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Date: Sat, 10 Dec 2005 17:02:31 +0000
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LIFE GOES ON: Only a Mother Could Love
I should have seen it coming when my daughters started to complain about Corky.
Corky, that's my son. He's a husky teenager, friendly, happy, a really good kid.
But he has Down syndrome, so even though he's 18 -- an adult in the world's
terms -- he's like a younger boy. In some ways, like a much younger boy,
mentally, trapped in a man's body. Sure, it was hard on us at first, when we
found out, but life goes on, and so does Corky.
Like a man, he has urges. Like a boy, he has curiosity. I guess that's why I
wasn't surprised when Paige -- that's my husband's girl -- and then Becca, our
younger daughter, both came to me complaining that they suspected Corky of
peeking when they were changing or taking a shower.
Maybe I should have done something then, talked to Corky or let Dan do it. But I
didn't want to make a big deal out of it, or upset Corky. I just told the girls
to keep their doors closed. I thought that would take care of it.
But then there was that incident with Amanda.
She's the seven-year-old daughter of one of the families down the street. Like
all the kids around here -- well, like just about everybody, actually -- she
liked Corky and he liked her. Sometimes I'd see him playing catch with her and
some of her friends, or they'd all be waiting for the ice cream truck together.
Then one day -- it was a Tuesday, I remember that clearly -- Corky had come
home from school and said he was going out to the back. I didn't pay much
attention he's much more capable than most people with Down syndrome he can
look after himself.
I was baking cookies and I had to slap his hand away when he tried to snatch
some of the raw dough as he went past. So a little while later, when the first
batch was done, I put a few on a plate and went back to give them to Corky.
I almost dropped the plate when I saw him with Amanda. He was standing next to
her, her in a pale pink jumpsuit with a grass stain on the left knee. I can see
it even now.
Corky's jeans and briefs were down around his ankles. His penis was sticking
out, right about the level of Amanda's mouth. Thank God, she hadn't sucked on
it. But Corky was guiding her little hands to his shaft and she was rubbing it.
It looked so obscene, his engorged cock waving in that little girl's face. I
could have screamed.
Luckily I didn't. In this neighborhood, one shout would have brought at
least a couple of heads out of windows and then God knows what would have
happened to Corky.
I don't know. Maybe it would have been better that way. But I'm his mother. I
couldn't let anything happen to my son.
But I couldn't let this happen to Amanda, either. I ran out to them, whispering
to Corky to pull his pants up. He blushed when he saw me.
Amanda didn't blush she didn't seem to understand what was wrong. I sent Corky
into the house while I talked to the little girl. I pledged her to secrecy,
saying that she shouldn't tell her mommy or anyone or else Corky might get into
trouble. Maybe that was wrong, too, but even if the police could understand, I
didn't want everyone thinking of my son as the neighborhood pervert.
I stood and watched as Amanda ran back to her house. On the way, she called out
to two of her friends across the street. They were just as young and cute as she
was. I think that's when I decided what I had to do.
Corky was in his room with the door locked, sulking. I tried tempting him with
the cookies, but he wouldn't open up. Luckily, we keep an extra key around just
in case. I let myself in and locked the door behind me.
I knew Dan wouldn't get home from work for several hours, and the girls both had
errands to run that should keep them out until late. That was good I would need
this time alone with Corky.
He was sitting on the bed, scrunched into one corner. He ducked his head to
avoid looking at me as I sat beside him.
"Corky?" I tugged gently at his chin. "Come on, you can talk to me."
"Don't wanna," he said ...
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