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I wasn't snooping. Really. How was I suppose to
know that Benton would be naked in my house. He doesn't even come over
here anymore; not since my Caro left to single-handedly
bring down the mob. Oh, wait; I'm not suppose to tell you that.
It's a secret and my darling Raimondo could get in big trouble if anyone
found out, so I'll expect you to keep you mouth shut or
else.
Anyway, Benton and Ray stopped by last thursday afternoon to find a file
or some such, in my Raimondo's room. No, no, don't be
confused. This Ray is not my Ray; he's only pretending to be my
Ray until my Ray gets back from putting the mob in jail.
(remember, don't tell anyone.)
Besides, would I let a son or mine out of the house looking like
that? Rumbled jacket, ragged jeans, and his hair! I swear it
sticks straight up on his head! Not to mention how skinny he is.
A stiff breeze would blow him away. I tell you it's embarassing.
People out there hear his name is Vecchio; look at his boney
body, shake their heads, and ask, "What's wrong with his
Mama that she doesn't feed him? Doesn't she know how to
cook?" Oh sometimes I don't even want to show my face in
public!
Where was I? Oh yeah, Benton and Ray came over to find a file.
(Fortunately, Francesca wasn't home. How that girl makes a fool
of herself over Benton!) I left them to it and went to the
kitchen to warm up the left over lasagna for Ray, and Benton's
dog of course (he's such a sweetie).
Well anyway, when I was finished, I put a little bowl down for
the dog, and went upstairs to get the boys. I was about to knock
on the door when I heard them talking.
Ray said, "Seriously Fraser, I've never seen one
before."
"I find that hard to believe Ray."
"No, you see, my mom signed a paper before I was born for
the doctors to, you know, snip it off."
I wasn't eavesdropping. I just didn't want to interupt their
conversation.
"You must have seen one some other time. In Gym class when
the other boys took a shower." Benton said skeptically.
"Nobody took showers after gym in my school."
"That's disgusting, Ray!"
"Hey, it was a rough school."
A long pause, and I reached to turn the doorknob. Then. .
"Does it get in the way when you're. .um, you know?"
Ray asked.
"Don't be silly. Most people in the world have them and they get
along just fine."
"Can I see it?"
"No! I can't believe you'd ask me that!" Benton was
shocked to the core, I could tell.
"C'mon Fraser! Puleeeeze!" Ray whined, reminding me so
much of my own Raimondo that I had to sigh.
"Oh very well, but only for a moment."
All right, I admit it. I was dying of curiosity. I cracked the
door open and peeked inside. At first, all I could see was Ray's
back; then he moved to the side and I noticed Benton holding
something in his hand.
It took me a moment to realize what it was. Ray reached out and
pulled the little flap back, and I knew that it was Benton's. .
his, his. . Oh I can't say it!
Ray laughed and said, "Does it tickle?"
I couldn't help myself! I shrieked and ran down the stairs. Safe
in my own kitchen, I heard two sets of footsteps running down the stairs
and out the front door. Those nasty boys couldn't face me
after what they had done! In Raimondo's room of all places! I
still can't believe it happened.
That Ray, okay, maybe. Clearly, his mama never taught him right
from wrong. (I mean, any mother who would let her boy get so
skinny is unfit to take care of a dog), but Benton? He's so
polite and neat! What's the world coming to?
Well, there you have it; the whole ugly story. I've decided not
to tell my Raimondo about it. He's such a good boy. He saved
himself for marriage, you know. If only that Angela hadn't been
such a slut and ruined his life, but I digress. My Raimond would
never _ask_ to look at another man's. . you know. I'm going to
have to watch him in the future, when he's hanging around that
Benton.
Now, I'm telling you this in the strictest confidence. I'll
expect you not to spread it around the neighborhood. Heaven knows I wouldn't
want to start any rumuors.
the end
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