The hallway was dark.
My cousin was standing in said hallway; in the dark as I related, her head tilted slightly, looking at me with seemingly vacant eyes. No, not vacant….
Horror? No, not horror…..
It was…it was…..I got it.
Her brain was locked up. The blue screen of death look….
That’s usually what happens to dope fiend potheads so I wasn’t too alarmed.
I’m used to her bunch taking a trip and never leave the farm. If you know what I mean….
Anywho, she’s standing there in the dark hall, barefoot on a hardwood floor; vacant stare, tilted head, lips slightly moving.
She was making no sound that I could make out but as I got closer to her, I heard two things; one distinctly….
She raised her hand slowly to ward me off but making the gesture for “hold up”
Her eyes slowly found mine.
The look of a person that has lost their soul….
She made a “shush” gesture and mouthed “oh. MY. GOD!”
I made the silent “What’s up?!” face with accompanying hand and shoulder gestures.
Her finger slid across her throat in a cutting fashion….no, no, she was pointing to a door to my right, my uncles door; her daddy’s.
I followed the finger, looked at the door, didn’t see anything, started to turn back to her then…..I stopped.
I heard something….
What was she hearing? What was I hearing, slight as it was…
She was pointing with more vigor and giving heavier shushing moves….
I leaned toward the door…”W#hat?!” my sneaky shushed silent face said….
Her eyes got wider in that “LISTEN closer” wide look eye thing…
I heard it. I knew the sound.
It was sex.
There was sex going down in my uncles room and he is 62 years old and he’s not supposed to have sex because he’s too old and not married plus his pecker shouldn’t have even been working…because he’s you know, OLD. And, he’s my dead dads little brother!!
My face now had the “WTF” look accompanied by the token slow head turn of the truly baffled, while the realization spreading across my face as I turned back towards my cousin who’s dad was a dirty sinner.
Next silent shushed face wide eye question: “Who the hell is in there?!”
She looked at me, her eyes narrowing; then in a silent lip sync moment she said…
“Mama is in there with Daddy” jabbing her finger at the door.
Dirty, dirty old people fuckers, I thought.
I looked at her. She looked at me.
I needed a shower all of a sudden.
Then, It hit me…
These guys have been divorced for like 30 years! They probably ain’t seen each other but a handful of times in that span!
Hell, I didn’t even think they got along! She was here visiting her grandson for the love of all that’s holy!!! OMGODDDDD!
The sounds were getting louder and more intense.
The bed was actually creaking! Just like in the movies! Moaning and groaning, springs squeaking, headboard banging, faster and faster….!
I had to run. I had to get out of there….I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t move.
I was mired in sin…..
OMG; I’m gonna puke.
We were frozen to the spot.
Trapped by the sinful sex romp shadow demons that floated around us….grunting, humping and porking!
“Ugh ugh argh argh, yesss, yesss, oh I got a cramp! Bang bang, fucking creak!!!
Just like in the freaking pornos.
Minus the saxophone….
I don’t remember too much after we heard her saintly mother cry out “punch it, dick ninja!” “It’s getting away!
“I got it!” “I got it, Mamasita!” the dirty Uncle/daddy fucker screamed.
My body ran cold. Her face was ashen.
Her mama…..my uncle,,,,her daddy….were doing the big nasty and liking it!
Can. You. Believe. That. Shit?!
Freaking 62 damn years old and bouncing around on each other with their old person bodies, old man balls, granny panties slung over the bed post, slipping and sliding over each other like two grunting, gasping sumo wrestlers fighting over a corn dog!!
It was over.
The noise stopped.
What was said next between the two of them will not be mentioned….
Hint: It had something to do with bull riding….
I knew they were dirty fucker people.
I could see it in their eyes.
Here they were….acting like nice old grandparents; kissing babies, cooking supper, drinking sweet tea and sitting by the fire pit and as soon as we turn our freaking backs…..!
They should be ashamed, dirty old people!!
I don’t think I can ever talk to them again or look them in the eyes without seeing Mamasita and Dick Ninja….
54 years old and I have a fresh new scar for my life.
Great. Just what I needed. More trauma.
Thanks, Unc. You dirty old bastard.
My poor cousin.
I think she’s traumatized, bless her heart.
She told her preacher everything; confessed her disgust and shame.
She got baptized a week later.
She sees Jesus in her coffee now.
Check this out, I swear to God! If you can believe this shit;
Mamasita is dating the preacher…..
My therapist told me to write about the dirty old fuckers.
It helped a little. Not as much as the liquor, but it helps.
I wish I could wash out my brain sometimes.
Dick Ninja? Really….?