PIT #37: Thereafter

Points In Time

Woodland Hills, California 9:50 (PST)

Lincolnwood, Illinois 11:50 (CST)

Tuesday June 10, 1986

“So is your husband okay with your... I don’t know what you two call it… your, uh, ‘agreement’?”

“Max, it’s not so much an agreement as me opening up and telling him how I’ve really felt about him him since the beginning, and now we’re both doing whatever the hell we want.”

“Right from the beginning?”

“Before the beginning. Yeah. I figured if I was going to tell him, might as well go ‘way’ back and get it ‘all’ out.”

“About Stan also?”

****

Born four months before her cousin, though both girls were tall and thin, Marsha was dark complected with black hair and brown eyes, whereas Maxine was extremely light complected with grey eyes and light blonde, near platinum coloured hair.

Definite ‘types’, neither girl felt themselves in computation for boys as they grew older.

First cousins, Marsha Goldman and Maxine Bernstein had grown up together always living in the same apartment building or no further away than across the street. Their friendship had developed from the time they became aware of each other and, except for the rules imposed by Ida Bernstein—because of Rhea’s...Marsha’s mother’s exploitation of Sadie and Ida’s hospitality, throughout their lives the two girls had been all but inseparable and, each telling, both knew the others most closely held secrets and desires.

Inseparable until Marsha had — because thinking she was pregnant with Stanley Jacobson’s baby, Marsha Goldman had married Mitchell Lipensky.

However two days before their wedding, Marsha’s ‘period’ had begun… But her mother planing a large wedding, it was too late to call it off — and under what circumstances could the wedding be called off?

Mitchell Lipensky and Marsha Goldman were married; as Rhea Goldman claimed: ‘in the eyes of God’ on December seventeen, nineteen-fifty five.

****

“About Stan also?”

“I did. I even told him that Stan and me ‘got together’ two months before the wedding and thought I might have been pregnant with Stan’s baby when we got married.”

“That had to be a ‘block buster’. How’s he take it?”

“Not like I thought he would —And I didn’t give a good shit if he had. But he didn’t seem to care abut that or anything else I had to say because I think he met a woman he liked at the ‘field’, and thought by this time… And about time he had enough of our constant, ongoing arguing… Or possibly my long running silent treatments.”

“ The ‘field’?”

“Elysium, the nudist place.”

“I still can’t believe he talked you into going to a nudist park.”

“Actually… You know what, Max? It’s really beautiful there and I’m enjoying it and met some really interesting people.”

“I’ll bet you have because I know you, ‘cuz’, you just like looking at all those swinging cocks, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I did at first. But you’ve kind of have to experience it for yourself because there’s so much to look at, within a little while it doesn’t matter. And I think that, giving it a chance, you’d like it there, too.”

“Nah, I’d be too embarrassed to let a bunch of strangers see my little titties.”

“Ray sure seemed to like your ‘little titties’.”

“Yeah, and Ray and me have been divorced for ten years.”

“You’ve been with guys since.”

“Well, I’ve a ‘great’ pussy, so they say and, so they say, I give a ‘great’ blow job.”

“You ‘give a great blow job’, but you’d be too embarrassed to be seen naked with me and the people in my group?”

“Most likely, yeah!”

Standing, going to the stove, Marsha poured a cup of coffee and returned to the table.

“Maybe for a few minutes, you might..”

“ ‘Might’? No might about it… ‘You’ve’ got tits.”

“Yeah, I’ve got ‘after having four kids’ saggy tits… But my friend Morgan sure seems to likes my saggy tits.”

“ ‘Morgan’?”

“The group… All of us are in our fifties… Except Janice Kim and she’s thirty-three and has had a single mastectomy…”

“ ‘Wait’! You’ve a thirty-three year old woman in your group of naked friends that runs around with ‘only’ one tit?”

“Yeah, she does! And she’s the most beautiful Euro/Asian American woman you’ve ever seen...With more ‘chutzpah’ than you can imagine,”

So that’s why you say I wouldn’t be embarrassed; comparing my little titties to a lady with only one tit?”

“No, Max, not at all… Like I said, you’ve got to be there to appreciate it.”

“Who’s this ‘Morgan’ guy?”

“A big guy! A Veit Nam vet…’ doing her best to ‘turn her cousin on’ “...that’s got the biggest, nicest… You ever fuck any guy that hadn’t been circumcised?”

“Don’t have to think too long about that! No, Marcie, never even been with a guy that hadn’t been circumcised.”

So you’ve never seen an uncircumcised cock?”

“No. Not in person.”

“What’s that mean?”

“I’ve seen pictures, Marcie, and they don’t look so, uh, hot.”

“Oh, cuz, you’ve ‘got’ to see one in person… They’re ‘so’ nice to play with.”

Marsha’s sex talk certainly doing the job on Maxine.

“So? You fuck this Morgan?”

“Janice…”:

“The lady with one boob?”

“Yeah, she took us all out to this fancy restaurant for dinner…”

“ ‘All’? How many are there in this group of yours?”

“At that time, seven, but now eight because Mitchell brought this unbelievably beautiful schnauzer into the group.”

“Your husband, he’s fucking a shvartzer?”

“Not yet, I think , but he will on Saturday when we go to Janice’s for diner and a pool party.”

‘I’m getting confused, Cuz… This Janice took you all out to dinner when there were only seven in your group?”

“Yeah, a couple of weeks ago, and then we went back to her house — you ought to see it, Max! Janice’s home is in the hills and it’s ‘beautiful’! And we smoked some fantastic pot…”

“ ‘Pot’? You smoked marijuana?”

“Yeah…” giggling “...I did, and took a slug of moonshine also.”

“My, God…” in mock horror “...what’s become of my innocent cuz?”

“ Then we all got ‘all’ naked…”

“After smoking pot and drinking moonshine?”

“Yeah.”

“Then everyone got into this Janice’s nice warm pool, ‘naked’?”

“Yeah.”

“This Morgan, he fuck you then?’

“No. I fucked Ken then.”

“Mitchell saw this?”

“Yeah, sure. He was right behind me fucking Ken’s girlfriend, Sandy.”

“You didn’t care?”

“ ‘Course not! Why would I?”

“He didn’t care?”

“ ‘Course not! Why would he?”

“Of course…” twenty-five hundred miles away “... why would either of you care?” Maxine Bernstein shrugged her shoulder.

“Then, about ten minutes later, we all dried off and went into what Janice calls the ‘black room’”

“Why?”

“ ‘Why’? ‘Cause it’s ‘completely’ black and has two king size mattress on the floor.”

Twenty-five hundred miles away, vicariously involved with her cousin and her cousin’s sexual encounter with a man in a warm swimming pool and now in the ‘Black Room’— her hand down the front of her slacks and beneath her panties, Maxine Bernstein inserted two fingers into her vagina as... “Then what?” she asked.

“I fucked Morgan!”

“ ‘Jesus Christ’, Marsha!”

****

A bit of information about Maxine Bernstein’s husband and Marsha Goldman’s husband.

Ray Goodman was an asshole!

Everyone that came in contact with him thought that Ray Goodman was a narcissistic, self centered, self important, ‘extremely’ wealthy asshole… That apparently loved small tits and hairy platinum-blonde pussies… Which in itself was not a bad thing, but small tits and a hairy platinum-blonde pussy did not make Raymond Goodman any less an asshole.

The ‘extremely’ wealthy part being, in her cousins opinion, the ‘only ‘reason Maxine Bernstein married Raymond Goodman.

After six years of marriage Maxine and Ray decided to divorce… In what became a rather lengthy, highly contested proceeding that eventually concluded with Ray shelling out enough money for Maxine to purchase a lovely new duplex in the wealthy community of Lincolnwood, Illinois… Along with more than enough cash to purchase a twelve station ‘Nail Spa & waxing salon’ located in what passed as ‘downtown’ in wealthy Lincolnwood.

As for Mitchell Lipensky?

Generally Mitchell was well liked by Marsha’s family including her cousin, Maxine, who thought Mitchell a very handsome, extremely good nurtured, well manured young man that ‘always’ opened the door for a lady whether going out or coming in. ‘Always’ walked on the street side while walking with a lady and, Maxine was ‘sure’ Mitchell would ‘always’ put the toilet seat down...Which he usually did.

****

“ ‘Jesus Christ’, Marsha! You fucked two guys within minutes apart, and you’re going to do it ‘all’ again on Saturday?”

“No. It’ll only be Morgan on Saturday, and this time Janice said that she would ‘order in'. And Lita will be there.”

“ ‘Lita’?”

“Mitchell’s new girlfriend?”

“The shvartzer?”

“Yes.”

Standing, pouring the last of the now cold coffee down the drain. “You said you had something important to talk to me about, then we got to talking about Mitch and me.”

“Marsha, you’ve been telling me for years that you’d ‘love’ to find a way to get away from Mitchell… To get a divorce, but there was never enough money to support both of you if you two separated… But telling me what you’re telling me now, my ‘cannot refuse’ offer might ‘not’ be an offer you cannot refuse.”

“What the hell you talking about?”

“Seriously, now?”

“Yeah. ‘Seriously now’.”
“You know that ever since I got into it, i’ve been doing really well at my nail salon.”

“Yes, of course I know.”

“I found a second location on Morise Avenue…”

“Near ‘Askanaz’?”

“A block or so away, that’ll become available in a couple of moths, and I’m thinking I want you to run it.”

My, God! ...Taking a second to catch her breath. “ ‘Really’ you want ‘me’ to run your new place?”

“Marcie, a ‘nail salon’ is basically a cash business and I want someone I can trust.”

“I’ll be doing nails?”

“Yes, of course! You ‘love’ to talk, and your nails always look perfect and I can teach you what else you’ll need to know to run the place.”

“Max, that’s wonderful! ‘Thank you’!”

“You’ll need a license, and if you can get here by July seventh,

I’ll be able to get you enrolled in an ‘accreditation’ class and you’ll be licensed as an appearance manicurist by the end of September.”

Next PIT #38: Nail & Sale