home?”

Bobby, who was a third grader, answered, “We don’t got a home no more.  We live in an old hotel.”

I wasn’t liking what I was hearing.  I couldn’t leave the boys here by themselves, but what I could do because I needed to get home and take care of the animals?

Billy looked down the street, “I think that’s Daddy now.  But he seems to be walking all over the place.”

“Guys, stay here. I’ll go help your Dad.  Here, hold my briefcase for me.”

I rushed to the man and he definitely was weaving and I could understand why when I got to him.  He smelled like a brewery.  He was mumbling, “Gotta get boys.”

I put my arm around his waist to keep him from falling, “Here Mr. Taylor, let me help you.  I’ll take you to your sons.”

As we were walking up the sidewalk to where the boys were now standing, I was trying to decide what to do with the Taylors.  I decided to take them home because it was obvious that Mr. Taylor was in no condition to take care of the boys. 

As we approached the boys, I pulled the keys to the car out  of my pocket and unlocked the car doors.  “Billy and Bobby, go open the front passenger door to my car for me while I help your Daddy.  You two get in the back seat and fasten your seatbelts.”

Billy asked, “Mr. Adler, which car is yours?”

“Sorry, Billy.  My car is the white one.”

Mr. Taylor was getting heavy but I finally managed to get him strapped into the passenger seat.  He was still mumbling, “Gotta get boys.”

Bobby tried to talk to his Dad, “Daddy, we’re right here.”

He continued to mutter even after both boys tried to reassure him that they were in the car.  I looked at the guys, “I think your Dad doesn’t feel very good right now.  I think I’ll take you to my home and put him in bed until he’s feeling better.  We’ll get something to eat for supper after I take care of the animals.”

We pulled up at the trailer where I was living temporarily since we had started to remodel the house just before Ron’s accident.  I was hoping that I could get the remodeling finished over the summer so I could be back in the main house by the start of school in the fall.

It was a struggle getting a non-responsive body out of the car and up the steps of the trailer.  I finally took him to my bedroom and lay him on the bed.  I went to get the two bewildered boys a snack,  “Guys, put your backpacks in the bedroom at the end of the hall while I get you a snack.” 

I poured two glasses of milk and opened a package of cookies and gave them each two when they returned, “I’m going to go change clothes before we go to take care of the animals.”

I went to the room where Mr. Taylor was lying on the bed.  I quickly changed into my old clothes and decided that I should probably get Mr. Taylor undressed.  That was quite a chore.  The shoes and socks were no problem, but getting the clothes off a lifeless form was like peeling paint from a house.  Mr. Taylor was certainly built nicely from the waist up.  I was finally able to get his trousers off and the estimation that I had made about him being well endowed when I saw him on television proved to be correct.

I was just about to leave the room when he turned on his side and that’s when I saw something that made me cringe.  On the rear of his briefs were red marks.  I peeled the briefs down as gently as I could because I had the feeling that what I was seeing was blood.

Sure enough, that’s what it was.  I went to the bathroom to get a wash cloth.  After I ran the warm water to get it wet, I washed Mr. Taylors butt area where I could and he was moaning, “Please don’t hurt me again!”

I covered his naked body with a sheet and went to the eating area where Billy and Bobby were doing the dishes. My first thought was, ‘These boys are going to think  I’m a slob.’  “Guys, I’ll take care of them later.  Why don’t you come help me take care of the animals?’

“Mr. Adler, we don’t mind doing the dishes.  We used to do them all the time after Mommy died while we still had a house.  Bobby, why don’t you go help Mr. Adler and I’ll be there as soon as I finish.  Mr. Adler, I’ll just leave the dishes on the counter since I don’t know where they go.”

“Thanks, Billy.  Let’s go Mr. Bobby Taylor.  You are about to get a lesson on how to milk a cow.”

Bobby looked at me, “They won’t bite me will they, Mr. Adler?”

I don’t know why I answered as I did. “Not unless you bite them first.”

I opened the stable and the cows came in and went right to their stalls.  When the last of them were in place, I flipped the locking device to close the stanchions.  I showed Bobby how to feed the cows and he was having a great time reading the cows names as he fed them.  When he finished, he came to watch as I hooked the milking device the cows.  He had a myriad of questions as to how things worked.

When Billy joined us, Bobby took him to see the cows names.  When the two guys returned to where I was finishing up the milking, Bobby asked, “Mr. Adler, did you name the cows?”

“I named some of them and my former partner named some.”

Billy asked, “What happened to your partner?  Was she killed in a car accident like our Mother?”

I decided to be honest, “Yes, he was killed in a car accident about the same time as your mother.”

After we put the cows in the pasture, we went to feed the pigs which were in the pigpen.  Bobby decided that he could do that by himself, after the I showed the guys what to do.

Next were the two steers and Billy decided that he could handle taking care of them.

The last thing we had to do was feed the chickens, and gather the eggs. The guys were watching as I was gathering the eggs, Billy started laughing, “Now I see why you wear long sleeves when you gather the eggs.  You're afraid the chickens might bite you because they don’t want you to take their eggs.  What do you do with the milk and the eggs?”

“A truck will come by tomorrow and take the milk, and I will need to wash and sterilize the tank before I do the milking tomorrow night.”

Bobby started to say something but stopped and asked, “Do you eat all of the eggs?”

“No, I eat some, give some to my parents and sell whatever are left over.”

As we were walking to the trailer, I informed the guys, “I’ll show you guys how to clean the eggs and put them in containers.  You two can do that while I fix dinner.  Would spaghetti and meatballs be okay with you?”

Bobby looked at me, “That would be great da … I mean Mr. Adler.  Could we have a salad too?”

I showed the boys how to clean the eggs and went to change clothes.  I tried to be quiet, as I pulled out a pair of Bermuda shorts and a tee shirt.  Mr. Taylor was lying there naked and his penis was on display for all to see.  The sheet was all tangled up; I tried to straighten it and to cover him but he obviously had been tossing and turning.

I had some frozen spaghetti sauce with meatballs, that my mother had made, in the freezer.  I swear that woman must think I’m a complete idiot when it comes to cooking.  I pulled it out and put it in a sauce pan and turned it on so it could defrost while I fixed the bread and a salad and the spaghetti noodles.

The two boys came in and each of them were carrying two dozen eggs.  Billy asked, “Mr. Adler, where should we put these?”

“Guys, put them on the counter for now.  I’ll show where to put them after we eat.  Please go wash your hands before we eat.”

The two boys complied with my requests, and by the time they returned, the food was almost ready.  “Guys, please set the table for the three of us, and get the Parmesan cheese out of the refrigerator.”

Bobby asked “Isn’t Daddy going to eat with us?”

Before I could answer, Billy responded, “Bobby, Daddy was so drunk that he probably won’t wake up until morning.  Remember how he was when Mommy died and when he lost his job.  Something must have happened today that made him feel really bad.  I don’t remember him being this bad before.”

After dinner which the boys devoured, the two boys helped with the dishes.  Billy told me that I was to put the dishes where they belonged after Bobby dried them.  Now I’m not even the master of  my own home.

When we finished the dishes, I took the boys to the house and had them put the eggs that they had cleaned into the refrigerator that was located there.  Both boys had questions.

Billy started, “Mr. Adler, why don’t you live here instead of in the trailer?”

“Billy, the plumbing hasn't been completed yet.  There is no running water in the house.  It would be rather difficult to live without water.”

Billy thought for a minute, “Yeah, I guess it would be bad to have to go to the bathroom without any water.  I guess the toilets would get rather full if we had to go to the bathroom.”

I started to laugh, “I hate to tell you this, but there aren’t even any toilets in the house yet.  That’s what I plan to do this summer.”

Billy countered, “Tell Daddy to take care of that.  That’s what he did before he got fired.”

I convinced the boys that we should go back to the trailer so we could check on their Daddy.  I had the two boys turn on the television and I went to check on their Father.  He seemed to be sleeping peacefully now, because the sheet was still covering him.

I went back to where the two boys were lying watching television and suggested, “I think that this would be a good time for you two gentlemen to take a shower and shampoo your hair, so I can wash your clothes, since those are the only ones you have.”

Bobby looked at me, “Mr. Adler, we only have one other set of clothes that fit us and they are at the hotel.  Do you want us to wash our clothes so they are dry for tomorrow?”

I wanted to smack their Dad on the head, but I maintained my composure, “I’ll put your clothes in the washing machine and then they’ll be clean for tomorrow.”

Billy frowned, “Mr. Adler, we can’t run around naked, until tomorrow morning.”

“Guys, I’ll get you each a tee shirt and you can put them on to sleep in.   They will be like a night shirt that people used to wear before someone invented pajamas.”

I took the two guys to the shower, and shampooed and conditioned their hair and took their clothes to the washer and decided that I could probably put all of my clothes and their father’s clothes into the machine, if I made separate loads of dark and light colored clothes.  I started the load of whites and went back to the bedroom to get two tee shirts for the guys.  I walked into the bathroom in just my briefs as the boys were drying their bodies.   Billy looked at me, “Mr. Adler, where are your clothes?”

“I decided to wash them at the same time as I washed your clothes.  There is some ice cream in the freezer.  Why don’t you get some while I take a shower?

The two boys pulled on the tee shirts and I had to laugh as they were leaving.  I was just getting out of the shower when Billy came barging in, “Mr. Adler, there’s a lady on the phone who says she is your mother and wants to talk to you.  Gees, your prick is bigger than our Dad's.”

All I could think of I was, ‘How am I going to be able to explain what is happening?’

To be continued...

Editor's Notes:  I can't get over how he does it. Where does E Walk get these wonderful ideas for stories?  

I am already falling, head over heels, for the two boys. The boys seem to be quite smart and they are quite well behaved. 

I wonder what the boys' father's story is.  He seems to at least care about the two of them.  I am a bit worried about him bleeding.  It looks as if someone was not being nice to him.

I guess we will just have to wait for another chapter to find out more. I am ready for it now.

Darryl AKA The Radio Rancher

Posted: 01/15/10