Sintown Chronicles I: Behind Closed Doors (75 page)

“Good for you, child,” Randy's mother exclaimed. “I told you my plan would work."

“It probably would have if I had tried it, but I married the bum instead."

“You what?"

“We were married yesterday at the Dot Baptist Church."

“Is he any good in bed?"

“Mom,” Jo laughed, “he's a hoss in bed. I think he learned something from his own writing."

“Well bless my soul,” the older woman cried. “Congratulations—best wishes—whatever it is I'm supposed to say. I don't know when I've been this happy."

“Is it okay if I call you ‘Mom'?"

“Of course, Jo."

“Listen, there's more. I've talked to the doctor here in Dot. You were right. It is possible to reverse a tubal ligation. Randy and I want to give you the grandchildren you want—one at least."

“Oh, Jo. I was mostly kidding about that. You and Randy have just started a new life together and you have your new business to look after. Its too early to have children."

“You're not the only one who thinks that way, but we're going to check it out anyway. Hold onto your bonnet, Mom. There's more. Randy and I want you to move in with us, here in Dot."

There was a long silence.

“Mom, are you there?"

“I'm here, Jo. Honey, I appreciate the offer, but..."

“No buts, Mom. We both want you here with us."

“I just can't do that."

“And why not? You told me yourself that all of your friends are dead. Wouldn't you rather be living with two people who love you? You told me that there is nothing wrong with you except that age has slowed you down. You said you can take care of yourself, and we have an excellent doctor and clinic here in Dot. Besides, we need you."

Randy's mother laughed. “Sure you do."

“We do. For one thing, it's going to take two strong women to help Randy reach his potential. For another, if we do have children, we're going to need a baby sitter. And another thing—we need your furniture. Randy has partially furnished the house with early Salvation Army trash, but it badly needs replacing and we have two more rooms to furnish."

“Sweetheart, you're welcome to the furniture. It's just gathering dust in storage. However, moving in with you and Randy is going to take some thought. For some reason, my biggest concern right now is my doctor. I don't want to leave her."

“You'll like Mary Lou McGee—our doctor in Dot. She's..."

“It's not that, Jo. I'm sure Dr. McGee is fine. My doctor's name is Angela Wood. She had a hard time making it through medical school and residency and then the only job she could find was here at the home. She's a great gal, but her specialty is not geriatrics. She's an old fashioned general practitioner. Even in this day of integration, I'm afraid that the fact that she's black is holding her back. I'm one of the few patients here at the home that treats her with respect. I just think..."

“You have a good heart, Mom, but if this doctor is as good as you say she is, she will want what is best for you. Why don't you talk with her about it."

“I will, Jo, and I'll give your offer serious thought, but please don't be upset with me if I decide to stay here. It's not as easy a decision to make as you may think."

“I'm not going to take no for an answer, Mom. Hold on a minute. Randy wants to talk with you."

Randy, who was listening to Jo's end of the conversation, took the receiver. “Hi, Mom,” he said. “Surprise!"

Jo snuggled up to Randy's back as he tried to talk on the telephone. She hugged him, nibbled at his ears, caressed his chest, then lower.

“Mom,” Jo shouted loud enough for the old lady to hear over the telephone, “I told you he was a hoss. He's ready for action again."

“No, Billy!” Penny shouted. “Don't do that!"

“What did Billy do wrong?” he asked as he painfully managed to stem the flow of urine.

“You can't do that in public."

Billy turned to face her, still holding his penis in his hand. “Billy didn't piss on the basketball."

“No, she said,” trying not to laugh, “but you did pee on the grass where we sometimes sit. Do you remember we talked about the things you can only do in private?"

“But I always piss whenever I need to. Nobody ever told me not to."

“Well, I'm telling you it's just not a nice thing to do."

“Do I have to go to a bathroom to piss?"

Penny knew she should tell Billy to put away his penis, but she was enjoying looking at it too much. “Once in a while, if you really have to go, it's okay to pee in the woods if you're sure nobody can see you, but it's best if you use a bathroom."

“But sometimes there are other men in the bathrooms and they can see Billy piss."

Penny laughed but at the same time subconsciously realized that Billy's mind was perfectly capable of logical thought processes. “It's confusing, isn't it? When you are in a men's bathroom, it's okay for them to see you. I don't think I can explain it. Just trust me. I am telling you the truth. In public places, like at church or in a store, there are usually two bathrooms. One is for women and one is for men. In the women's bathrooms, the toilets are in stalls, so a woman can use it in private. However, in men's bathrooms, the urinals are on a wall and, you're right, men can see each other pee. But Billy, you shouldn't watch another man pee and he shouldn't watch you pee."

“In men's bathrooms there are little closets with commodes in them, but you just use them to shit,” Billy said.

“You could pee in those little closets too, Billy. That's what women do."

“There's a bathroom at the pavilion. Should I go up there to finish?"

“That is a good idea. Billy, I'm so glad you are my friend. I can teach you so much if you will just let me."

“Billy learn basketball real good,” he beamed as he headed for the pavilion without zipping his pants.

Penny followed him and sat at a picnic table. When he joined her he grinned and said, “From now on, Billy piss in private. Shit in private too?"

“Sit down a minute, Billy. Will you let me teach you a few things?"

“Billy likes Penny. She teach Billy basketball good. Teachers in school didn't like Billy and didn't teach good."

“Do you think I am a good teacher?"

“Penny's a good, good teacher."

“I want to teach you some new words."

“Okay,” he said happily as he sat down so close to her his thigh touched hers.

“Piss and shit are words people sometimes use,” Penny began, “but they are not nice words. Instead of piss you should say pee or urinate."

“Are those nice words?"

“Yes."

“Okay, next time Billy needs to piss he will say pee or urinate."

Penny laughed and was surprised that he could pick up the word “urinate” so quickly. “Shit is another word that people sometimes use, but its not a nice word either. Its best to just say you need to go to the bathroom, but if you have to describe it, say you need to have a bowel movement or you need to defecate."

“Billy don't understand bowel movement."

“Okay, let's see if I can explain. Our bodies are wonderful things both inside and out. When we drink a liquid, it goes down our throat to our stomach. The body then takes vitamins and other good things it needs out of the liquid. Most of the rest of the liquid then goes to our bladders. Men's bodies and women's bodies are much alike. Our bladders are located right here.” She placed her hand first on her lower abdomen and then Billy's. “When the bladder is full, we have to get rid of this liquid the body no longer needs. That's when we have to urinate. Are you with me so far?"

“I think so. Penny, why is pee yellow? Water isn't yellow and Pepsi-Cola isn't yellow, but Billy's pee is yellow. Is Penny's pee yellow? Billy ask too many questions."

“No you don't, Billy,” Penny assured him, placing her hand on his thigh. “Questions are good. That tells me you want to learn."

“Billy asks dumb questions."

“There is no such thing as a dumb question, Billy. The only way to learn something you don't know is to ask somebody who does know."

“Okay. Why is pee yellow?"

“My urine is yellow, just like yours. I don't know why, but I'll try to find out and tell you later. Okay?"

“Does Penny have a teacher?"

“No, not anymore, but I have books that can answer most of my questions. I'll look it up and let you know what I find out."

“Billy can't read. Billy don't understand bowel movement yet."

“Inside our bodies we have something like a long pipe coiled up just under our stomachs.” She moved her hand over the general area of her body and watched in satisfaction as Billy copied her on his own body. “This coiled up pipe is called our intestines or bowels. When we eat food, it goes to our stomachs. Our body gets whatever it needs from the food and what's left goes on to our bowels along with a little of the liquid we have drunk. When our bowels are full, we must empty them. That's when we defecate or have a bowel movement. Does that make sense, Billy?"

Billy grinned. “When you read about yellow pee, see if it says anything about brown defecate."

“I'll do that,” she laughed and hugged him.

“Penny,” Billy said. “Why is it okay for you to press your tits and pussy against Billy, but it's not okay for Billy to touch Penny's tits and pussy."

She pulled away from him. “I don't know, Billy. It just is. Would you rather I did not hug you?"

“Billy likes Penny hugs."

“You just used two more words that aren't nice, Billy."

“Billy sorry."

“It's okay. Nobody ever took the time to teach you the nice words. Would you like to learn them?"

“Okay,” he replied with his almost eternal grin showing yellow teeth.

“I'm not sure exactly why, but it's okay to talk about a cow or a goat having tits, but when you talk about a woman, you should say breasts or boobs. Breasts is correct, but boobs is okay to say too."

“Boobs,” Billy repeated. “Boobs ... boobs ... boobs. Billy likes boobs."

“Most men do,” she laughed. “And when you speak of a woman's private parts, you should say vagina."

“Billy don't understand private parts."

“Okay, lets see. Hmm. The thing you pee out of is your private part. The same place on a woman is her private part and should be called a vagina."

“Billy calls his private part his dick. That's not a nice word, is it?"

“Not really. The nice word is penis."

“Penis,” Billy repeated. “Penis. Penny, why is Billy's penis little sometimes and big sometimes?"

“Oh boy,” Penny sighed. “You are full of questions today."

“I'm sorry."

“Don't be sorry, Billy. It's a good question. I'm just not sure I know how to answer it. Even when a man is just a baby, his penis sometimes gets hard, but usually it is soft and small. When a man grows up, his penis sometimes gets big several times a day. In fact, it's almost always big every morning when he first wakes up. That's the way God made men. It's a good thing and when you are older you'll understand why."

“When Billy's di ... uh, penis is big, it sometimes hurts, but Billy can rub it and it feels real good. White stuff comes out the end of it and then it gets little again and doesn't hurt anymore."

“Playing with your penis is natural. It's called masturbating. It's a good thing to do. But it's another thing you should only do in private."

“Uh-oh,” Billy said.

“You've rubbed it in public?"

“Sometimes,” he replied.

“You didn't know any better. Just don't do it anymore."

“Penny, do women masturbate?"

“Uh-huh,” she replied slowly. “They sure do."

“Does Penny masturbate?"

“Sometimes."

“How? Women don't have a penis to rub, do they?"

“In a way, they do, Billy. As a part of the vagina there is a little button-like thing called a clitoris. When a woman masturbates she rubs her clitoris."

“Does white stuff come out?"

“That white stuff is called semen, and only men have semen. But when a woman masturbates, she feels good, just like a man does."

Billy remained silent for a moment. Penny feared she was trying to teach him too much. He stood, turned his back to her and slapped his bottom with both hands. “What's the nice word for this?” he asked.

“That's your buttocks. Fanny is another nice word you can use."

“Penny has buttocks?” he asked as he turned to face her.

“Billy, you're a jewel. Yes, women have buttocks just like men."

“And do women have ... uh ... asshole is a bad word too, isn't it?"

“The nice word is anus or rectum. Yes, women have them too."

“Penny, women have a vagina, not a penis. How do they pee?"

Penny shook her head while giving him a big smile. “Billy, when you get started learning, you don't want to stop, do you?"

He grinned in reply.

“Women have a little hole as a part of their vaginas. It looks something like the little hole in the end of your penis. That's how women pee."

“Don't they pee all over themselves?"

Penny laughed again and stood up to hug him once more. “They would sometimes if they tried to pee while standing up like men do. Women usually sit down on the toilet to pee, Billy."

“Billy learn a lot today, but Billy don't understand how women masturbate and pee. Will Penny show Billy her vagina?"

“No, Billy. I can't do that."

“But Billy wants to see your pee hole and clitoris. Then maybe Billy understand. We could go in the bathroom so we would be private."

“I will bring you a picture if you like. Would that help?"

“Okay,” he laughed.

“I have ten minutes left before I have to go back to work. Would you like to shoot some more baskets?"

“Billy getting’ good with basketball."

As they walked back to the parking lot with the basketball goal planted at one end, Penny asked, “Can you tell me what you learned today?"

“Sure. Pee, urinate, bowel movement, defecate, breast, boob, vagina, penis, buttocks, fanny, anus, rectum, masturbate, semen, clitoris. What we drink goes to stomach, then to bladder and then we pee. What we eat goes to stomach, then to bowels and then we defecate. When we defecate or pee we must do it in private in a bathroom. When Billy rub penis he must do that in private too. Billy learn good."