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Little Dick
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At age 55, Richard (Dick) Jacobson was a political hack on the north side of Chicago. Although a hack, Dick was an influential, well-known hack—a man whom local politicians could rely on to solve many of the troublesome problems between themselves and their constituency. Because of this, Richard, (Dick) Jacobson was a man who had “connections” throughout city hall, including the Cook County Assessor’s Office, of which he’d taken monetary advantage for himself, his friends, members of his family, and also Rhea Goldman, because the way Dick repaid Rhea for her “friendship” was that on occasion he’d pass on a bit of information regarding a “neat” piece of property that might be on the list to be confiscated by the state of Illinois in lieu of unpaid, back taxes.
Rhea then called around until she found another of her “friends” that might be interested, then relayed the information.
When a deal was made—always for thousands beneath the assessed value of the property—Rhea received a secret cash commission that she stashed in her own private safety deposit box.
This secret stash was primarily where the cash came from to pay for Marsha’s and Mitchell’s diamond engagement rings and their large wedding.
The only direct favor she had ever asked of Dick—besides if he knew a way to get Mitchell transferred from the Halfmoon into an office job—was to “Get the fire inspector off my back!” regarding a slum apartment that she and Eli and, unknown to them, Marsha and Mitchell, had purchased with the money received from their wedding, that Rhea was holding for safekeeping. The money for the slum apartment building had come from—so Eli had been told by Rhea—Rhea’s mother, who, for some reason did not want her name on the Deed of Trust, and insisted the entire transaction be kept wholly secret from all the members of the family.
“So don’t say anything to her or anyone! Okay, Eli?” Rhea had warned.
Deep down, her three sisters and brother knew Rhea prostituted herself, but refused to admit, or hint to Eli, where their baby sister’s “extra money” came from.
Rhea’s mother still gave gifts of “things” or cash to her children. But by that time Pearl had become a bit addled anyway, so, certainly, if asked to do this by his “china doll-wife” Eli was not about to mention it to the family, or speak to Pearl about her very generous gift.
Oh, what a tangled web we weave…
“You know, when we first talked about it,” Dick continued, “I thought I’d have a try at working it from here, from city hall, but then I ran into Jim Dickerson, Senator ‘D’s’ press agent, at a fundraiser about a week ago and asked if he’d, maybe, mention it to the senator, you know, as a favor to me. So Dickerson took your son-in-law’s name and what information you gave me and today I got a call from Washington, from Dickerson…” Stopping, taking hold of Rhea’s hand, placing it palm down onto his flaccid penis, he immediately sensed himself beginning to engorge.
Looking at him expectantly, “Soooo?” Rhea asked.
“Soooo…” Smiling, squeezing her hand, squeezing his now fully erect penis, “it’s all taken care of! Your son-in-law will be getting transfer papers by Friday.”
“Dick, thank you!” Knowing full well how Richard Jacobson wanted to be thanked, fully unzipping the robe, purposely allowing her pendulous breasts to dangle before him, taking his hands, holding both palms up in hers, holding them fractionally beneath her thick, protruding nipples, moving them grazingly, barely touching, in a small circle. “You’re wonderful, and the kids’ll thank you, too!”
Staring at her breasts, sensing the hardened tips of her nipples pleasantly searing the flesh of his palms, breathing her name, “Rhea… Do it!”
Smiling wickedly, “I thought you had to take Dottie shopping. Remember? For tomorrow.”
Said vehemently, “Screw Dottie! I’ll tell her I got tied up in traffic! Come on, Rhea, please!”
“Sure.” Standing, holding his hand, leading him into the bedroom, “If anyone deserves it, it’s you.”
Shrugging the robe off, naked now, Rhea left it where it fell. Taking a towel from the bathroom, laying it flat on the bed, going to her dresser for a bottle of hand lotion, opening it, Rhea set it on the night stand.
At six foot, one inch tall, Richard (Dick) Jacobson weighed two hundred, ten pounds and, for a man his age, in his type of non-physical work, was in fairly good shape…
But it was very understandable—for Rhea—to see why he’d married as small a woman as Dorothy, and why he always, jokingly, or maybe not so jokingly, referred to his eldest son as, “That kid with the god-damned big head!” Because…
Except for her son when he was nearing nine years old—the last time she had seen him naked— Richard (Dick) Jacobson had the smallest penis Rhea had ever seen.
The first time she’d seen him minus clothing, she had to force herself to keep from laughing, and when they’d attempted intercourse Rhea knew he had to feel lost within the breadth of her vagina… But “good old Yankee ingenuity” came into play and Rhea, having what Dick really desired—big breasts—and Dick, having a penis too small to feel the friction within Rhea’s vagina, believing “where there’s a will there’s a way,” Rhea came up with a solution…
Both nude now, Dick sat with his back against the headboard, with the towel beneath both their buttocks, as, sitting with his thighs spread over hers, Rhea poured a small amount of hand lotion into the palm of her hand and squeezed it tightly over his elongated, albeit boy-sized penis as, ogling Rhea’s breasts, holding both within his hands, kneading the soft flesh between his fingers, Rhea…
And Mitchell wondered what kind of “pull” his mother-in-law could possibly have to get him transferred off the ship.
©November 1, 2012 / Mark M. Lichterman
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