Page 4 - Asheville NC Revised2

At night my other love, Mom, glided into my room like a tender breeze swishing lace curtains. Not gone with the wind but here with cool smells and smooth nails to borrow under sailor PJs and ever so gently scratch my strong little back. And soon ask, “How are you?” Invoking a torrent of the day’s victories and mishaps spilled out and reflected back with reassurances and intimacies. After fifteen nay thirty minutes of delight she withdrew. If I hadn’t already drifted into sweetest sleep I confidently commanded, “Don’t stop!”
“Okay, but just few more minutes spootendike.”
But one night I was still awake for the painful separation as she left to spread her charms to father, brother or sister. My thoughts turned to coed Jenny. My mind shrank her to a tiny pixie walking all over my body, even traversing without shame what were then perfectly innocent private body parts. Next morning the sheets were non-urine, non-sweat wet. Mom was upset. Can a nine-year old have a wet dream? Call Dr. Spock!
One day another girl, Kerry, got the highest marks on a test. I couldn’t turn on Jenny so I loved them both. One would cross her little legs. I’d do the same. Then I’d see the other sit up to a perfect ninety degrees. I’d uncross my legs and slide back in my seat. I was supposed to be concentration on writing the cursive “e” a hundred times.
“Do you need to go to the restroom?” asked Mrs. Birmingham.
“No ma’am.”
“So what are you doing?”
“I’m just trying to learn the best way to sit for writing,” I said, painfully
swallowing and trying to cope with the confusing loyalties of teacher vs loves. And worse, the class might find out I was gaga over two cootie-covered cuties.
“Good. You keep that up,” said Mrs. B. “If we could only get the rest of class to exert your effort. But remember, being still is a big part of being a good student.”
“Yes ma’am.”
In the future I still venerated my queens by imitation, but by using minimalist movements.
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Recent past...
Was this the beginning of my life as a serial lover, or serial monogamist as it’s officially called? That is, a faithful monogamy with one person for a number of years, then breaking that sexual bond and becoming monogamous with another person for a number of years, then breaking that bond, and on and on till death do us stop?