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Show This is not the first time I have seen a man's penis, though it is the first time one appears in my house. One afternoon at the beach, my brothers and I played with the Kaup kids while our parents are SCUBA diving. We rambled the shores looking for something to do, bored with following a homeless woman from trash can to trash can as she looks for aluminum. It takes us a few minutes to realize we are being followed. A man with brown hair and baggy clothes seems to want our attention. Not seems, does. He waves his hand beckoning us to him. We lock ourselves in the van. What's he doing? I ask Stacy, the two of us in the front seat while the little kids bounce up and down in the back. Peeing, Stacy says, and we all look out the driver's window where the man sits on the tarred wooden log meant to keep parked cars off the sand. He is looking up at us, grinning, waving his penis like a flag. Ejaculate spurts from the head, and I cover Bryan's eyes. Jeff spends the night at our house one night; the rest of his family has gone out of town and he remains to take an exam at school. Throughout dinner he brushes my bare leg under the table while my father tells Scott how to build his tree fort. Each time his skin touches mine, a shiver runs to my chest. Days before we had taken the bus with Karen downtown to see Clash of the Titans. I considered it a date even though Karen was with us. We shared popcorn from the same tub, our hands reaching in, fingers slick with butter, touching, a Greek tragedy unfolding on the screen in front of us. 162 |