"Tommy" Part 26
"Tommy"
By Gentile
Part 26
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Back to The Night of the Driver-Along:
It would do no good for me to go first. It had to be Tommy. I wanted to watch him with her and her with him. Girl knew it. Tommy knew it. That's why she worked on him exclusively.
"Tommy, darling, please. I'll make it good. I want to love you. To show you how much I love you. And I do, boy. I love you so much. You're my favorite."
Dead silence.
She moved from behind his right ear to his left. The whispering lasted about a minute, perhaps less. I never asked, nor was informed as to what was said by Girl.
Finished, she shifted back.
The dead silence was cut by the sound of the driver side door handle's engagement and the illumination from the inside light.
He got out.
I got out.
She got out.
She got him into the house. I'd went first, cleared the lock. He was in a bit of a trance. I surprisingly had rallied.
"Cully, you go ahead and shower and clean up. You don't have to take a cold one, but, don't dawdle."
Our water heater was a 20 gallon model. We needed double that.
"I will take care of Tommy. Just c'mon down whenever you're ready." I hesitated.
"Go ahead, boy. We'll be fine."
I turned and walked away.
"We'll get this belt off first, Tommy, and then we'll..."
I didn't close my door, but, I pushed it to. When I peeked thru the three inches left they were gone. I heard her vaguely beyond the hallway cut-off, a baby talk tone to her speech.
When next I saw Tommy he had rallied and taken the con.
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By the time I'd finished showering I was starting to get cold feet and it had very little to do with the cold water. I thought using the cold water would bring me around. I barely even felt it. Just scrubbed down and turned it off.
I was done showering but, was still standing in the stall because that is where the built in sink and mirror were. They was down there with creature comforts and I was standing in standing water in a stall that was no bigger than a phone booth with a sink protruding that I kept bumping my ding-dong on, which of course was sticking straight out.
"For as miserable as you are it ain't hurt your bone any."
It was just a yo-yo; up & down. Could slay the world one moment, could play handball off the curb the very next.
"How in the fuck did you get yourself into this?"
If I'd asked that once I'd done so multiple times. And it really didn't matter in the grand scheme. Not now. I had to go down there. If she had to come down there to get me, amok I'd commence to running.
"You can't do that. Please down run amok. Please, Dale." I implored myself.
"Christ, if they find you down here talking to yourself that alone is grounds for amok."
That didn't stop me.
"What do you wear to watching your wife with another man?"
I was gong to put on my Beaver Patrol T-shirt, but, she'd about took a fit when I showed up at her company picnic in it a few months past. Laughing aloud picked up my spirits.
"I was so embarrassed, Cully. How could you?"
I laughed again and checked the coast for the um*****th time. Still clear.
"Uh, oh, music. Oh, Lord."
She'd broke out her portable record player, the one from her basement that we'd used at the first:
"Can I see it?
"No, Cully-boy, let's just listen to 'Crimson and Clover.' We'll sit together on the white chair."
And that was enough, but, it hadn't hurt to ask. Holding hands was a bonus.
I pulled a white t-shirt on and the blue jeans. Put on socks and shoes so I could comb my hair without getting my feet wet. Scrunched over I got it done and stepped out. Splashed some British Sterling on and was ready to go. Went back in and brushed my teeth, gargled with the Micrin and took another splash of the BS.
"You gotta go, son. I know, I know. I'm goin, buddy. I love ya."
What does it mean when you profess your love for yourself to yourself, aloud?
I don't remember getting down to that hallway cutoff. Must have floated because I did not recall one freaking step. I peeked around the corner. It was dusky down there, only candle light and she'd lit incense. And a mighty fine scent she'd chosen. Flack's "Killing Me Softly" softly played and sounded very nice. I wanted so bad to exit out that patio door; chain smoke Black Watch, drink one cup of decaf after another and imagine what those two were doing in their bedroom. That'd a been just fine by me.
I was all for imagining. Watching, seeing was a whole different proposition. I pressed up flat against the kitchen side of that dividing wall.
"Give me a ten count and we'll go."
It took me three ten counts before I was able to actually break root. How I got there I'll never know.
Tommy was holding her. Girl in a full length white cotton jumper---Tommy in white briefs.
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"Boy, come here." I wanted so bad to continue on past that bed and drop anchor in the cloth chair that had been in that corner off the far foot of the bed since we'd set it there on move in day. Had never even sat in it. Next to it was a small table where she'd placed the record player---a pile of .45's stacked upon the record changer. She'd pulled out both of our cases of records & set them under the little table. I hadn't went thru those cases in quite a while. It made me want to be disc jockey, now. Jockey discs and watch them.
But, my name had been called.
They'd been talking in whispers when I breached the doorway, I heard them stop before she called my name. The white cotton jumper was not disturbed whatsoever, as it adorned her from her neck to her ankles, her feet bare---her toenails painted in a delicate pink shell shade extended just past the hem.. She'd moved close to him past the middle of the queen sized bed before I'd arrived. He'd been resting his head on his palm and was so close to her.
She rolled just a bit and patted her side of the bed. Tommy held onto her.
I knelt instead.
"Sorry I kind of lost it there for a spell, Culburn."
I felt a bit like "Dorothy" at the last "The Wizard of Ox."
"I do believe I found what you lost, Tommy."
"Oh, Cully, are you okay?"
Her maternal concern always a welcome thing. Girl edged a bit closer to me, but, he did not turn loose of her. This was it, there was no turning back. Their coupling was imminent, at least their coupling in my presence.
"Yes, I'm fine." I lied. I was floating and could actually see myself kneeling there.
Perhaps if Girl hadn't been so ready for it, she'd have recognized my plight, but, her eyes were glazed over. I'd never actually seen Girl "turned on" until that moment. I mean really turned on. Past the point of no return. Out-of-control. We may have portended during lovemaking thru our short marriage, but, this was different. Way different. And kneeling there and having to realize that was an absolute mind trip. I was not ready for that. But, it was here and I either ran amok, or, I took it. I did not run amok. And that was a good thing in the short and long distance runs. In the times to come I've thought about if I had taken a fit then, right there, and went berserk, not criminally berserk, but, enough to end it right where it was---how my actions would have played out then, and the ramifications of the forty years on and counting. But, like I said; the moment of absolute certainty never arrives.
Never/ever.
Girl held my hand with her right as Tommy held her other hand.
It was time. It was just time. All the talking, all the planning, all the ruminating was over. Well, there'd be more ruminating. Lots more.
Her pale face, she'd used eye liner to a startling result---like a living doll.
"Are you sure, boy?"
(Sure) is elusive, I've learned that as well.
"Yes. Go to him, he's waiting." Tommy could hear me. He was right there, but, I was telling Girl.
"I want to go. I want him. Please understand, Cully."
Her eyelashes were extended and she was so pretty I wanted to cry.
"I know you do, baby, it's okay."
"You'll stay? You won't go? You promise, boy? I want you to kiss me when Tommy..."
"I'll be right here. I won't leave this room."
I kissed her hand as our grip loosened.
"Take her, Tommy."
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(to be continued)
By Gentile
Part 26
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Back to The Night of the Driver-Along:
It would do no good for me to go first. It had to be Tommy. I wanted to watch him with her and her with him. Girl knew it. Tommy knew it. That's why she worked on him exclusively.
"Tommy, darling, please. I'll make it good. I want to love you. To show you how much I love you. And I do, boy. I love you so much. You're my favorite."
Dead silence.
She moved from behind his right ear to his left. The whispering lasted about a minute, perhaps less. I never asked, nor was informed as to what was said by Girl.
Finished, she shifted back.
The dead silence was cut by the sound of the driver side door handle's engagement and the illumination from the inside light.
He got out.
I got out.
She got out.
She got him into the house. I'd went first, cleared the lock. He was in a bit of a trance. I surprisingly had rallied.
"Cully, you go ahead and shower and clean up. You don't have to take a cold one, but, don't dawdle."
Our water heater was a 20 gallon model. We needed double that.
"I will take care of Tommy. Just c'mon down whenever you're ready." I hesitated.
"Go ahead, boy. We'll be fine."
I turned and walked away.
"We'll get this belt off first, Tommy, and then we'll..."
I didn't close my door, but, I pushed it to. When I peeked thru the three inches left they were gone. I heard her vaguely beyond the hallway cut-off, a baby talk tone to her speech.
When next I saw Tommy he had rallied and taken the con.
---------
By the time I'd finished showering I was starting to get cold feet and it had very little to do with the cold water. I thought using the cold water would bring me around. I barely even felt it. Just scrubbed down and turned it off.
I was done showering but, was still standing in the stall because that is where the built in sink and mirror were. They was down there with creature comforts and I was standing in standing water in a stall that was no bigger than a phone booth with a sink protruding that I kept bumping my ding-dong on, which of course was sticking straight out.
"For as miserable as you are it ain't hurt your bone any."
It was just a yo-yo; up & down. Could slay the world one moment, could play handball off the curb the very next.
"How in the fuck did you get yourself into this?"
If I'd asked that once I'd done so multiple times. And it really didn't matter in the grand scheme. Not now. I had to go down there. If she had to come down there to get me, amok I'd commence to running.
"You can't do that. Please down run amok. Please, Dale." I implored myself.
"Christ, if they find you down here talking to yourself that alone is grounds for amok."
That didn't stop me.
"What do you wear to watching your wife with another man?"
I was gong to put on my Beaver Patrol T-shirt, but, she'd about took a fit when I showed up at her company picnic in it a few months past. Laughing aloud picked up my spirits.
"I was so embarrassed, Cully. How could you?"
I laughed again and checked the coast for the um*****th time. Still clear.
"Uh, oh, music. Oh, Lord."
She'd broke out her portable record player, the one from her basement that we'd used at the first:
"Can I see it?
"No, Cully-boy, let's just listen to 'Crimson and Clover.' We'll sit together on the white chair."
And that was enough, but, it hadn't hurt to ask. Holding hands was a bonus.
I pulled a white t-shirt on and the blue jeans. Put on socks and shoes so I could comb my hair without getting my feet wet. Scrunched over I got it done and stepped out. Splashed some British Sterling on and was ready to go. Went back in and brushed my teeth, gargled with the Micrin and took another splash of the BS.
"You gotta go, son. I know, I know. I'm goin, buddy. I love ya."
What does it mean when you profess your love for yourself to yourself, aloud?
I don't remember getting down to that hallway cutoff. Must have floated because I did not recall one freaking step. I peeked around the corner. It was dusky down there, only candle light and she'd lit incense. And a mighty fine scent she'd chosen. Flack's "Killing Me Softly" softly played and sounded very nice. I wanted so bad to exit out that patio door; chain smoke Black Watch, drink one cup of decaf after another and imagine what those two were doing in their bedroom. That'd a been just fine by me.
I was all for imagining. Watching, seeing was a whole different proposition. I pressed up flat against the kitchen side of that dividing wall.
"Give me a ten count and we'll go."
It took me three ten counts before I was able to actually break root. How I got there I'll never know.
Tommy was holding her. Girl in a full length white cotton jumper---Tommy in white briefs.
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"Boy, come here." I wanted so bad to continue on past that bed and drop anchor in the cloth chair that had been in that corner off the far foot of the bed since we'd set it there on move in day. Had never even sat in it. Next to it was a small table where she'd placed the record player---a pile of .45's stacked upon the record changer. She'd pulled out both of our cases of records & set them under the little table. I hadn't went thru those cases in quite a while. It made me want to be disc jockey, now. Jockey discs and watch them.
But, my name had been called.
They'd been talking in whispers when I breached the doorway, I heard them stop before she called my name. The white cotton jumper was not disturbed whatsoever, as it adorned her from her neck to her ankles, her feet bare---her toenails painted in a delicate pink shell shade extended just past the hem.. She'd moved close to him past the middle of the queen sized bed before I'd arrived. He'd been resting his head on his palm and was so close to her.
She rolled just a bit and patted her side of the bed. Tommy held onto her.
I knelt instead.
"Sorry I kind of lost it there for a spell, Culburn."
I felt a bit like "Dorothy" at the last "The Wizard of Ox."
"I do believe I found what you lost, Tommy."
"Oh, Cully, are you okay?"
Her maternal concern always a welcome thing. Girl edged a bit closer to me, but, he did not turn loose of her. This was it, there was no turning back. Their coupling was imminent, at least their coupling in my presence.
"Yes, I'm fine." I lied. I was floating and could actually see myself kneeling there.
Perhaps if Girl hadn't been so ready for it, she'd have recognized my plight, but, her eyes were glazed over. I'd never actually seen Girl "turned on" until that moment. I mean really turned on. Past the point of no return. Out-of-control. We may have portended during lovemaking thru our short marriage, but, this was different. Way different. And kneeling there and having to realize that was an absolute mind trip. I was not ready for that. But, it was here and I either ran amok, or, I took it. I did not run amok. And that was a good thing in the short and long distance runs. In the times to come I've thought about if I had taken a fit then, right there, and went berserk, not criminally berserk, but, enough to end it right where it was---how my actions would have played out then, and the ramifications of the forty years on and counting. But, like I said; the moment of absolute certainty never arrives.
Never/ever.
Girl held my hand with her right as Tommy held her other hand.
It was time. It was just time. All the talking, all the planning, all the ruminating was over. Well, there'd be more ruminating. Lots more.
Her pale face, she'd used eye liner to a startling result---like a living doll.
"Are you sure, boy?"
(Sure) is elusive, I've learned that as well.
"Yes. Go to him, he's waiting." Tommy could hear me. He was right there, but, I was telling Girl.
"I want to go. I want him. Please understand, Cully."
Her eyelashes were extended and she was so pretty I wanted to cry.
"I know you do, baby, it's okay."
"You'll stay? You won't go? You promise, boy? I want you to kiss me when Tommy..."
"I'll be right here. I won't leave this room."
I kissed her hand as our grip loosened.
"Take her, Tommy."
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(to be continued)
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