PIT #15: Ina

Points In Time

Topanga Canyon, California

Saturday, May 17, 1986

1:45 p.m.

“I’ve been thinking…”

“Imagine that, my husband’s been thinking!” Marsha said before breaking into laughter.

Ignoring her. “I used to know a girl by the name of Dorfmann.” Taking a gulp of wine. “You wouldn’t happen to be related to an ‘Ina’?”

“Yeah!” putting some more of the stuff in her mouth. “Ina’s my cousin. Why?”

Oh, God! “You don’t want to know!”

Evie's eyes focusing… Somewhat focusing on me. “Mitchell? She… My cousin said it was a really good looking guy named ‘Mitchell’ that did ‘something’ to her."

Looking away, I said nothing.

Laughing hysterically, wine splashing from her cup… “You're the ‘pervert’!”

Remembering what my friend Norman had told me Ina had called me about two years after…

“Yeah…” I said, giggling “...I guess.”

Reaching across Morgan, punching me on the thigh. “Mitchie, my cousin told me ‘bout ‘something’ happening when she was with this boy…” giggling “...with ‘you’ way back in nineteen-forty-nine or fifty and you both had to be kids then. So what the hell could you have possibly done to my whore of a cousin that was that damn terrible that she doesn't even know what the hell it was that you did.”

Evie’s tone of voice a bit demanding and a bit drunken slur, but mostly giggly.

“It didn’t happen in ‘ forty-nine.’ I’d just gotten my discharge so it had to be…” thinking “...My folks rented the cottage in August so it had to be in nineteen-fifty.”

“ ‘Discharge’!” Straightening his body, looking at me. “What the hell could you have been ‘discharged’ from in ‘fifty’?” Morgan asked “...You couldn’t have been more than…”

“A couple of weeks from fifteen…” I said, adding “...the army.”

“ ‘Korea’ started in nineteen-fifty.”

“Yeah, that’s why I got discharged.”

“ ‘Discharged’ or ‘released’?”

“Full discharge.”

“Korean War vet at ‘fifteen’!” Morgan said disbelievingly.

“Yeah! Matter of fact, that put me into a higher pay grade when I enlisted in the Coast Guard when I was eighteen.”

“ ‘Morgan’…” punching ‘him’ now “...I wan’a know what Mitchell did to my cousin!”

“Oh, God…” I said, holding my head in my hands “...it was so fucking stupid I don’t even want to talk about it.”

The small towel once again on my lap, this time to defiantly catch any potato chip crumbs and crumbs of whatever that other stuff stuff was.

Her hand reaching beneath the towel, “Mitchell…” Marsha said, her hand encircling my dick “...if you don’t want to tell us…” giggling “...you don’t have to tell us …” squeezing “...but you ‘known’ I ‘know’ how to get you to.”

Knowing she knew I knew what she meant.

“okay…” looking around our little circle of middle aged naked people “...seeing as we’re all drunk…”

“And ‘stoned’.” Sandy added.

“Yeah, and if you need some reinforcement…” Morgan said, handing me the silver flask, which I took and, unscrewing the cap took a bit more than I had intended.

Once I stopped coughing, and catching my breath. “Okay…” by now, my eyes possibly crossed, I fuzzily looked about out little circle again “...but remember this whole story really stupid.”

Squeezing my dick again. Mitchie…” my wife said “...I’ve lived with you for thirty-one years now, so I’m used to stupid…” one more squeeze “...so tell us the fuckin’ story already.”

Where to start? “During the war…”

“What war?” The Viet Nam vet asked.

“The ‘big one’, Morgan.”

“Oh… Just wanted to know.”

Looking at him, guess my expression telling him to ‘shut the fuck up’.

“Okay…” he said “...I’ll shut up now.”

The war started in ‘forty-one’ when I was seven, so it was about two years later when my mother and father sent me to military school. I guess I was about nine then…”

“That’s terrible…” Ken said “...why’d they send you away? Were you bad?”

“We lived on the wet side…”

“In Chicago?”

“Yeah, Ken. On the third floor in an apartment building and I’m sure the people that lived below us thought I ‘was’ bad, ‘cause I was kind of a ‘always running’ kid and I know it made those poor people below us crazy.”

“You were a kid…” Evie said “...and kids do that kind of stuff: run and make noise. So that’s why they sent you away?”

“I don’t know. Anyway, when I was nine they sent me to a military school in Wisconsin because –my mother told me a few years later, ‘they sent me away because the war plants were hiring women and as my dad was too old they never drafted him and my mom and dad wanted to save enough money to buy a small business after the war’. So both my parents went to work at a war plant…”

“You Mom, like ‘Rosie The Riveter’?” Evie asked.

Marsha, never liking my mother, “Yeah…” said “...just like.”

“They sent their nine year old kid away to school so they could make enough to buy a business…” Ken repeated “...that’s ‘really’ shitty!”

I had always thought so, too, but— having no reason not to, accepted my mother’s explanation.

“So what’s this got to do with Ina?”

“If you want me to tell this stupid story, I’ve got to start at the beginning… So…?”

“So, yeah…” Evie said “...I’m sorry. Go on.”

Stopping long enough to shove some potato chips into my mouth and wash them down wit a slug of wine from my coffee cup.

“My best pal there, a kid by the name of ‘Frankie Rizzo’…”

“A ‘Dago’ kid?”

“Yeah, Sandy.” My throat tightening. “I found out years later that he was killed in Korea.”

I suppose catching the catch in my throat, all were silent a few moments.

“Anyway, Frankie was a year older than me and, I guess I was nine when he asked me… Okay…” I said “...here’s where things begin to get stupid..”

“So…” Marsha asked “...what he ask you?”

“ ‘Do I know how girls pee’?”

“What he mean…” Sandy said “...we just squat and pee.”

“What Frankie really meant was, ‘guys got dicks and — this much we knew— girls got no dicks, so what do they pee from’ and ‘especially’ whatever girls pee from, ‘what’s it look like’?”

Watching as Sandy, widening her legs, pointing to her fully visible pussy. “Your pal, Frankie wanted to know what a cunt looks like?”

“Yeah, and by that time, so did I… Strictly out of curiosity, you see… And

by the way, Sandy, thank you for reminding me and it’s a beautiful thing, it is.”

“So…”

Glancing at Morgan. “So Frankie and me thought we’d ask one of the older guys to see if he’d ever seen what a girl’s, uh... by that time Frankie and me were calling it a ‘pisser’.”

“Makes sense.”

“Yeah, Ken, Frankie and me thought so also – besides, we had no idea what else to call it, so we went to the oldest guy in the school; the biggest asshole I’ve ever known by the name of… Forgot his first name but ‘Skorupski’ gave Frankie and me lots of ‘really’ useful information…”

This guy knew what a girl’s, uh, ‘pisser’ looked like?”

“Marcie, the only ‘really’ useful information that stupid asshole, Skorupski gave us… And I quote: ‘When you suck a nigger girl’s tittie you get chocolate milk’.”

Would have given me a good excuse when I was with Lita I to find out’.

“He was that stupid, huh?”

“He ‘reay’ said tat?”

“Yeah… And he had an old ‘french postcard’.”

“What’s that?”

“A pornographic picture of a couple of people fucking.”

“So…” Ken asked “… were you able to see what a cunt looked like then?”

“Nah, the picture was so old and faded I couldn’t see nothin’.”

I began to laugh.

Suddenly– falling over backwards I began to laugh so hard tears were running from my eyes and, of course, the rest of our little group completely stoned began to laugh too…

“Morgan…” Sandy asked between gulps of laughter “...what was that stuff we smoked?”

Catching his breath, “Good shit! ‘Maui-Wowie’!”

...The laughter dying down. Sitting up and swiping my forearm over my eyes,

I went on.

“When I wasn’t quite fifteen – It was later that summer that I met your cousin – Frankie fixed me up with a girl named, uh, ‘Gina’ that Frankie guaranteed would fuck me and show me her pussy…”

“Did she?”

“She wanted to… Oh my God, she wanted to!”

Looking about I suddenly realized that the six of us were sitting all within a foot or so of each other buck-ass naked– other than for Morgan’s ratty old ti-dyed T-shirt, and it ‘didn’t’ matter. We were talking and munching and laughing our ass’s off like we were the oldest of friends.

“How’d she look, this Gina?”

“So’d you get fucked?”

“Morgan, Ken, remember ‘Popeye’?”

“The comic strip?” Ken asked.

“Yeah… Remember Popeye’s girlfriend, ‘Olive Oyl’?”

“Yeah.” Both said.

“Gina reminded me of ‘Olive Oyl’”

“That ugly, huh?” Sandy asked.

Shoving some potato chips into my mouth. “Worse.” I said, not wanting to get into Gina’s green teeth.

Pouring the last of the wine into our coffee cups, filling them to near overflowing... “What happened?” Morgan asked, tossing the empty gallon bottle onto the grass.

“After Frankie picked my up at the streetcar, he took me to his aunts restaurant where I had pizza for the first time in my life, and red wine...or actually ‘any’ wine for the first time in my life.

“Then we went to his girlfriend’s house where I had three or four glasses of home made ‘Dago Red’ and then Gina dragged me into Lisa’s… Lisa was Frankie’s girlfriend…” Stopping, I remembered.

“When Gina and I got into Lisa’s bedroom I asked, ‘why’s it so dark in

here’?”

“Gina told me that after the war…” Looking at Morgan “...The ‘big war’ – That after the war — because Lisa liked to sleep in a dark room, Lisa’s parents never took the ‘black out’ curtains down.

The sun shining fully in Sandy’s face, shading her eyes with her hand. “So you never got to see what ‘it’ looked then.”

“Anyway, about this time Gina is about tearing my clothes off, and– ‘Olive Oyl’ or not, I’m doing the same to Gina…

Then, when we’re both naked, in this pitch black room, we find our way onto Lisa’s bed and she’s holding my dick and I’ve got two or three fingers into her cunt, and then…”

Stopping, sipping some wine from my near overflowing cup

“What happened?” Marsha asked.

“ ‘Everything’ began to spin. The whole world began to spin and the taste of that spicy pizza came into my mouth and the taste of the four or five glasses of red wine came into my throat, and..”

“Yeah! So?” Evie asked.

Actually, I did make it to the bathroom in time, but thought it funnier if...

“I puked all over Gina and Lisa’s bed.”

“No shit!” .

“No Ken, ‘puke’.”

As the laughter died down...

Strange, while stoned I felt as though I were living beneath the arm of a sundial and could actually see the shadows of the limbs of trees moving from east to west…

In actuality it was the balmy breeze moving the limbs of trees.

“So we get to my cousin now?”

“Yeah..” no longer ashamed or bashful, standing and purposely stretching with my dick inches from my wife’s face

Standing also – Still stoned also, my wife hugged me as she hadn’t hugged me in years, and deeply kissed me as she hadn’t kissed me in years and, my hands taking hold of both smooth cheeks of her ass I ground her pussy onto my boner as… Actually I’d ‘never’ done in public before.

My heart pumping, my dick throbbing, thinking it best if I sat. As I sat,

“...it’s a long story.” I puffed.

Sitting cross-legged, my hand high up on Marsha’s warm thigh.

“It was our second August… I guess it had to be ‘nineteen-fifty’ because we’d spent the summer before in Union Pier also.”

“Yeah…” Marsha said “...you and me met the summer before.”

“Yeah.” I remembered our very first kiss in the long driveway at the ‘Lake-view Hotel’.

Sighing. “That was my very first ‘real’ kiss form a boy.”

“Any way… It was a couple of weeks before my sixteenth birthday. I remember because I didn’t have my drivers license yet.

“My best friend, Norman and me had bought a five man war surplus rubber raft the year before and this was the first time either of us had even mentioned…” glancing at Evie “...your cousin's name.”

“We’d pulled the raft ashore and were sitting at waters edge leaning against the raft…”

“I remember, too. We were walking by and you snubbed Shelly and me.”

“Marcie, you were, what? ‘thirteen’, and were skinny as hell, had no tits or ass and had knobby knees.”

“Well, you really hurt my feelings.”

“Marcie, that was thirty-eight years ago.”

“Well..” pretending to pout “...I forgive you.”

“Good. ‘Thank you’, and I promise to never do that again.”

“Okay.”

“Even if you had no tits or ass and were knocked-kneed.”

Marsha punched me in the right thigh and I flipped her left tit.

“You know, Evie, that your cousin Ina didn’t have a very good reputation.”

“ ‘A very good reputation’! My cousin Ina fucked every guy she knew.”

Looking at Morgan, who grunted and nodded his head…

“Except me.”

“That’s not the way she tells it!”

“Okay, Evie, I’ll tell you what ‘really’ happened that night and you can tell your cousin and she can tell the whole world that Mitchell Lipensky is not a pervert… Really, ‘really’ stupid, but not a pervert.”

***

“Yeah… “ Norman said “...she does! She’s  got great tits! But Ina? ‘Ina Dorfmann’!”

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