What Do I Do Now, Mom?
by: E Walk
(© 2009 by the Author)
 

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Chapter 23 

The First Time

Randy was very quiet as we were walking to the trailer.  He stopped as we were about to go in, “Hank, when is the big event going to take place, before we eat, or after?”

I hugged him, “Let’s check on the casserole the guys fixed for us.  I think we should plan to eat first, or we may be eating burnt food or cold food.”

Randy picked at his food as we were eating, “What’s the matter, Randy?  Don’t you like your food?”

“Hank, I’m just not hungry.  My stomach feels as if there are butterflies flying around in it.”

“Go take your shower, while I do the dishes.  I have something that I want you to do, before you take your shower.  You can do it yourself or I can help you.”

“What’s that?”

“Go to the bathroom and get undressed.  I need to get something out of the bedroom closet.”

I took a box of commercial enema into bathroom, “Randy, you can administer this yourself, or I can do it for you.”

Randy looked at the directions, “I can do this, but why am I doing it?”

“Randy, trust me. It will be more comfortable for both of us if you use this, first.”

I did the few dishes and went to check on Randy.  He was standing in the bathroom with an erection.  “Randy, what’s happening?”

“I guess my body’s excited about what's going to happen.  Would you stop pussyfooting so we can get down to business?”

After I had prepared our bodies with the appropriate amount of lubricant,  I was sufficiently aroused so that I laid on my back and let Randy impale himself so he could control the rate of penetration.  It took a while, but Randy finally was able to relax and the union was completed.  So much so, that my body was covered with Randy’s body fluids.  I pulled him down and kissed him, “Just look at this mess you made of my body.”

Randy started to laugh, “Okay, so I made a mess on the outside while you were making a mess on the inside.  Hank, is it always going to be like this?  Thank goodness, Pierson wasn’t nearly as well endowed as you, or I’d still be hurting.  I guess we need to get cleaned up, before our guys get home.”

Randy and I were sitting on Witt’s bed when the guys come in.  Bobby looked at his Dad and asked, “What’s wrong with Daddy?  He looks different.”

Randy grinned, “Son, I’m just tired.  It’s been a long week.  How was your evening with the Queen of Hearts and the Mad Hatter?”

Billy frowned, “We went to this fancy restaurant, but we didn’t even know what the things on the menu were.  The waiter started with Grandmother and she ordered some sort of fish called tilapia, so we all had it.  It was really good, but Witt said we need to show everyone what really good fish tastes like.”

Bobby took over, “After dinner, we went to the big store at the mall and Granddad and Grandmother were buying Witt all sorts of clothes.  They even bought some more for Billy and me.”

 

“Where are all these clothes that they bought you?”

Witt answered, “Your Mother took them home and is taking the tags off of them, so we can’t return them.  They’ll be bringing the clothes tomorrow night when they come for dinner.”

“Did she say what we were to fix?”

Witt laughed, “Mr. Adler, as a matter of fact, she said she was tired of fish and had sworn off chicken after watching us pluck the chickens, yesterday.”

I shook my head, “I guess that gives us two options, pork or beef.”

Witt smirked,  “Never fear, teacher dear, me and the guys will come up with something different.”

The conversation was interrupted by the phone, Billy picked it up and handed it to me.  “This is Hank Adler.”

“Hey, Mr. Adler, it’s Ritchie.  Is the movie star there?”

“Ritch, I have four movie stars living with me.  Which one would you like to speak to?”

“Let me talk to the old one, first.”

I handed the phone to Randy, “Ritch wants to talk to you.”

“What’s happening, Ritch? … Just a minute, let me check with Mr. Adler.  It could only be the morning, since I want to go watch the auction of Mr. Adler’s old antique bathroom appliances at one o’clock.”

Randy looked at me, “If you don’t have any plans for the morning, would it be okay if Ritch and I worked on the plumbing in the morning?”

“I was planning on vegetating tomorrow, after the week I’ve had.  Witt and the sons can take care of the farm.”

“Ritch, why don’t we plan to work from nine until noon? … Okay, here’s Witt.”

Witt took the phone, “Hey Ritch, what’s up? … Let me check with Mr. Adler and see what he has to say.”

Witt turned to me, “Mr. Adler, Ritch wants to know if I would be permitted to go to a teen dance where there will be no alcohol, tomorrow night?”

I thought to myself, ‘Why is he asking my permission?’  “If you would like to go, then do it.  You can use the truck, in case the rest of us should decide to do something.”

“Hey Ritch, Mr. Adler says it’s okay.  What time and where do I meet you? … Okay, I’ll pick you up and tell Mr. Adler you would like to have your hair styled so you can look like a movie star. … See you in the morning.”

Randy and I were in bed, “Randy, are you okay with what happened tonight?  I’m concerned that I might have hurt you.”

“Hank, I’m fine.  I now know that I made the right decision.  When will there be a repeat performance?”

I hugged Randy, “We’ll take care of that when the time is right.  We don’t want to wear out the equipment too fast.”

There was a knock on the door, ‘That has to be Witt.’

“Come in, Witt.”

Witt came in and plopped down on the foot of our bed, Indian style.  “Mr. Adler and Mr. Taylor, I don’t understand what’s happening.  Why would Mr. Adler’s parents want to buy me clothes?  Why did Mr. Adler tell me to not go to the bathroom alone.  I was so paranoid tonight that I almost went to the bathroom in my pants.  When I did finally go to the bathroom, this guy followed me in and wanted to know if I wanted to be serviced.  What did he mean?”

I sat up against the headboard, “Witt, I’ll never understand my parents.  I do know this, though, they must see something good in you, because they can be very hard on people whom they don’t like.  I’m sorry if I made you paranoid, but I was saying it like it was.  You’re a very handsome young man, and you obviously are well endowed for someone your age.  Men and women will try to take advantage of you.  As to what the man meant when he said what he did, he could have been offering to take care of your needs, or he might have been implying that he wanted to use your body.  It’s scary when that happens the first couple of times, but you’re strong enough to fight off any unwanted attention, but you shouldn’t put yourself in a situation where that can happen, if you can help it.”

There was a knock on the wall of the bedroom.  I looked at Witt and Randy, “I think that Billy and Bobby are telling us that it’s time to go to bed.”

Witt climbed up and kissed both Randy and me, “I know when I’ve been told to disappear.  Thanks for talking and listening to me.  No one ever has, before.”

Randy and I were cuddling after Witt had departed.  Randy looked at me, “Hank, we need to listen to Bobby and Billy when they talk.  We need to be open and honest with them.”

“Randy, your preaching to the choir.  I completely agree with that.”

I woke early, because I heard noises in the bathroom.  I went to see who was up, and Billy and Bobby were standing at the urinal relieving their bladders.  “Move over, let me show you how a real man does it.”

Billy, Bobby and I went to the barn via the back door of the trailer, opting not to wake Randy or Witt.  Boy, was that a wrong decision.  Billy and I were just about finished with the milking when Witt came storming into the stable.  “Why didn’t you guys wake me up?   How am I going to earn my keep if you keep treating me like a little kid?”

Billy started to giggle, “Dad, I didn’t know we had goats here.”

I laughed, “Witt, you shouldn’t need to work seven days a week.  We need to set up a schedule, so each of you guys have days off especially when school starts.”

Witt sputtered, “You mean you’re going to have me stay here, even when school starts?”

“Of course, except we’ll be living in the house, by then, hopefully, and you won’t keep Billy and Bobby awake all night.  Take over for Billy, would you, please, so he can go take care of the chickens?”

When we arrived in the house, I went up to Randy and whispered, “Are you okay?”

Randy grinned, “I know I had a visitor last night and I’ll probably be squishing for the rest of the day.”

“That’s not what I meant.  Did you have any traces of blood, this morning?”

Randy shook his head no, because Billy and Bobby returned from washing their hands.  “What do you need us to do, Dads?”

Randy smiled, “Everything is ready, where’s Witt?”

Bobby answered, “He’s in the bathroom, trying to make his hair look like it did after Dad fixed it yesterday.”

Witt appeared, “Mr. Adler, could you show me how to make my hair look like you made it look yesterday?”

“I will, after breakfast; come sit down so we can eat.  The rest of us are starving.”

While we were eating, we were making plans for the day.  Witt asked, “Mr. Adler and Mr. Taylor, could I bring my three younger brothers here, today?  I think they need to get away from the farm to realize that there is another way to live.  I’m worried about them.  They are sort of the forgotten members of the Latham family, and it’s probably going to get worse after the marriage, today.”

“Witt, you certainly may bring them here.  But Mr. Taylor and I were planning on going to an auction this afternoon.  Having a four, five and six year old here is going to be different than having eight, nine, ten and eleven year old boys around.”

“Sir, you forget I’ve known Wylie, Willy and Wally since they were born.  I can assure you that they will be no trouble at all.  If they do something wrong, I’ll have Billy and Bobby beat them up.”

Billy picked up on that, “Sure, make us the bad guys.”

Just as we finished eating, Ritchie came tooling in, “Shucks, I was hoping to catch some of you naked.  Ready to go to work, boss.  What time’s the haircut, Mr. Adler?”

“Why don’t we do it when you two plumbers take your morning break?”

 

Ritchie started to giggle, “We don’t take any of those break things, doncha know?”

“Well, you will, this morning.”

After the dishes were done, Witt went to get his brothers and Bobby wanted me to check something in the pig pen.  When we arrived at the pig area, Bobby looked at me, “Dad, we have too many pigs.  We need to get rid of some.  Are you and Witt really going to butcher a pig, this weekend?”

“Bobby, Witt and I would need a lot of help, if we were to try to butcher a pig.  I agree with you, though, we are going to get rid of some of the pigs.  We’ll need to check to see how much pork we have left in the freezer and smokehouse.  We do eat a little more now that there are five of us living here.  We’ll need to check with your Grandmother and see how much she is going to need.”

Billy had been standing on the fence beside me, “Dad, I don’t understand what happens when someone butchers a pig.  How do you know what your going to get?”

“Guys, we get to tell the butcher whether we want bacon, ham, pork chops or whatever.  We’ll decide what we want, together.”

Our discussion was interrupted by the arrival Witt with three straggly  looking little guys who looked as if they hadn’t had a bath for several days, and they were wearing dirty shorts and tee shirts with no shoes or socks.

I took Witt aside, “Why isn’t someone taking care of those three boys?”

Witt shook his head, “Mr. Adler, that’s why I wanted to bring them here.  I doubt very much if anyone has been taking care of them, since I’ve been living here.  Is it okay if I give them a shower and wash their hair.  Maybe you could even find time to trim their hair while they’re here.  I’d pay you for it.”

“I’ll find the time, and you’re not going to pay me anything.  You might want to introduce the boys, so we know who the players are.”

“Guys, come here, I want you to tell Mr. Adler your names and how old you are.”

The three boys came and stood in front of me.  The oldest started, “I’m Wally and I'm six.” 

I stuck out my hand and Wally reluctantly put out his, “It's a pleasure to meet you, Wally.  I’m Mr. Adler and I’m an old man.  Those two handsome gentlemen are Billy and Bobby Taylor.  Billy is ten and Bobby eight.”

The second little guy stuck out his hand, “I’m Willy and I’m five.  You don’t look like an old man, to me.”

“Thank you, Willy.”

The littlest guy spoke, “I’m Wylie, and I’m four.”

I had knelt down, “Guys, Billy and Bobby are going to give you a shower and shampoo, and condition your hair while I set up my barber shop.  I want you to come out on the porch with a towel wrapped around you, so the guys can wash your clothes.”

Wally challenged, “Why isn’t Witt going to give us a shower?”

“Because Witt needs to go do some errands.  Witt, go get my wallet.”

As I watched the six guys go into the trailer, I was thinking, ‘What are the other two brothers like?  Are they really as bad as Witt says?’

Witt returned and handed me my wallet, “I guess it wasn’t a good idea for me to bring my brothers, here.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Mr. Adler, they’re already saying they don’t want to go home, and they just got here.”

I hugged Witt, “Son, let them enjoy their time away from the hubbub of your Father’s farm.  This is just new to them.  The novelty will wear off.  In the meantime, go to the Target store and get your brothers each one new set of clothes in sizes four, five and six.  Make sure you get them some new briefs, and get them some flip flops to wear until we can get them shoes.  Take the debit card.  Do you remember the pin number?”

“Sir, this is not why I brought the guys here.”

“Witt, don’t give me any lip.  Do as I say.  I’m your boss, remember.”

“Whatever.”

To be continued...

Editor's Notes:  Oh, my goodness. Do you see that word hanging up there, above my notes?  If ever a word has been misused and overused, it is that word. I will get back to that word a little later.

First of all, let me say that I have a feeling that Witt's brothers will not want to go back home, after being treated like real people, probably, for the first time in their lives. The will finally get a chance to see how loving and caring people treat children and each other. 

I know that Witt's father loves his kids, but he has forgotten how to show them that he does.  He has let his work and his love life grab hold of him and not let go long enough to give his family any sign that he gives a rat's as...paragus about any of them. 

Even when Hank told Witt that his father said he loved him, Witt didn't believe him.  I do hope that somehow the old fart of a farmer will somehow realize his mistakes and takes steps to correct them.  He also needs to be more careful where he sticks his manhood, and stop getting people pregnant, when he already has more children than he can care for.

Okay, I think I have said enough for right now, about the family.

Let's get back to that word, "Whatever!"  The word actually has a place in the English language.  "Whatever happened to Baby Cam?" is a sentence that uses the word, "whatever", properly.  It should never be used as a one word sentence.

The most common way it is used today is as a dismissive comment, usually made by a teenager, to a parent or teacher, when someone  tells them what to do or reprimands them for something.  It is usually said with such bitterness and disgust that it is almost as if the person using it would much rather have told the other person to do something that was anatomically impossible.  When I hear the venom lurking in that word, as used by teens, I actually sometimes feel dirty or violated.  I do hope that someday soon, it will begin to fall out of common usage.  Oh well, I can dream, can't I?

I am ready for the next chapter, any time now!

Darryl AKA The Radio Rancher   

Posted: 06/18/10