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did this for a while, as they continued
to kiss, and soon Mom began moving her hips up against his hand. I
stared unblinking, now wishing even more that I had let Mark touch
me there.
    Mom’s hand moved up to his shoulder and
pressed him there, as if urging him to move off of her. He
resisted.
    She broke the kiss and smiled. “Baby, if you
don’t stop, I’m going to come.”
    “Then come,” he whispered.
    “Not yet. It’s your turn.”
    “If you insist,” he said with a smile and
rolled onto his back.
    My breath caught in my throat and the world
seemed to close in around me as I saw Shane lay back on the bed. My
eyes quickly closed again, and I could swear I heard the eyelids as
they snapped shut.
    Oh my god. I didn’t see that. I didn’t see
that. I couldn’t have seen that. It was only my imagination.
    One time, when I was in sixth grade, I was
sitting by myself at lunch. A group of boys at the next table were
looking at something and laughing in hushed tones. I was curious
about what they had, and tried to secretly crane my neck to see
what it was.
    Joey Fatone, an eight-grader and leader of
the gang, saw me trying to look, and gave me a leering smile. He
walked over to my table, carrying a book.
    Sitting beside me, he said, “Do you want to
see what we’re laughing about?”
    I shrugged, feigning indifference.
    “It’s really funny,” he said.
    “Ok, sure.”
    He put the book in front of me. I could see
the rest of his gang watching in anticipation. The book was Mark
Twain’s Adventures of Tom Sawyer.
    “I already read that,” I said.
    He put his finger on the book. “This is a
special version. It has something that isn’t in the one you
read.”
    “What?”
    “It’s on page seventy-five. Take a look.”
    I reached out and began fanning through the
pages. Something was stuck between them, causing my fingers to stop
at the gap. It was page seventy-five. I opened the book flat, and
there was a photograph lying face down.
    I looked at him curiously. “This?” I asked
pointing to the picture.
    “Yes, turn it over.”
    My fingers flipped it over, and my eyes
widened in shock. It was a black and white picture of a man sitting
in a chair. He was naked and very hairy, and was sitting there with
a grin stuck on his face. But my eyes ignored all of that as they
focused on his penis.
    I had changed the diapers of my nephews, so I
had seen one before. But what was in the picture looked nothing
like the innocent looking rolls of pink flesh my nephews had. This
one was hard and sticking straight up, impossibly long with a
swollen head on the end. Large hairy testicles lay below it, and
the man’s hand was wrapped around the shaft, which was so thick his
fingers didn’t go all the way around.
    I snapped the book shut and looked around
with wild eyes, hoping a teacher hadn’t seen me. The guy’s table
erupted into roaring laughter as I stared at them in shock, my
brain refusing to function. Joey reached over to retrieve the book,
and leaned into me as he did so. His mouth was close to my ear, and
I heard him whisper, “If you ever want to see the real thing, come
see me.” He stood and walked back to his table to the cheers of his
friends.
    Finally finding the ability to move, I stood
and fled, leaving the rest of my uneaten lunch behind.
    I hadn’t seen anything like it, before or
since, until now. Shane had one just like it, only this one was in
color.
    Maybe I had imagined it. I had transferred
that long ago memory to the screen in front of me. Yeah, that was
probably it.
    I opened my eyes and the shock returned. Not
only had I seen what I thought I had seen, by now my Mom’s hand was
wrapped around it, moving up and down in a slow pumping motion.
    I wanted to close my eyes and shut myself off
from this, but I couldn’t. I was like a deer in the headlights, and
the truck was bearing down on me.
    I realized why I couldn’t look away. This
penis may have been like the one in the photo, but it had