Chapter 6
Alexandra 's face shows a great surprise. Her eyes widen, looking upwards, unable to believe what has just happened. The old man has suddenly lunged his hand at my mother's right buttock, catching her off guard, and his hand impacts her buttocks, creating a resounding sound throughout the entire bathroom. She is shocked, and she can still feel the old man's hand on her buttock.
She pulls her hand away with a slap, as a reflex, leaving his penis free, without anyone holding it. She becomes increasingly furious, as she thought the old man would never cross the line of physical contact, but she was wrong, and she is determined to show her anger.
"What the hell are you doing?! Who do you think you are to do what you just did? I will report you for... for harassment!" Her voice trembles with nervousness; for the first time, it seems she might lose her composure. She looks at him angrily, raising her voice. It seems like she is about to explode.
Mr. Ferdinand, beyond feeling overwhelmed by such anger, takes advantage of the moment to reprimand her for letting go of his penis in the middle of his urination. "But what are you doing, Alexandra?" This confuses her, leaving her astonished. "Can't you see how I'm leaving everything just for your sake?! Look at how you're leaving everything a mess!" She looks at the penis that hasn't stopped urinating at any moment. Some of the urine splashes around the toilet, soiling the area outside the bowl.
She looks at his penis, then back at him... She gets angrier, very angry, muttering to herself... "Pig... He's nothing but a pig..." She can't help but smell the urine, a rank ammonia scent. She has never been in a situation like this before.
"Please finish already..." For the first time, her attitude towards him is not accusatory but rather benevolent.
"Damn it, Alexandra, he touched your butt, and here I am helping him pee, and you speak to him so gently? What's happening to you?" She thinks to herself.
Mr. Ferdinand's voice brings her back to reality. "I'm almost done, but make sure to shake it well, okay? Leave no drop behind." The flow of urine gradually diminishes.
Alexandra raises the penis a bit so that whatever drips fall into the toilet. She gives it a few small shakes, slowly to avoid splashing. She feels the penis slightly pulsating with each shake. Until it finally stops dripping.
"Thanks, dear. You've been a great help."
"You're a pig," she says as she withdraws her fingers. She feels a few drops of urine on her palm. She stretches her hand, trying not to touch anything. She's afraid of staining her clothes or herself. She turns around to the bathroom sink, intending to wash her hand.
Mr. Ferdinand notices that she's holding her hand out, and just as she turns, he grabs her by the forearm.
"What's the matter? Where are you going?"
"Let go of me!" She says, trying to pull her arm away with a sudden movement. "I need to clean myself, don't I?"
"Clean yourself from what?"
"Don't you see?" She lifts her hand, showing him the urine stains.
"Where's the urine?" He looks at her hand and then raises his gaze to Alexandra 's eyes. He is still naked from the waist down.
Her eyes return to her stained hand as she says, "Tell me something, Alexandra..."
She's stunned and remains silent.
"Have you ever... tried it?"
"What? Tried what?!" She can't believe what she just heard.
"I think I don't need to repeat it," he says, raising his gaze to look at her again. They stand facing each other.
"But what are you saying? Are you crazy? How could I do something like that?" She's nervous. In any other situation, this question alone would be enough to slap him and run away, but now...
"You didn't answer my question, neighbor." He says confidently, as if he has complete control of the situation.
"No, and I won't. You're crazy, Mr. Ferdinand. How can you even think of such things?"
"Don't I? Never?" She observes his yellowed teeth.
"Leave me alone... I'll sue you for harassment," she tries to regain some strength.
"Sue me?" He smiles.
"Yes, sue you." She gathers her strength to look him in the eyes and confront him.
"Come on, neighbor, if we're good neighbors... Aren't we? Don't we have a special connection?" These phrases, one can't tell if they are meant to calm her down or humiliate her.
"Let me go once and for all!"
However, the hand that was on her waist moves up, almost to the level of her chest, as he says, "So, neighbor, have you never grabbed your husband's penis and helped him pee?"
"He's not a disgusting man like you. And he doesn't need any help."
"No? Haha! So that means I'm the first, right?"
She falls silent at that affirmation, which gives him an opportunity to continue pressuring her. "Tell me, how many penises have you seen in your life?"
"Why does that matter to you?"
"Come on... Aren't we in a trusting relationship?" His face resembles that of a perverted old man. But still, she's caught by the old man, holding her with his urine-stained hand, unbelievable.
"It's not enough for this kind of topic." Still, her response is not aggressive.
"But it's not a complicated question..."
"Damn it, the smell of his body and this place is stuck in my nose, in my brain," she thinks. "The answer is simple: IT'S-NONE-OF-YOUR-BUSINESS!" She raises her voice. "When I get out of here, I'll sue you for good. You'll stop your nonsense."
He smiles; it seems that the lawsuit doesn't bother him at all. Instead, he asks her again, "Come on, just answer that, neighbor... Have you only seen your husband's penis?"
She falls silent, not wanting to answer that question. So, he keeps pressing her. "Well, what about your little boy's? You must have seen his too, right?"
"Now I can say I've seen three. Are you satisfied?"
He smiles, victorious.
--I'm sorry, I've seen enough. Too much, I'd say. -- She tries to release her hand, exerting force. "Let go of me!" She struggles slightly. "Yes, okay? Are you satisfied? Then let me go already."
Her hand is firmly gripped, and it's getting closer and closer to her. However, with every movement, she hears noises coming from outside the door.
"Mama?! What's going on? Why are you taking so long to come out? Please come out now..."
"I'm coming, honey!" Her son's voice makes her nervous; she had almost forgotten he was still at the door.
"Mama... why are you taking so long? I'm starting to worry." Hearing her own son's voice in such a situation makes her increasingly anxious; it seems that the situation is getting overwhelming for Alexandra. Instead of being compassionate, Mr. Ferdinand seizes the opportunity and raises his hand a bit more, almost reaching her chin.
"Damn it, I'm trying to act tough, but I'm losing control. Nerves are starting to betray me... What do I do? This pig is noticing it, I know."
But Mr. Ferdinand 's voice echoes in her head again, pulling her out of her thoughts. He whispers, seeking some complicity, "Don't worry, neighbor. Tell him we're handling some paperwork, tell him we'll be out in a moment..." She looks at him, indecisive for the first time, then turns her head towards the door. "We're finalizing some things, honey... we'll be out soon," she says, trying to appear as composed as possible.
My mother doesn't call him "neighbor" anymore; she has too many things on her plate and is starting to allow things that she wouldn't have tolerated just a short while ago.
