As Jimmy stared, he started to develop the scenario a bit. He imagined that he had been selected to be part of a project. An academic project, yes. One that required after school meetings. Several during the course of a week. The others selected, well, they just weren’t as dedicated as Jimmy. As the outside moderator for the project, the woman on the front of the circular ad noticed Jimmy’s dedication. She admired it. Yes, admired. So when he was the only one who had shown up for that days meeting, she didn’t seem disappointed in the other kids, just excited that Jimmy had made it. Very excited.
Jimmy liked this. Adding back story somehow made this all feel less sinful. Which he was very aware that it was One does not attend 9 years at a Catholic school and not learn a thing or two about how you are not supposed to touch yourself. There was an uncontrollable need here, though. Nothing, could stop him. Jimmy Rogers was masturbating, damn it. Or at least, he soon would be. Or, would have been.
Except, when Jimmy opened his eyes to take another gander at his fantasy woman and try to figure out the proper operating procedure for liberal application of Jergens extra moisturizing formula, you can imagine his surprise to see the man sitting next to him on his bed.
Jimmy stood up. His eyes were wide, his jaw opened and close over and over again. No noise, just a steady flapping as he fumbled with his pants, zipper and belt. As he finally got his belt latched, the man spoke.
“Don’t scream.”
Of course, that is precisely what Jimmy did.
“No, no, it’ll do no good. No one will see me, or hear me and just thing you’re nuts and then we’ll have to find someone new.”
Jimmy kept on screaming. Now, he was also unlocking the door. He flung it open so hard, it bounced back closed again. With less exuberance, he opened it again, ran out and made sure to slam it very hard behind him. He screamed all the way down the steps, through the kitchen and into the living room. He stopped screaming and running when he saw the man float down through the living room ceiling with an annoyed look on his face.
“Will you listen, please?”