Bennie's Story
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<body text>They knew I was coming back home; my folks did. They
just didn't know when I'd get in. Otherwise dad would have met
me at the bus I didn't want that. I wanted to walk home the
seven odd miles from the bus station. I thought it would help
put the bad times behind. I slung the slack K-Mart bag over my
shoulder; all I had to show for ten years of living out there.
and went out into the dark pre-dawn air.
<body text>I got home maybe at eight Mother cried and hugged
me and fixed a huge breakfast with bacon and eggs and toast and
corn flakes, juice, milk, and coffee. I ate every crumb, took a
shower and went to my old room, to my old bed, to sleep the
clock around.
<body text>Mother found me out there, God knows how. She sent
the bus ticket She said, "Come home, Bennie. Put it all
behind. Rest up. Recuperate. Then take another run at it."
<body text>She said she'd give me room and board for six months;
she never said what after that. Off to the City Mission, I
guess, or a cardboard box under the Cedar Street Bridge
<body text>Next morning I put away my few things and in so doing
found some duds left by my brother, the wealthy college
professor. That find would help me look presentable. There was
a pair of jogging shoes in with his stuff. I decided to try
them out. I could spare a little time goof ing off. Mother
gave me six months and, after all, a sound body is the basis of
a sound mind.
<body text>I was puffing up the block when ... Beep! Beep!
Beep! ... a little red Cavalier went barreling past. I waved.
<body text>A day or so later the scene was repeated: Beep! Beep!
Wave. Later on I saw the little red Cavalier parked in the
driveway by the house where Lori Kay Clarkson lived when we were
growing up.
<body text>On another day .. Beep! Beep! Beep! I waved and
the driver waved back with one of those hooky things someone
with an arm off has. And, it looked to be a girl. It looked to
be Lori herself; still in the neighborhood; still in the old
house. I couldn't believe it. If it was Lori there would be
two hook hand things.
<body text>I checked with mother. She said, yes, Lori was still
in the old house. That she worked as a receptionist at the
rehabilitation center. Her parents were retired now and into
traveling of f to one place or another So, Lori stayed in the
house and watched things when they were gone to where ever. And
she drove a little red car.
<body text>Next time the car went Beep! Beep! Beep! I puffed up
the driveway to say hello.
<body text>We go a long way back Lori Kay Clarkson and me. I
may have known her forever. She lived up the block. We both
went to the grade school across the street. She was a grade
ahead of me until she got sick and was out so much and they held
her back a year.
<body text>It was chicken pox; can you imagine? We all got the
chicken pox, of course, but Lori got it especially bad. It went
to her blood and they took her to the hospital. I remember
mother talking about it at dinner.
<body text>"They had to amputate Lori's both legs," she told dad.
<body text>"What's amputate?" us kids had to know.
<body text>"Cut off." mother said. "They had to cut of f her
legs She might not even live."
<body text>I was stunned by the horror of both the legs cut off
and her maybe dying. But, worse news came a week or so later
when mother told dad, "Mabel Clarkson said they had to take off
Lori's arms, too. It was do that or Lori would surely die.
<body text>Mabel said they didn't know what to do when the
doctor told them. She said they'd rather have Lori that way
than not have her at all They couldn't say no and just let
their baby die."
<body text>I remember mother sniffling back the tears and
saying, "There but for the Grace of God goes one of ours." And
she looked around at us kids and I shuddered. "Praise God for
His wonderful blessings." She said and made the sign of the
cross Funny what you remember.
<body text>Dad said, "It'd be probably better if The Lord was to
take her."
<body text>"Easy to say if it's not your own," mother snapped
back, knowing what us kids were thinking
<body text> But the Lord didn't take Lori She got slowly
better. One day she came home from the hospital. I saw them
wheel her in the house in a wheelchair covered with blankets.
Once in a while I'd see her in the chair in the yard.
<body text>In September she came back to school. She got
dropped back to my class, with her funny hook hands and
stiff-foot, stilt legs.
<body text>We all crowded around at first to look. But the
novelty wore off after a while and she was just one of us.
<body text>I liked her. She always said hello and we were
friends. I watched her maybe more than the others. I thought
the hook hands were fun to watch. But, boys don't have much do
with girls in grade school. Although I remember dancing with
her a couple times in those strained dance parties of seventh
and eighth grade. I remember holding a hook hand as we danced.
It was cold.
<body text>I'd see her around the halls in high school. We had
different home rooms but occasionally were in the same class
One time it was two classes right after each other. So, we
walked from Physics to English, up to the second floor on the
freight elevator because she had a disabled pass. Stairs were
hard for her in the crowd of kids. I went on the elevator with
her because no one ever said no.
<body text>She would wait by the physics room door for me to
come walk witli her It was always nice to see her there. "Oh,
good," I would say to myself. "She waited for me."
<body text>Once in a while we would have lunch together. I'd
see her sitting by herself in the lunchroom and I'd sit with
her. Maybe three or four times in a year that would happen. I
remember one
<body text> time we were sitting together and some kids from
Theater Club sang a song to get us to come, to their show,
"Pirates of Penzance."
<body text>"Hey, sounds like fun. Are you going ?" Lori asked.
<body text>"I don't know," I said. "It sounds great.
<body text>"Let's go, you and me," she said.
<body text>"Maybe I can get the car," I said.
<body text>"if not I'll drive." she said.
<body text>"You drive?"
<body text>"Of course. Almost two years You forget. I'm an
older woman. So, watch your step." She said that. I remember.
<body text>We went to "Penzance" ... "I am the very model of a
modern Major General. I know about all subjects both animal and
mineral ..."
<body text>Another time we were sitting there in the lunch room
and she asked if I was going to the senior prom?"
<body text>"No," I said. "There isn't anyone I want to ask.
You going'?"
<body text>"No," she said. "There isn't anyone I want to ask
either."
<body text>I looked at her; deadpan, expressionless. I laughed
at her impish joke.
<body text>She said, "Let's go together I don't have a date
You don't have a date. We could go together. We could have a
good time. It's our last chance to go to a high school senior
prom. Let's go." (She would be wrong on that We would go to
another senior prom together.)
<body text>Going to the prom called for some practice in the
dance. "I don't want us to look any klutzier than we already
look." said Lori So, I spent a couple nights at her house
practicing
<body text>Aunt Rose Demetrie showed up the first night to give
us lessons! Aunt Rose must have been every day of eighty years
old at the time but for two solid hours she moved us around to
the music of a stack of old 45RPM records. (One-two-three-four
--- Slow . Slow ... Quick - Quick.) I was sweating like a pig
<body text>We spent a couple more nights in the basement
practicing to look smooth
<body text>Then we went to the prom and Lori looked great in a
long sleeved, I called it, a "Southern Bell dress". Mabel made
it special for the occasion. It had a nice deep neckline and
just a touch of padding to shape things up even better, so as to
draw the wandering eye away from the hooks
<body text>I must admit even then Lori was one good looking' gal
I had a nice time dancing with her in the basement. And the
prom was even better. Lori's comfy figure felt marvelous in my
arms.
<body text>I kissed her goodnight that night of the prom.
<body text>We go back a long time, Lori and me.
<body text> "Hi," she said to me pounding up the drive to her
little red car "I heard you're back for the time being Too
bad things didn't go better out west.
<body text>"Man proposes. God disposes." I said.
<body text>"That's what the Irish say." she said. you a Pepsi."
<body text>"Come on in I'll buy.. That was the beginning
again. We talked we laughed we made a date to go see the Lady
Braves collegiate basketball game. We cheered and hollered for
them. They lost
<body text>We went out for shake afterwards.. And, in a day or
so we went to see a traveling Georgia O'Keeffe (Glorious!) art
exhibit that came to town.
<body text>Next time it was off to the boat show.
<body text>Then there was a drive out to catch the Lady Braves
at an "away" game. We cheered and hollered for them again
They responded by loosing again.
<body text>It was okay between her and me. Okay, plus a little
more.
<body text>A guy I worked for years ago hired me on as a flunky
at the tractor dealership. (I would one day become a salesman
there.)
<body text>The past was starting to drift away.
<body text>Lori and I went to dinner downtown and to see
"Driving Miss Daisy" at Little Theater. Eric Turner played the
chauffeur Eric was in grade school with us. He was wonderful
in the part. Watching Eric in that touching story about
friendship and love moved me to feel very close to Lori. I took
up her arm as we sat there; no matter about the hook. I wanted
to hold her.
<body text>We went home to her house after the play and sat at
the counter thinking about the play and Eric's part and all.
Lori had a present for me. I unwrapped a jar of pickled herring
and laughed.
<body text>"I remember you said you knew there was a God and
He loved us because He gave us the joy of pickled herring."
<body text>I was tickled and pleased she would remember, God,
since high school. I leaned over and kissed her sitting right
there next to me at the kitchen counter
<body text>What a surprise that was! She kissed me back;
engulfed me with her lips. They were moist and soft and
abundant and she took me in with her lips. ~~ hand went to her
back, to the base of her neck we were together for the longest
time. It was the greatest. I never got kissed anything quite
like that before
<body text>We surfaced.
<body text>She was weeping. She leaned against my chest. I
didn't know what to say. She sat up in a bit and shook herself
and sort of laughed and leaned on me again. I put my hand on
her back again.
<body text>"I love you Bennie." she said quietly,
<body text>I just sat there. I didn't know what to say. What
do I know about love?
<body text>She sat up straight again. She was calm now but, I
could see emotional. "Bennie, I want to feel a man." I put my
hand under one of the hooks I said, "I'm a man. You can feel
me."
<body text>"Oh, shit!" she said loud. And she turned to me and
hit me on the shoulder with her arm and she was sort of crying
again. "I can't feel anything with these goddamn hooks They
don't feel anything. You've seen me take a corn on the cob out
of boiling water with these goddamn hooks."- She held up the
hook arm for me to look. "I can't feel anything." And then she
fell forward with her head on my shoulder crying quietly again.
I held her "I want to feel a man." I heard her muffled voice
and crying. I just sat there all unhappy. I didn't know what
the shit else "Stay here," she told me to do. Pretty soon
she sat up again. "Don't go anywhere." I said I wouldn't. She
went off leaving me sitting there feeling very down.
<body text>It was a long while. Maybe five minutes. I could
hear her moving around in the bedroom, and in the living room.
Then the lights went out in the living room
<body text>I called out, "You Okay?" She answered back. "Shut
off the lights there and come here."
<body text>I did what she said. There was enough light from the
street so I could see around with the lights off I could see her
on the couch. She'd changed to shorts and a "T" shirt. I'd
never seen her before in a "T" shirt or shorts She had her
hooks and legs off. She sat kinda sideways with one arm draped
over the back of the couch the other sort of behind her and both
legs tucked under I could see she had her hooks off and legs
too There was enough light from the street to see that.
<body text>I went over and sat down beside her
<body text>She scrunched over to where we were touching. I put
my hand on her thigh. She had nice thighs Good. Smooth.
Abundant
<body text>She put her stump arm on my forearm. She ran it up
my arm and up around my shoulder
<body text>"It's nice to feel you Bennie," she whispered. you
Bennie
<body text>She scrunched up closer and put her other arm around
me I thought she was going to kiss me, but she didn't. She
put her head down on my chest. I could smell her hair She ran
her stump along my cheek a soft rounded feel, and cool. I was
surprised how her stump arm was cool.
<body text>"It prickles," she said as she stroked my cheek with
the stub of her arm.
<body text>She moved her stump arm down to my chest I felt the
soft rounded, boxing glove feel on my chest. "No boobs," she
said. "Take off your shirt I sat up and took off my shirt. All
the time she was touching me with her stumps It was like she
couldn't keep her hands or arms, off me.
<body text>whatever"I like feeling her stumps ...The "T" shirt
too." she said.
<body text>I pulled the shirt over my head and she pushed me
back running her stump over my chest my tummy my shoulders. She
pushed me away when I went to embrace her. "No!" she said, "Let
me feel you. I want to feel you. I want to feel a man,
Bennie." She pushed me back massaging me, caressing me all over
with her stumpy arm. She was coming on to me. She lay on top
rubbing her stump all over me. My hands were moving too, but
she was in charge, not her lips . not lips again yet ...
her arms, her shoulder
<body text>She threw her little short stump leg over mine. It
felt funny. No lower part. Just the thigh and a little short
pointy thing below I was kissing the knee. I ran my hand
along her thigh it was smooth and full and firm It was a nice
to touch. It was nice, her on me, in my arms.
<body text>"Do the leg end, Bennie," she said. My hand moved
down to the nubbin end of the one stump leg It was soft and
round. Not soft like her arm but good She giggled ... "That
tickles, Bennie," she whispered. "I love you Bennie." she said.
"I always loved you, Bennie Ever since grade school."
<body text>"Do me, some more Bennie. Let me feel your hands
on me."
<body text>My hands moved up along her thighs around her ass
Such a lovely ass, glorious, glorious
<body text>"Feel me, Bennie, feel me," she was whispering. "Let
me feel you." She was moving her boobs in a circular motion
around on my chest. Whispering over and over .. "Feel me .. -
Feel me!"
<body text>She took a stump arm down under my hand. I felt the
roundness of it. She carried my hand up to her breast ... to
her tit.
<body text>I held the fullness of it. She didn't have a bra on.
I just brushed my finger tip across the end of her breast.
Lightly. Whispering with my finger. Whispering in a circular
motion with my finger. Her body was still now. Her whole body
soaking up the touch of my whispering finger.
<body text>"Oh, Bennie. I never felt anything like that.
Bennie."
<body text>My hand now moved down and up under the "T" shirt
touching bare skin, the breast, the nipple now hard; standing
out." I squeezed it gently with fingers. She called out, "OH!"
I squeezed it gently again. "Oh" We slipped to the floor I
pulled her to me. "NO!" she said. "No, Bennie .. - Not here
No. Not on the floor "In the bed." She rolled over to her
elbows and knees and then, with a stump arm on the coffee table,
she stood on her knees. I saw the no arms and no legs in the
light from the street. I got down on my knees and put my arms
around her and hugged her. She giggled at me on my knees come
down to her level. She hugged me and put her head on my chest.
"I love you Bennie. Fine ... strong ... patient, Bennie. "
We kissed again; her moist .. engulfing ... full-lipped ...
we-are-one, kiss. For a long time we kissed. I felt tears on
her cheeks. She was happy with me. We went then to the bed
then moving over carpet, her and me, on our knees. We giggled
at us on our knees ... awkward ... her one stump arm pumping
back and forth for added go. The other holding on to my arm.
We hugged some more times before getting all nude and going in
between the sheets to press tight together like a couple
puppies. She used her stumps to massage and caress me. I loved
their soft, gentle touch. She went to my spear with her
rounded, moosh arm My whispering fingers went to where no
fingers had ever been in her memory To the pink eraser tit
ends again And down. Along the slit In to the buttom "Oh,
Bennie." she called. "Oh. Give me it, Bennie Oh."
<body text>And we were together the stumps holding tight. It
was moist. It was warm, and dark, and we drifted up together as
one to the star burst, oh. OH! We were never far apart much
after that We never tired of the touching or being touched.
Even when we got married. And her folks moved out and gave us
the house. Or after three kids. Or after our daughter got
picked Queen of the Senior Prom. And we got to go to the second
prom of our lives as chaperones. like they always do with the
mother and father of the prom King and Queen.
<body text>The holding and dancing were even better this time
than before. (I know Aunt Rose Demetrie was watching from
heaven One-two three-four Slow ... Slow ... Quick - Quick.)
<body text>We never tired of touching or being touched; even
after grandkids -
Sunday, November 24, 2024
Bennie's Story
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