Wednesday – Quick!
May. 26th, 2010 04:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ninanevermore.
.
.
It happened quickly, as quickly as we could make it happen while our child was in the bathtub. It also happened quietly, lest the little man hear what was happening a few feet away down the hall. No time to undress completely. No time for fun and games. But it happened, for the first time in a long time. That’s all that matters.
“This is worse than high school,” I whispered to my husband afterward. Then, you had to worry about being caught by parents, or an annoying sibling who might burst into your room without knocking and thus gain blackmail power over you until you were both out of the house and it didn’t matter anymore, or a policeman investigating why your car was parked back behind the trees with the windows steamed up. That policeman was a sonofabitch. You’re 17? You know that means you can be arrested as adult for public lewdness, don’t you young lady? I burst into tears since – with a teenager’s sense of hyperbolic certainty – I just knew that my father would kill my boyfriend and me both if he had to come bail me out of jail for that. I had no doubt. I wept until the cop told my boyfriend that he was just going to let us off with a warning and that he could “tell his lady to stop crying.” I’m glad those days are behind me. Now I just worry about being busted by a guy who starts Kindergarten in a few months.
“Mommy! Daddy! I’m clean now! I’m ready to get out!” a voice rang out.
“We’ll be right there!” my husband replied. We kissed. We gave each other a few extra gropes and squeezes while our chaperone was still distracted by toy boats and other bathtub amusements and couldn’t see us. He didn’t seem to notice that his parents were any more cheerful than usual when we got him out of the tub and wrapped him up in his yellow ducky towel.
I guess getting your lovin’ on the sly is kind of exciting in its own right. There is sort of a boring predictability to being about to get whatever you want whenever you want it. Time and privacy being luxuries that only recent generations have come to expect, I imagine that through much of history the quick get-it-while-you-can roll in the hay has been the norm rather than the exception. This leads me believe that while the good old days weren’t always good, they at least had their exhilarating moments, as brief as they were.
Who cares how quick it had to be out necessity? It happened. That’s all that matters.
* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * # * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *
.
.
It happened quickly, as quickly as we could make it happen while our child was in the bathtub. It also happened quietly, lest the little man hear what was happening a few feet away down the hall. No time to undress completely. No time for fun and games. But it happened, for the first time in a long time. That’s all that matters.
“This is worse than high school,” I whispered to my husband afterward. Then, you had to worry about being caught by parents, or an annoying sibling who might burst into your room without knocking and thus gain blackmail power over you until you were both out of the house and it didn’t matter anymore, or a policeman investigating why your car was parked back behind the trees with the windows steamed up. That policeman was a sonofabitch. You’re 17? You know that means you can be arrested as adult for public lewdness, don’t you young lady? I burst into tears since – with a teenager’s sense of hyperbolic certainty – I just knew that my father would kill my boyfriend and me both if he had to come bail me out of jail for that. I had no doubt. I wept until the cop told my boyfriend that he was just going to let us off with a warning and that he could “tell his lady to stop crying.” I’m glad those days are behind me. Now I just worry about being busted by a guy who starts Kindergarten in a few months.
“Mommy! Daddy! I’m clean now! I’m ready to get out!” a voice rang out.
“We’ll be right there!” my husband replied. We kissed. We gave each other a few extra gropes and squeezes while our chaperone was still distracted by toy boats and other bathtub amusements and couldn’t see us. He didn’t seem to notice that his parents were any more cheerful than usual when we got him out of the tub and wrapped him up in his yellow ducky towel.
I guess getting your lovin’ on the sly is kind of exciting in its own right. There is sort of a boring predictability to being about to get whatever you want whenever you want it. Time and privacy being luxuries that only recent generations have come to expect, I imagine that through much of history the quick get-it-while-you-can roll in the hay has been the norm rather than the exception. This leads me believe that while the good old days weren’t always good, they at least had their exhilarating moments, as brief as they were.
Who cares how quick it had to be out necessity? It happened. That’s all that matters.
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2010-05-26 09:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-26 09:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-26 10:02 pm (UTC)The internet is a wonderful thing.
no subject
Date: 2010-05-29 04:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-29 04:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-31 02:14 am (UTC)They seemed to be in a good mood when we got back and didn't complain that we hadn't accomplished much. My step-dad only said, "Son, you don't have to carry your water back home!"
no subject
Date: 2010-06-04 01:49 pm (UTC):D
Date: 2010-06-05 11:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-01 06:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-04 01:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-14 12:50 pm (UTC)